章 73: Meeting The Models

Jordan, who had stayed quiet through the entire ordeal, finally broke the silence with a low whistle. "Well, that was… something. Guess we'll see how this plays out."

Sylus didn't wait for a response. He took my good hand gently in his, guiding me toward the door. The room was still buzzing with tension, but as the door shut behind us, I felt the weight of their judgment begin to lift.

Sylus's grip on my good hand remained steady as we walked through the hallway. The silence between us was comfortable, but then the speakers crackled to life.

"All contestants, please proceed to the main hall immediately."

Sylus's stride didn't falter as he glanced at me. "Come on, let's go."

I frowned, stopping in my tracks. "What do you mean, 'let's go'?"

His expression was calm but determined. "I'm walking you there."

I raised an eyebrow. "You can't do that."

"Oh, I can, and I will," he said, folding his arms as if daring me to argue.