Chapter 93
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While Zillah was thinking, the phone suddenly stopped ringing, followed immediately by the voice of an old woman over fifty years old.
"Who's that?"
It was the first time Zillah talked to a prominent figure in the martial arts world, Salome, so her heart jumped a little.
She tried to suppress the excitement in her heart and asked politely. "Master Salome, I'm sorry for calling to bother you, but I found out that someone pretended to be your student, that person was arrested but still refused to admit it, so I could only call you to verify."
The person on the other end of the line was silent for two seconds, then spoke. "I only have one student, Zane."
"Yes yes yes, I know. But this girl's movements are very similar to yours, I suspect she stole your martial arts..."
Salome was a bit angry. "What? She dares to do that? How shameless."
Salome said so, and the whole hall almost understood the situation.
This is exactly what Salome said.
Before that, there were a few guests who kept praising Bertha, but at this moment, they were all looking at her angrily, wishing they could use their eyes to kill her.
Zillah's eyes were filled with satisfaction and satisfaction.
She raised her chin very high, looking extremely relaxed.
"Have you heard, master Salome admitted that he doesn't have a student as a friend, do you still have integrity? You tease a master with such a great reputation, I see how you will die."
Venn frowned, he wanted to speak but Bertha stood behind him and grabbed his wrist.
She took a step forward, the corners of her lips curled slightly. "I never said I was Salome's student. So, is it humiliating or not?"
Zillah was stunned.
Master Josiah was also confused, it seemed like he had just mentioned it himself, but Bertha herself did not admit it.
But she did not object.
So isn't she intentionally trying to make others misunderstand?
This statement from Bertha did not make the hall satisfied, on the contrary, they hated her even more.
Zillah snorted coldly. "But you secretly learned jiu-jitsu from her, how do you explain this?"
Bertha covered her mouth and laughed. "Why do you think I stole Salome's lesson, and not she stole mine?"
Her words caused an uproar in the entire hall, and her scolding became more and more intense.
"Oh my god, how dare she say that? Who gave her the courage to be so arrogant?"
"She even dares to call master Salome's name, what an uneducated person. She's beautiful but she hasn't had a good education."
After Josiah heard it, he also kept shaking his head, silently complaining that Bertha was too arrogant.
Zillah laughed when she heard Bertha's wild words.
'Okay, then, today I will let you die with your eyes closed."
She finished speaking, turned off the speakerphone button on the phone, and said something to Salome on the other end of the line.
Seemingly with the other person's permission, Zillah hung up the phone and called Mrs. Darla.
"Can you turn on the projector? I'll make a video call with Master Salome so it appears on the big screen. Then I'll show it to everyone here, does Master Salome know this thief?"
Mrs. Darla didn't move, she turned her head to look at Olwen who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Olwen looked towards Bertha again.
Bertha could feel Olwen's eyes, she nodded slightly, and her expression remained calm, without any wavering.
Olwen sighed.
No way as long as the person involved remains calm, she has nothing to worry about. So she could only agree to Zillah's request.
Very soon, the projection screen in the middle of the stage opened.
Zillah stood right in the middle of the stage, ensuring that after Salome answered the phone, she would see Zillah first, so Zillah would have a good impression in Salome's eyes.
On the other end of the phone, Salome was sitting in a chair. She had practiced martial arts for many years, which made her look very young, completely unlike someone over fifty years old.
Zillah politely bowed to the person on the screen.
"Hello Master Salome, I'm the one calling you. I'm Zillah, the mistress of Helga's house. This time I bothered you, I..."
She hadn't finished speaking yet, Salome didn't have enough patience and said.
"I don't have time to hear your identity. Who and where is the person who stole the lessons and pretended to be my disciple?"
In front of so many people, Zillah was rejected so bluntly, that she was a little embarrassed.
But she quickly regained her expression, and at the same time, she also silently pinned this debt on Bertha's head.
"Look, it's that woman. Furthermore, just now she said you were the one who stole her lessons."
Following Zillah's words, the camera moves towards Bertha.
Bertha smiled slightly, faced the camera, and said. "Salome, long time no see."
At this time, the hall began to have a few people buzzing. Right in front of the famous master Salome, she dared to call Salome's name like that.
Could it be that these two people know each other?
After Salome saw Bertha's face, she was immediately stunned. She even put on her glasses and leaned closer to the screen to see Bertha more clearly.
Seeing Salome seem to be confirming many times, Zillah suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Salome saw a guest behind Bertha. She realized something and immediately stood up and bowed towards the screen.
Salome said something that no one here could believe.
"Master, is it you? I was wrong, I shouldn't have been so rude to you."
Everyone was surprised.
What is this situation?
Salome, over fifty years old, calls a young girl like Bertha's master.
There's no such thing as a TV show.
As for Bertha, she just smiled and accepted the other person's apology. "It was prompted by a despicable person. I don't blame you."
"Despicable person?" Zillah was so shocked that she couldn't believe it and took two steps back.
