Love in the Limelight novel Chapter 569

Listening to Astrid's words, Jonah Quinn's irritation only grew. "Ms. Irvine, I only call you 'teacher' because you're seated in that position. Do you really think you're worthy of that title?"

"And what makes you think you can criticize me?"

"Do you know anything about sculpting? Don't pretend to understand. My work is already perfect, and you won't find anyone here better than me!"

While Jonah Quinn ranted, Ziegler kept making eye contact, trying to signal him to stop. But Jonah was too fired up to notice or care. Having won numerous championships, he naturally believed in his own excellence. To him, Astrid was nothing more than a flashy actress seeking attention.

Astrid, unfazed by Jonah's attitude, replied coolly, "You really think there's no one better in the entire room?"

Jonah nodded confidently. "Yes, aside from the three judges sitting next to you, no one else here can match my skill."

Astrid challenged, "And what if there is?"

Jonah scoffed, "There is no 'if.' It's impossible."

"Wow," Astrid raised an eyebrow, "you’re that confident?"

Jonah declared, "Absolutely. If you actually find someone who can carve a dragon more perfect than mine within the time limit, I'll bow to them, serve them tea, and call them my mentor!"

"Bowing to her? She might not even want you as a student," Astrid said, rising from her seat.

The entire audience was taken aback.

...

Under the gaze of the audience, Astrid reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of delicate gloves, slipping them on. Instead of using her own tools, she casually picked up a competitor's carving knife and grabbed a carrot from a nearby basket.

Everyone thought it was impossible for Astrid to succeed. Yet, the moment she began, the cameraman capturing close-ups was left speechless.

Astrid's hands moved with incredible speed; each cut was precise and confident. Within a minute, the dragon's shape was already taking form. Jonah Quinn had taken five minutes to reach the same point, and his dragon lacked the finesse of Astrid's.

The entire process was magnified on the large stage screen. Initially skeptical, the audience gradually fell silent, astonished. "What kind of speed is that? It seems like the knife never stops moving. Doesn't her hand get tired?"