"There is no conclusive evidence regarding the rumors about Miss Cynthia. Since the incident began, several large corporations and wealthy families have vouched for her. Even Libanan University, a prestigious school domestically, has not hesitated to stake its reputation to defend her. Why then, are you all so eager to believe Mr. Maude Andrews' version of the story?"
Hearing his name being mentioned, Andrews turned pale, "Chairman Astrid..."
"And yes, Mr. Andrews, didn't you say you were going to resign from the position of judge for the International Aroma Competition? Why are you here today?" Astrid Joll, her eyes filled with scorn, chuckled, "If Mr. Andrews can't even keep a promise, how can I believe anything you say?"
Andrews' face twisted in revulsion, but before he could begin to defend himself, Astrid Joll glared coldly at the person beside him and snarled, "Judge Fefferman!"
