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

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

It didn’t take long for Sumr 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 cos, finally about to translate the third lesson.

Sumr took a sip of water and continued translating.

The third lesson was about the basic concepts of calculus.

Sumr 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 Sumr was unable to translate and couldn’t suppress the corners of her mouth from crazily turning up, up!

Yet in the next mont, Sumr spoke again—

"Calculus Micro-elent thod Particle chanics..."

A smooth English with an Aurelia accent sounded again.

Willow Grant’s mind went blank.

Sumr 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 Sumr 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 ti, it was too late to shut down the stream; everyone had already seen Sumr successfully translate the calculus lesson.

Willow Grant saw a comnt right before closing the stream.

"Wow, the goddess is amazing! But am I the only one who noticed? The woman who started the stream seed intentionally misleading, like wanting to see Sumr fail. If soone 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 comnt appeared.

"Isn’t this woman’s voice Willow Grant’s? She’s my desk mate, I couldn’t mistake it. Jeez, she usually targets Sumr the goddess, and now she wants Sumr 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 ."

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 sha, 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 mont Sumr spoke with such authentic Aurelia accent.

Regrettably, she had held onto luck at the ti.

Now, not only was everyone convinced that Sumr 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, sha, hate—all sorts of emotions seed 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 Sumr’s translation as if they were at a grand concert.

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