Chapitre 85: Tension Beneath the Spotlight      

Cain remained completely unfazed, his expression calm as always.

He had simply borrowed the concept from Big Daddy, and it worked even better than he expected. His voice, though . . . he knew it was still mediocre. He had only mimicked what he'd heard, nothing more.

But that didn't matter. He was confident his score would improve tonight — not from his voice, but from the way he captivated the entire room with his charisma and stage presence.

Cain's fashion was impeccable — sleek, calculated, and safe. There was no way he would score low this time, not with how well he'd played his cards.

For a brief moment, his eyes locked with Felice's. He could've sworn he saw her smirk, a mischievous glint flickering in her gaze that sent a chill through him.

What was she thinking?