From Divorce To Dominance

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As soon as Keaton spotted the stage, he fumed, "Trying to get attention with cheap tricks again? No real talent, huh? Always relying on gimmicks to catch people's eyes?"

Natalie stood out in a light green boxing top, wearing simple white sneakers. It was such a basic look; her clothes had no special style. Yet, somehow, they drew everyone's attention.

Most people couldn't pull off light green; one wrong move and they'd end up looking frumpy. But with her great figure and perfect skin, she stood out like a proud, elegant peacock on stage. Especially that long, graceful neck of hers, highlighted by the outfit, made people's eyes linger on her.

In the VIP section, Darren glanced from a distance and nervously licked his lips. He suddenly thought back to that wild and steamy night. His fingers had brushed against her neck-soft and silky, a feeling that even the finest silk couldn't match. And those muffled moans, filled with pleasure, still made his scalp tingle and his ears burn just thinking about them.

Caught up in his thoughts, heat surged in his lower abdomen. Darren glanced down, cursing himself. He must have been too restrained for too long.

Meanwhile, on stage, after Keaton finished speaking, there was an awkward silence.

Vivian quickly'stepped in to break the tension. "Ms. Xavier, good to see you again! That outfit-if I'm not mistaken, it's for boxing, right? Are you going to perform boxing?"

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"This is the first time we've seen boxing on our talent stage. I'm really looking forward to it," Vivian said, gesturing invitingly "So, please, Ms. Xavier, go ahead!"

Oliver joined in with applause. "I'm looking forward to it too."

Music began to play, creating a calming atmosphere. Natalie started to move. Her strikes were fast yet powerful, her feet shifting smoothly as she transitioned through each movement. Each punch, bend of the waist, and push of the palm flowed together lightly and naturally.

Natalie stood on stage, her movements mesmerizing as she performed. She had an amazing figure, and her slim waist and long legs were hard to miss. It was impressive how she could wear a long outfit yet still seem so captivating.

At first, the audience watching the live stream was skeptical. Many thought she was just there for a joke, tuning in to see what silly performance she'd put on. But as they watched more closely, their mood quickly changed. [Wow, look at her waist! And those legs!]

[Oh my gosh, can you believe this stunning woman actually knows boxing? This is so cool.]

[I always thought boxing was boring, but after seeing her perform... I was totally wrong.]

[Forget it; I'm getting a boxing outfit and joining her tomorrow.]

[I'm learning boxing. Honestly, her moves are impressive-just as good as Mr. Graham's.]

[Seriously? Let's not get carried away. Mr. Graham is a master. Natalie is great, but comparing her to him is a bit much, don't you think?]

Keaton watched the comments flood in, his irritation building. He glanced at Natalie, who was still performing, and then slammed his hand on the table. "Stop

Natalie paused, looking at him with confusion.

Keaton slammed his hand on the table twice; both Vivian and Oliver turned to look at him.

"Stop! I can't take this anymore!" Keaton grabbed the microphone, now the center of attention, completely ignoring everyone else. "What kind of talent show is this? If people think they can just come here and do anything, what does that mean for us? This is supposed to be about finding the next star, not showing off cheap tricks!"

Natalie crossed her arms, defiantly glaring at him. "Cheap tricks?"

"Isn't it? What exactly are you doing up there? This stage should be for people who respect it, not for you to embarrass yourself!" Keaton shot back, his anger growing.

Natalie scoffed, "Boxing, an integral part of modern competitive sports, is a multifaceted discipline that encompasses physical fitness, strength building, and technical skill in confrontation. It's you who comes off as foolish with all this nonsense. If you don't understand, just keep quiet. What right do you have to sit here and criticize?"

As soon as those words left Natalie's mouth, the whole room fell silent, then exploded into chaos. Comments started pouring in like a flood.

[OMG! So bold!]

[She is so sassy!]

[I never thought I'd see such a wild live stream in my life! Come on, let's heat it up! Keaton, go shot back!]

be [Natalie, what are you even trying to prove? Just because you've got money? Keaton is the mentor here; shouldn't you showing some respect?]

[Are you blind? Is this favoritism okay? Keaton just dissed something casually, and you think that's funny? Who's the real joke here?]

Keaton couldn't believe it. Natalie was actually going live and throwing shade at him, and he felt completely disrespected.

Heat rushed through him. He grabbed the mic and yelled, "This is a talent show, not a joke! If you're not singing or dancing just leave the stage! If you insist on doing this boxing stunt, then let me be clear: this stage can have either you or me, but not both!" With that, he slammed the mic down onto the floor and stood there, jaw clenched, staring down at Natalie. The buzzing sound of static filled the room as excitement rippled through the live audience.

Gasps echoed through the venue. This sudden twist during the live stream sent Oscar into a frenzy. He gritted his teeth, wishing he could snap at someone. Through his earpiece, he instructed Vivian, "Stop Keaton! Don't let him lose control! Vivian, keep the situation calm!"

Oscar swore that once he found a suitable mentor for the show, he planned to kick Keaton off.

Vivian, tasked with handling the situation, felt her frustration rising. With the cameras rolling, she forced a smile. "Ms. Xavier, your performance was great. We could watch you all day. Do you have another act prepared? Maybe some dancing or singing?" Natalie was done with the chaos. She just wanted to leave. This show had taken such a ridiculous turn. If they thought they could force her to perform, she'd happily pull her funding and cancel the whole thing.

But then she noticed the crowd-strangers holding up banners with her name, cheering for her. They believed in her. Taking a deep breath, she bit her tongue and decided to go with it. "Fine, I'll dance, I guess." Vivian sighed with relief and jumped at the chance, "What song will you be dancing to?"

"Let's go with 'Come"""

Vivian's expression froze for a moment. She thought, 'Is she serious? That song is one of the most challenging dances out there! It isn't something anyone could pull off on a whim!"