The True Heiress Slays (Quiana) novel Chapter 122

Once the hundred trainees were all present, the lights dimmed, and the mentors performed their entrances. The last to perform was Steven.

After his act, he stayed on stage, struggling to tear his gaze away from the girl in the number one seat, and signaled for everyone to quiet down.

Steven said, “Regardless of who you are or where you come from before, once you’re in the training camp, you’re just trainees. All your past glories are gone, and we start from zero. It’s a survival of the fittest.”

The hundred trainees would first perform individually, and then the mentors would score and rank them. There were five levels–A, B, C, D, and F, with F

being the worst.

Just as the performances were about to begin, Steven was called offstage by an assistant. They said the fourth mentor had arrived. He was in his early twenties, bright and handsome, with striking blond hair. As soon as he appeared, the venue erupted in cheers.

“Ryan Clark?”

“Wow! It really is Ryan!”

“How did Ryan end up on this show?”

Ryan debuted four years ago with the song Destroy, which topped the Aploth new song charts and stayed there for ten months. Each subsequent song maintained high popularity, and every album broke sales records, earning him numerous awards. He was crowned the King of Singers.

In recent years, he had received countless invitations, but he only participated in singing and refused to join any variety shows. He had only taken on a few high–end endorsements and had seventy million fans.

Before today, the fourth mentor was a mystery. No one expected it to be Ryan, Listening to the girls‘ excited screams, Eric and the others rubbed their ears. Alex smiled and asked, “Didn’t you say you had work today and couldn’t make it?”

Ryan’s gaze inadvertently swept over the girl in the highest seat, and he raised an eyebrow, flicking his bangs playfully. “I’m just here to make sure your evaluations are fair,” he joked.

These mentors were all big names in the singing and dancing circle. Alex laughed and said, “Since you’re late, should you perform several songs?”

Jocelyn chimed in, “What do you guys think?”

“Sure!” The entire venue erupted in enthusiasm. Ryan sang a song. As the last note faded, he subconsciously looked toward Quiana in the number one seat, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

But Quiana showed no reaction, crossing her legs with a posture that was defiantly arrogant.

“Before the individual performances, i have a question,” Eric turned and looked at Quíana in the upper back, smiling. “Quiana, how does it feel to sit in that seat?”

Quiana raised an eyebrow, leaning back, her voice relaxed and lazy. “Comfortable.”

‘That seat was large enough for three people and had a gold trim. How could it not be comfortable?‘ Eric thought. He couldn’t argue. Jocelyn was straightforward, “Who gave you the courage to sit in that seat?”

Quiana shifted her position, speaking slowly. “Myself.” Her tone was defiant.

Alex couldn’t hold back either. “Do you think you’ll still be able to sit there after the performance rankings?”

Quiana furrowed her brow, seeming confused. “Why not?” Her counter–question, especially with that seriously puzzled expression, left everyone momentarily speechless,

Byan couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “She really is just like herself.”