Charlotte leaned back in her chair, her clear eyes narrowing slightly as she maintained her effortless composure. She cast a lazy, assessing glance at Queenie across from her, her drawl slow and measured. "I probably know Asclepius better than anyone else in this room.
As for my confidence..."
Charlotte took a sip of water, a beautiful smirk touching her lips. She exuded an aura that made her seem untouchable, looking down on the world. "I've always been confident, unless it's something I don't care about. When I want something, I never miss."
That tone...
The reporter's mouth twitched, utterly speechless.
She was a lost cause.
She had been put on a pedestal for so long that she had completely lost touch with reality.
The executives and the audience broke out into a frenzy of murmurs.
Most of them dripping with mockery and disdain.
From the moment Charlotte started speaking, Queenie's gaze had been glued to her face.
For some reason, the unshakeable confidence radiating from Charlotte didn't feel fake or forced in the slightest. Instead... it was almost magnetic.
It was a shame.
If she hadn't possessed a death wish by trying to fight Asclepius for her position, they might have actually been friends.
With some guidance, the girl could have had a bright future.
But the president's seat had to belong to Asclepius.
She wouldn't show mercy to anyone blocking her path.
Seeing how painfully awkward the atmosphere had become, the event coordinator quickly stepped up with a bright smile. "Everyone here today is a titan in the medical field. Although this is a competition, we can also treat it as an exchange of brilliant ideas."
He was subtly hinting that the competition was a foregone conclusion.
Any idiot could see how this was going to end.
The formal debate commenced.
Based on seniority and reputation, 'Asclepius' was granted the floor first to present her arguments and showcase her research.

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