CHAPTER 22: CHAPTER 22: CHALLENGE

The girl on the stage has features that are three-dimensional and exquisite, with the perfect face shape that covers the face, the ideal oval shape, complemented by a nine-head body ratio that absolutely turns Clarissa Stanton into an ugly duckling beside her.

In front of a true swan princess, even an ordinary swan would feel inferior, let alone an ugly duckling.

The most important thing is that she didn’t put on any makeup. If she did, one couldn’t imagine how stunning she would be.

A girl like this, even in an entertainment industry filled with beauties, would overshadow all the female stars.

No one dislikes beauties, even the girls present had eyes shining with amazement.

Summer Monroe just stands there simply, and she’s the most dazzling light.

And at this moment, Clarissa Stanton has completely become nothing more than a backdrop.

All the attention that originally belonged to her was now, without exception, all taken by Summer Monroe.

Looking at Damian Knight, his eyes also couldn’t move away from Summer Monroe, as if no one else existed in his view.

Clarissa Stanton’s eyes reddened with jealousy.

Summer Monroe also saw the look on Clarissa Stanton’s face; Clarissa was very angry, very upset, exactly what she wanted.

But Summer Monroe quickly looked away and walked directly to Damian Knight, asking in a low voice, "Damian Knight, why did you..."

Damian Knight interrupted her, saying, "I haven’t decided whether to marry you yet; I’m just paying a bit of ’interest’ back to you first."

Summer Monroe was at a loss for words.

Just to pay back a bit of interest, you gave her such an important endorsement?

She really couldn’t understand what on earth goes on in Damian Knight’s mind.

However, seeing Stella Monroe and Clarissa Stanton’s frantic looks, she felt that being this endorser wasn’t so bad after all.

Damian Knight took up the microphone and said, "As everyone knows, Midnight Coffee House has always chosen the champion of the coffee competition to be its endorser, but this year I made a decision not to choose the champion, only someone whose aura fits. I think Miss Monroe’s aura perfectly fits as the spokesperson for Midnight Coffee House. Miss Monroe, say a few words to everyone."

Summer Monroe took the microphone that Damian Knight handed over and was just about to speak when suddenly someone rushed over and snatched the microphone from her hand.

"I don’t accept this!"

Summer Monroe instinctively turned her head and met Clarissa Stanton’s blood-red eyes.

Clarissa Stanton’s reaction was within her expectations.

Summer Monroe slightly raised an eyebrow and asked, "Sister, what are you doing?"

However, Clarissa Stanton ignored her and spoke directly into the microphone to everyone present: "The spokesperson for the coffee house has always been someone with the best coffee latte art skills. How can they suddenly choose someone who doesn’t know anything? I don’t accept this!"

Stella Monroe was the first to stand up below.

"Exactly! Young Master Knight, your decision was too sudden. Even if you want to change the tradition, it should have been announced in advance. How can you let a country girl who can’t even drink coffee become the endorser?"

Stella Monroe’s words caused a stir at the scene.

"Is she really a country bumpkin? This choice of an endorser really doesn’t match the international chain store image of Midnight Coffee House!"

"It’s one thing if she’s from the countryside, but not being able to even drink coffee is a bit too much."

Seeing everyone speaking on her behalf, Clarissa Stanton directly spoke into the microphone: "Summer Monroe, did you get this endorsement by seducing people with your looks?"

Summer Monroe stared coldly at Clarissa Stanton, her gaze sharp like icy blades.

Clarissa Stanton was startled by the look.

She glanced at Damian Knight, but his gaze was even colder.

Clarissa Stanton was so frightened that she didn’t dare look at Damian Knight again.

She took a deep breath and after several seconds found her voice to say: "Otherwise, why would you get this endorsement when you can’t even drink coffee?"

Summer Monroe calmly retorted, "Who said I can’t even drink coffee?"

Clarissa Stanton laughed coldly and asked, "Then do you dare accept my challenge? If you win in a coffee latte art contest, I’ll willingly give up the endorser title to you!"