Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 504 - Five Hundred And Four: What Just Happened?

The third point of view:

"On your mark. Set. Go!" the whistle was blown.

There was an outcry of cheers from the crowd as each participant dug into their food. There was no room to be gentle or well-mannered as everyone had their faces stuffed with food. Every one of them was determined to win.

Even Anabelle who was always all about etiquette didn\'t care anymore for her image. This wasn\'t just a competition, but a war - her pride was on the line here. She had to prove to Isabella and the others that she was good at something. Yes, the only thing they couldn\'t do was what she could.

"Eat! Eat! Eat!" rang out from the crowd with every one of them showing their support by calling out the name of their favorite contestants or loved ones, encouraging them to fight on.

Compared to Pedro who was immersed in the competition, Isabella was busy video recording Julie with her cellphone. The boy was quite a sight with those puffed-out cheeks and there was no way on earth she was going to miss out on an opportunity to tease him - the video would make a good blackmail.

"Aren\'t you anxious about the competition?" Pedro asked Isabella, "What if Anabelle loses?"

"Then it\'s as a result of her incompetence," Isabella retorted nonchalantly.

Pedro frowned, "Didn\'t you say she would win? Who is as hungry as a rhino?" he reminded her.

But Isabella arched her brow at him, "Did I?" then chucked at his ignorance.

Pedro\'s brow furrowed in confusion, then glanced back at the competitors. Could it be.....

As expected, not everyone was made for eating because a minute into the game, two people had given up, their stomachs unable to take anymore.

Although there was a medic by the side in case an accident happens - which was pretty common in this kind of competition - the contestants were advised not to eat beyond their limit. Dying from overeating was real.

There were a total of eight people left in the game and Anabelle managed to secure the fifth position.

"No, this can\'t happen!" She resolved in her heart. This was her game. She had resolved to win and would win. Filled with enthusiasm, she increased the pace of her eating and for the first time, the crowd recognized the fragile-looking girl as a strong opponent.

Three minutes later, two people had given up. Eating hot dog without water or any sort of consumable liquid by the side was quite suffocating.

Anabelle looked to her left, surprised to see her boyfriend Julie still in the game. She had thought he would be eliminated by now - seems he was quite hungry than he looked. Unlike the others who were desperate to win, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

She then turned to the man on her right. He was her big opponent and from the little food on his plate, it was obvious that the man would probably finish even before the five minutes was over.

However, it seems that luck was on Anabelle\'s side today because her opponent suddenly threw up, and God! It was so gross! As a reflex action, she gagged yet willed her body not to throw up. No matter what happens, the game must go on.

And so the honorable princess of the Spencer group who gets creeped out at the mere sight of a crawling cockroach endured the horrible mess by her side and continued consuming her hotdog.

Four minutes into the game, another person was eliminated leaving just her, Julie, and another man as the lasting opponents.

A smile tugged Anabelle\'s mouth to the side, she was the leading eater. Although she could feel her stomach beginning to complain, Anabelle knew she could do this.

"Nine....! "

"Eight....! "

Everyone joined in counting down to the seconds the game ended. The excitement was high in the air, Anabelle could feel it.

"Seven...! "

"Six....! "

Her blood throbbed, they were chanting her name. It made her feel good. Was this what it feels like to be on the top because it was so satisfying.

"Five...! "

"Four...! "

Gosh, victory was on her side.

"Three...! "

Anabelle was on top of the world. For once, she was not going to be a loser.

"Two....!"

She shut her eyes, putting the last bite into her mouth. The victory was hers and now her name would be shouted high.

"One....!"

The whole crowd went into a frenzy, excitement in the air. It was a tough match.

But wait a minute, why weren\'t they chanting her name, or was this the delay before the dramatic round of applause. Anabelle opened her eyes to see what was going on when she heard,

"Jordan! Jordan! Jordan!"

Huh, who was Jordan?

But then her eyes suddenly widened and Anabelle turned to her boyfriend. Jordan was the fake name Julie had given to them so as not to blow his cover.

Anabelle was rooted to the ground, the once celebratory smile of her pending victory frozen in place while her heart felt like it had been stabbed with a knife. Did he win instead of her?

"Huh?" was Julie\'s shocked response when the crowd began to cheer him. What just happened? Did he win?

All Julie knew was that he had been trying to devour all of his food before the time was up - they would be stopped whether the hotdog and buns were finished or not. Since the universe has provided free food for him, why shouldn\'t he take advantage of the whole thing?

That had been Julie\'s thought, who knew he would beat..... Oh no. It finally dawned on him who his competitor was and he glanced up to meet her hurt expression.

Oh God, he hadn\'t meant to win but he had been too immersed in his eating to notice.

"And now, we have the winner of our -"

"Anabelle!" Julie called after his furious girlfriend who took off to God knows where.

"Sit down," Isabella commanded Pedro who had stood to go after her.

"What?" Pedro shot a displeased frown at her cold attitude. She knew this would happen and yet intentionally kept quiet. By the way, how was she able to predict the outcome? He was beginning to get scared of her.

"This is a fight between couples, do not interfere," was her warning.