"I'm putting it all on the table today—not a single parent in this competition can even compare to our Victoria!" Nathan's voice boomed with unshakable confidence, silencing the murmurs in the room. "If anyone disagrees, I'd be happy to... educate them."

The crowd shifted uneasily, but no one dared to challenge him.

Solmaris Conservatory, part of the prestigious Solmaris education system, was legendary in elite circles. Many wealthy families sent their academically struggling children abroad to polish their credentials, yet even they couldn't secure admission here. This wasn't a place for mediocrity—it was a sanctuary for prodigies.

Everyone present knew exactly who Victoria was and the so-called "methods" she employed. They had all navigated high society long enough to read between the lines.

Alexander, the spineless husband, doted on his mistress while allowing his family to ostracize his wife. A tired, predictable story—hardly worth raising an eyebrow over.

Yes, the wife was pitiable, but aside from her striking beauty, what else did she have? It was undeniable—she was breathtaking, with an elegance that seemed untouched by time. Even among the elite, her looks were extraordinary. If Margaret hadn't exposed the truth, many would have assumed she was an heiress herself.

But in their world, beauty was a common currency. A pretty face alone couldn't hold a man's interest forever. Eventually, even the most exquisite features grew dull.

Alexander's new fascination, though not as conventionally beautiful as his wife, was undeniably more accomplished. In intellectual circles, who would choose an ignorant trophy wife over someone with whom they could share stimulating conversation? No wonder Alexander was smitten. After all, she was a graduate of Solmaris Conservatory.

Stripped of family connections and social maneuvering, her academic credentials alone would have granted her access to elite circles. Among the rare families who valued intellect over pedigree, she would have been welcomed without hesitation.

Challenging her in her own field would be nothing short of humiliation.

"She's a Solmaris Conservatory alum? That settles it," someone muttered under their breath.

"Looks like the Blackwood family is taking home first place today," another sighed. "I thought my child had a shot at the top spot... now I'm just hoping for a podium finish."

"The judges must be trembling knowing her background. They might as well hand her the scorecards and let her judge instead."

"Exactly. How could they possibly critique her?"

A few attendees edged closer to Margaret, eager to curry favor.

"Margaret, what instrument does she play? I'd love for her to mentor my child."

"Margaret, finally prioritizing talent over connections, aren't you? With Blackwood Enterprises thriving, you don't need to chase alliances anymore."

"Well, it seems Alexander has excellent taste after all."

Victoria, who had been on the verge of tears moments ago, couldn't suppress a smile as the crowd showered her with admiration. People naturally rooted for the underdog, and she had mastered the art of playing that role to garner sympathy. Never had she imagined the day would come when her own merits would earn her praise.

Her lips curled in triumph as she cast Amy a look dripping with smug superiority—

Then, a laugh like shattering crystal sliced through the sycophantic chatter.

"I disagree."

Amy's voice cut through the room, cool and unshaken. "Ms. Langley, care for a little challenge?"