Amy's true nature was best known to her agent.

Her agent couldn't be bothered to listen to her nonsense and was hoping that this setback would teach her a lesson.

However, Amy clearly didn't want to miss the training camp and started crying, "I won't leave!"

She pointed at Charlie and Nancy, crying and cursing, "This is Ryeland, it's not up to you foreigners to call the shots!"

At this moment, Charlie really felt that Nancy's previous comments about racial discrimination towards Henriana people in Europe and America were accurate.

His eyes darkened, and he took out his phone again to make a call.

Soon, four people dressed like security guards rushed to the entrance of the venue.

Charlie pointed at Amy and commanded coldly, "Kick her out!"

"Yes, sir."

The security guards responded respectfully, approached Amy, and started to manhandle her.

"I won't leave! I won't leave! Since when do foreigners rule Ryeland? I won't leave, let me go..."

Her crying and shouting were loud, attracting even more onlookers.

The cold stares from the crowd made it clear that the majority of the 600+ contestants were foreigners, and only about ten slots were allocated to Ryeland.

The more than 600 contestants here are basically foreigners. Listening to Amy's words, some even showed gloating expressions in their eyes.

Despite Amy's fierce struggle, she couldn't withstand the force of four people and was embarrassingly and frantically driven out.

"Nan..."

Charlie tenderly touched Nancy's hair, "Do well in the competition, I'll be waiting for you outside."

"Okay."

Nancy raised her number card, beaming brightly, "I'll definitely make Henriana proud!"

Charlie chuckled softly, gently kissed her upturned face, and then stepped aside to wait.

Nancy smiled at him and continued to queue with her number card.

The contestant with number seventy-seven, who had been silently watching the drama unfold, turned to Nancy and gave her a thumbs up, "You're awesome! Daring to defy a Ryeland contestant like that, impressive!"

Nancy smiled and nodded politely in response.

Seventy-seven burst into laughter, stepping closer to whisper, "Your husband is so handsome!"

"Thank you."

Nancy couldn't hold back her laughter at this comment.

Seeing seventy-seven's admiring gaze, she nodded earnestly, "Yes, my husband has always been this handsome!"

Seventy-seven, an easygoing person despite this being her first encounter with Nancy, chatted away to pass the time in the queue.

The line moved quickly, as each contestant had only one minute to perform before making way for the next.

Their conversation was short-lived as they soon reached the entrance of the venue.

"Number seventy-eight, good luck! After offending that one, you'd better not get eliminated, or you'll be a laughingstock."