Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Mokingston approached with a pleasantly surprised expression, attempting to shake Gwendolyn’s

hand, only to be blocked by Treyton.

He showed no signs of embarrassment, however, as he gazed at Gwendolyn admiringly and inquired,

“I couldn’t help but notice that your jiu-jitsu techniques were quite distinctive. Are you, by any chance,

the only apprentice of the famous foreign master, Roy Richardson?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience looked at Gwendolyn in awe.

“No wonder she didn’t even take Sorest seriously. It turns out she’s Ms. Richardson’s apprentice!”

someone in the audience exclaimed.

“Not to mention the fact that she’s the only student, which must mean she received the genuine

teachings of Ms. Richardson. It’s no surprise Sorest lost!” another one commented.

“It all makes sense now why she was so haughty and boastful earlier! She had every right to be! Her

skills spoke for themselves!” a member of the audience declared.

The group of people who had previously criticized Gwendolyn for being outrageous and foolish

suddenly changed their attitude and began showering her with praise, their voices rising above all

others in the room.

Eager to please Gwendolyn, Mokingston extended an invitation to her. “Ms. Shalders, would you be

interested in joining us as the deputy chairman of the Fairlake branch of the National Martial

Association?”

Upon hearing this, Sheralyn and Frida, who were sitting in the audience, were both infuriated and could

barely contain their rage.

The plan had been to leave that vile woman severely injured after the competition, but instead,

Gwendolyn not only won the match but also made a big splash, causing even Mokingston to fawn over

her in a servile manner. And to top it off, she became the deputy chairman right away.

For them, Gwendolyn was an orphan from the orphanage, born as a lowly, parentless child. They

couldn’t accept the fact that she was entitled to all of this.

Just as Sheralyn was seething with jealousy, Gwendolyn refused Mokingston expressionlessly. “No,

thank you. I’m not interested.”

The entire audience was in an uproar.

National Martial Association was a place that countless martial artists were vying to get into. For a

young girl like her to become a deputy chairman right away was something that many people wouldn’t

even dare to dream about.

She refused just like that?

In disappointment, Mokingston shook his head and sighed inwardly. Too young and too

overconfident.

In the audience, Samantha kept typing on her phone with a serious expression as soon as she found

out that Gwendolyn was Rory’s apprentice. Nobody knew what she was typing.

you had!

Giving her a disapproving look, Sheralyn snapped at Samantha, “Just look at the brilliant idea This

scoundrel will probably become even more arrogant and disregard us even more in the future!”

Samantha was focused on her phone screen, and suddenly a triumphant smile appeared on her face.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t over yet!”

Perplexed, Sheralyn was about to ask what was going on when Samantha stood up and accused

Gwendolyn vehemently. “Don’t be fooled by her! She can’t possibly be Rory’s apprentice!”

As she spoke, Samantha walked up to the stage and snatched the microphone from Inez’s hand.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Mokingston was even more perplexed and inquired, “Ms. Lane, what do you mean? I’ve witnessed Ms.

Shalders use techniques that are undoubtedly original to Rory’s jiu-jitsu!”

Gwendolyn stood silently on the right side of the stage, looking at Samantha with a cryptic smile and

showing no signs of intending to explain.

She never claimed to be Rory’s apprentice. It was these people who insisted on putting that label on

her.

“Kiddo?” Treyton was standing right next to her and called out to her in a low voice, his eyes seeming

to hold a hidden meaning.

Gwendolyn understood his intentions and signaled to him that he didn’t need to concern himself with

anything.

She was intrigued to see what Samantha had up her sleeve.

Faced with scrutiny, Samantha calmly raised the microphone to explain, “When I was studying abroad

in Rodunst, I had the opportunity to catch a glimpse of Ms. Richardson through a friend. The little.

apprentice who was following her at the time was clearly a male. To verify this, I just contacted a friend,

abroad and found out that Ms. Richardson’s apprentice is actually her relative, which is why she made

an exception to take him on. This woman on stage is a complete mismatch in terms of both gender and

background!”

She spoke nothing but the truth, which left Mokingston somewhat puzzled. “But the techniques she

used were clearly…”

Samantha intervened, “They were clearly stolen!”

A sudden commotion erupted below the stage, and a heated debate ensued in response to

Samantha’s

assertion.

Plagiarizing techniques was a deeply shameful act in the martial arts community and even more

heinous than Sorest’s tendency to launch sneak attacks.

If caught, not only would the offender be blacklisted, but they would also be chased and beaten by the

fanatical followers of the National Martial Association, with many ending up crippled with broken legs.

As the entire audience was discussing, Samantha continued to say, “Think about it, this woman came

from Fairlake Orphanage, which is a far cry from Ms. Richardson’s status. Therefore, she must have

stolen those techniques! She is not only shameless but also despicable!”

Amid the serious mood in the room, a sudden burst of laughter came from the side.

Samantha turned to Gwendolyn, who couldn’t contain her laughter, and asked in confusion, “What’s so

funny?”

Gwendolyn restrained her laughter. Despite wearing casual sportswear, she still emanated a chilly,

aloof demeanor.

“Ms. Lane, you seem awfully certain of yourself. Aren’t you afraid of being proven wrong?”

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