The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 723: Livestream—Willow Grant Gets Humiliated

Summer Monroe continued to translate calmly despite everyone’s shock.

It didn’t take long for Summer Monroe to finish translating the first and second lessons and soon move on to the third lesson.

Willow Grant clenched her phone tightly, feeling secretly delighted.

Here it comes, finally about to translate the third lesson.

Summer took a sip of water and continued translating.

The third lesson was about the basic concepts of calculus.

Summer first scanned through the content of this lesson before starting to translate.

Just as she paused, looking at the content of this lesson, Willow Grant thought Summer was unable to translate and couldn’t suppress the corners of her mouth from crazily turning up, up!

Yet in the next moment, Summer spoke again—

"Calculus Micro-element method Particle mechanics..."

A smooth English with an Aurelia accent sounded again.

Willow Grant’s mind went blank. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Summer Monroe...

actually...

translated it!!

Why?!

Why did she really manage to do it?

The third lesson was so difficult that even when asking for translation help, a lot of related materials had to be found.

But Summer Monroe only paused for a few seconds before smoothly and accurately finishing the translation and started the fourth lesson.

Willow Grant’s nails dug hard into the table, leaving several scratch marks.

It wasn’t until a "crack" sound, when a nail suddenly broke, that Willow Grant snapped out of her stupor and reached to close the live stream.

However, by this time, it was too late to shut down the stream; everyone had already seen Summer successfully translate the calculus lesson.

Willow Grant saw a comment right before closing the stream.

"Wow, the goddess is amazing! But am I the only one who noticed? The woman who started the stream seemed intentionally misleading, like wanting to see Summer fail. If someone should be criticized, I think it should be her!"

Willow Grant’s fingers froze.

But she quickly realized she hadn’t shown her face; the audience in the stream had no idea she was the one who started it.

Willow Grant let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, another comment appeared.

"Isn’t this woman’s voice Willow Grant’s? She’s my desk mate, I couldn’t mistake it. Jeez, she usually targets Summer the goddess, and now she wants Summer to fail at such an important translation, how rotten!"

"Willow Grant?? The piano player from the prep class? I used to think she was quite pretty too, but now it seems she’s just a pretty shell with a rotten heart."

"I’m going to pour acid on this sour Willow Grant, don’t try to stop me."

Willow Grant turned pale, hastily shutting off the live stream.

She had been recognized!

All at once, Willow Grant felt as though every piece of clothing, including the fig leaf of shame, had been stripped away, leaving her shaking with humiliation and her blood boiling.

She shouldn’t have started this live stream!

Even if she had started it, she should have decisively shut it down the moment Summer spoke with such authentic Aurelia accent.

Regrettably, she had held onto luck at the time.

Now, not only was everyone convinced that Summer was talented, but they also knew Willow had hoped she would fail.

She would definitely be drowned in the saliva of those keyboard warriors on the forum.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Regret, shame, hate—all sorts of emotions seemed to take root in Willow Grant’s heart.

And all of this was caused by her own live steam.

Willow Grant’s face was pale, her body trembling, but no one paid attention to her; everyone was absorbed listening to Summer’s translation as if they were at a grand concert.

As Willow Grant suffered in anguish, half an hour passed.