JASMINE
(System… What antidote is that? What should we do about this threat? I can't fail this project.)
I mumbled desperately in my head while watching Henry move from one group of men to another, shaking hands and flashing that fake charming smile. The pride that I wouldn't be able to make him lose was all there.
(Host… like I said, anything related to Henry, I don't have full access to right now.)
(That jerk.. If not for Jasmine's hard work I must be the only one to do this defense effortlessly and pass it.. He is an ass hole.) I grumbled.
I tried to walk away, but the microphone crackled to life. I needed to tell them the defense was about to begin.
Everyone turned toward the stage where Professor Anderson stood, looking calm and distinguished under the bright lights.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice warm yet professional as it echoed through the elegant ballroom of the Grand Resort.
