Two staff members approached Rivata, who had become a source of embarrassment with her remarks.

Each grabbing one of her arms, they forcefully dragged her towards the exit.

Rivata, realizing her piano career was over with her expulsion from the training camp, turned to Nancy with tears streaming down her face, "Nancy, I was wrong. I apologize to you. You shouldn’t be the kind of person to hold a grudge. Please, I beg you to speak on my behalf."

Nancy, standing there, tilted her head slightly and replied, "Sorry, I am petty."

Rivata could insult anyone, but not Andrew Lesser.

In her more than twenty years of life, Andrew had always been her untouchable scale.

Hearing Nancy’s response, Rivata's eyes filled with malice, giving up on pleading. She yelled, "Nancy, you’re nothing but a bitch! I curse you to be eliminated in the next open competition."

Nancy shrugged indifferently. If curses were effective, would there be any violence or crime in the world?

It was a joke.

Finally, Rivata was expelled, and the venue quieted down.

Without the person killing the mood, Zach Whitman's face instantly brightened, "Ah, Nan, you were too good today. I haven’t had enough…"

"Sure."

Nancy took Andrew's arm, "Zach, then you should treat us to dinner."

"Hahaha… sure!"

Andrew grandly announced, "We'll have dinner now, as a celebration."

Zach's invitation to dinner wasn't something just anyone could attend. Only four judges, including David, Charlie, Linda Smith, Linda's teacher, and Smith were included.

The other students and their teachers watched enviously. Dinner organized by Zach was a big deal!

Their future in the piano world would be smooth sailing if they could attend.

How lucky was Nancy?

Not only had she won the favor of a powerful man like Charlie, but now Zach too. She was too good at winning support!

If Zach heard their thoughts, he would earnestly tell them it wasn’t Nancy clinging to him but him clinging to Nancy!

The dinner was enjoyable for everyone. Since there were two days off after the competition, Nancy and Linda didn’t return to the training camp villa but went back to the hotel with Charlie.

"Ah... there's nothing like the comfort of my husband's bed…"

Lying on the grand bed of the presidential suite, Nancy wished she could roll around on it.

Charlie, holding a glass of red wine, watched her joy and chuckled softly, "Then how about I talk to Smith, and from now on, you stay with me in the hotel?"

"That won't do."

Nancy lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, pouting, "Just because of that dinner, they already dislike me. If you make this exception for me, there will be more people like Yvonne and Rivata. I really don't want to deal with them anymore. It's exhausting."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Charlie finished his wine, lay down beside Nancy, and gently embraced her, "It's my fault. To make up for your hurt feelings, I’ll take you out tomorrow."

"Out?"

Nancy looked up, seeing only his chin, and playfully rubbed her nose against it, "Didn’t you say it's dangerous to go out? Where do you want to take me?"