Chapter: 3396

His portrayal of the assassin was not just intense; it was electrifying, gripping the audience in a deadly, thrilling embrace.

Claude's fans roared in triumph, their cheers deafening. They had already crowned him as the victor in their hearts, paying no attention to the others who still awaited their turn on stage.

The venue had descended into chaos, like a bustling marketplace with no order, where the third contestant's efforts were drowned out by the restless, distracted crowd, their interest having already strayed.

What was supposed to be a competitive round had become a stage designed solely for Claude.

Ainsley could feel the weight of the pressure mounting, creeping into her bones, causing her fingers to tremble.