Betrayal by love-Chapter 21: Modeling?

He switched off his screen. "Ugh! That is my sister, Eve, "He muttered, his words slurring.

She smiled gently and nodded." She looks pretty." She paused, her gaze fixed on her phone. " I have an idea."

"What?"

"Why can we make your sister a model for our company?" she suggested.

Max looked confused. "Modeling? But she has never been before, and she is not a social person."

"Come on, Maxmillian..." Selena persisted. "She has good facial features and a good body. She is perfect more than she will be famous in future" she requested him.

Max hesitated to take sudden action, wondering if my mom and dad would say okay to modeling. What about Evangeline? he moved those thoughts aside, and he nodded his head. " Okay, I can talk to her.'

Selena smiled widely. "Great. " After a few talks, she glances around and stands up," Thanks for your time, Max."

She shook his hands, and he stood up, returning the gesture. "My pleasure," he said, adjusting his tie.

"Welcome to the MaxSel cosmetics," she said confidently, meeting his eyes.

He nodded with a bright, elegant smile.

She walked towards the door; the way she walked was like a queen, holding his gaze on her. After she left, he stared at his palm and back, inhaling the scent of her cologne. "Finally, we're partners," he said, a smirk replacing his serious expression.

The next day, sunlight streamed into Evangeline's room, and her hand ran over her messy hair. She stepped down from the stairs and glancing around the empty silent hall, she went to gym room, the bodyguards who work out and maintaining their physique. she opened her mouth, "Chris Where is mom and Dad?"

Chris stopped his treadmill, answered, "They went on a business matter, Eve. They left a note for you." he handed her an unopened, handwritten card from the nearby table.

Evangeline's smile faded as she watched the card; she left the gym with an absent mind. Holding the card, she went to her room and tossed it into a cupboard already overflowing with similar notes. Gazing at the cupboard, her thoughts weaved into the past.

At seven years old, Evangeline, with a tiny figure, rubbing her eyes, walking towards kitchen, the nanny cooking her food. Evangeline asked Isabella, an old lady, "Where is Mom, Isa?"

Isabella half-sat and gently tucked Evangeline's hair behind her ear. " Wow! Cutey, you got woken. Your mom went on a business trip."

At the age of 10, Evangeline, running from the outdoor play with sweat, breathing heavily, her face was red like apple, asked her nanny Isabella, "Where is Mom and dad, Isa?" she asked, her words slurring.

Isabella answered, "They left just few minutes before for the business trip. They left notes, I kept it in your desk ".

"The left for business matter, and your mom gave this card."

"The went on business trip, they gave this card...." the words and memories replayed again and again.

The cupboard, crammed with tons of unopened cards, blurred before her eyes. Tears welled up. "Why they never spent time on me? Why have I never been happier in my life? Why is my life so messy? I have everything, but I left nothing," she murmured, her words trembling in loneliness.

She paused, remained silent, grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills, took sleeping pills, swallowed the pills, and drank the glass of water. Her body moved towards the bed. Lying down slowly, she stared at the ceiling, eyes filled with tears and pain. Her phone buzzed with the message. She took her phone beside her, watching the screen; her vision blurred. " Where are you? " the text was displayed.

she texted back, "I am off." Within 1 minute, she drifted into a deep, unconscious sleep.

Zoey's brow furrowed slightly as she re-read the message: "I am off." A sigh escaped her lips. "Shit, she's absent today," she muttered, her gaze shifting to Luna.

Luna chuckled. "Maybe a hangover," she suggested, scanning the rush hallway of the campus.

Zoey nodded in agreement, though her mind was elsewhere. She quickly typed another text to the unsaved number: "Not today, come tomorrow." After sending the message, she turned back to Luna.

"Okay, let's head to the library to get some books for my project," Luna proposed, already starting to walk. As they walked, the sound of clapping grew louder, drawing their attention toward the sports club.

Inside the sports club, Jason stood in the center of the court, his voice loud and confident, and he addressed the gathered students.

After gathering the participants, he announced, "We need three teams and a total of 18 members. Each student will get three chances to shoot. If you make it, you're in the selection pool." He added, watching the list, "The final list will be announced in the coming week, or we'll send it via text."

A murmur of excitement spread as fire through the crowd; everyone sat eagerly as Jason clapped his hands.

"Alright, guys, let's begin!" he said, watching them all.

Everyone looks at the first student, who will start the selection process, and cheers him on.

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Jason encouraged, "All the best."

Leo casually bounced his ball with a smooth rhythm, his footwork sharp. With a sharp, quick motion, he stepped into a clean mid-range jump shot. The ball spun and arced perfectly through the air and swished through the net.

All the players clapped for him, and the seniors nodded in approval.

"Not bad," one of the players muttered from the crowd.

Leo smirked as he grabbed his second ball, trying to be flashy this time. He dribbled faster, pulled up for the shot—

Clang! The ball straightly hit the rim with a medium sound, bounced back, and touched the floor.

Some students' heads shook, but others reacted with an eager, "Oh!!!" the crowd shouted.

"Too quick," Nate murmured to Kim.

Leo exhaled, shaking his head in frustration, while Jason simply made a note. "Good first shot. Stay consistent," he advised. Leo then made his way to his seat, feeling disappointed.

Jason called out, "Next, please!"

Ryan was up next. He had a good rank as a shooter, and he walked confidently towards the mid point. everyone watched closely, encouraging him with loud claps.

He warmed up his shoulders before getting a ball, took a deep breath, and took a ball, releasing a high-arching three-pointer.

Swish! The ball cleanly dropped through the net.

"Nice," someone whistled, and everyone clapped their hands.

Jason nodded in acknowledgment and marked his shot point.

However, on his second attempt, his overconfidence caused him to take too long to find the perfect release. Before putting the shot, his knees start to trembling. The ball hit the back of the rim and bounced out from the basket.

"Damn," Ryan muttered in missing shot with disappointment.

The group moaned in unexcepted by his shot.

Ryan exhaled; he couldn't focus like he had on the first shot and felt like he was losing his nerve.

The competition between the players heated up as more players took their turns, and the tension built with every shot.

Next,

Next,

Next,

Jason and Alex continued marking everyone's points, their clipboards filling up quickly.

After a short lunch break, the 24th player, Aaron, appeared, stepped forward confidently with elegant smile on his face, and the crowd erupted in cheers.