"Your words make sense. Clark is a mean guy.” Duncan was deep in thought.
Panic and anxiety seized Mrs. Booker.
Mrs. Booker finished her lunch in a hurry and went to see Mrs. Lee in a remote cafe.
Mrs. Lee asked after putting down her bag the moment she walked into the box. "What's wrong? You look nervous." "Right, be seated." Mrs. Booker told Mrs. Lee the whole thing.
Mrs. Lee was shocked. "Are you serious? He said he lived a miserable life. | gave him 500, 000 dollars so that he can take his parents and sister to the best hospital.” "| feel restless and think he has cheated us," Mrs. Booker said with a pale face.
"Don't worry. This might not be as bad as we thought.” Mrs. Lee softly patted Mrs. Booker's hand. "It's not simple. When Luca was uncovered to be a fraud, Mrs. Wilson immediately gave Poppy one million as compensation. It seems that she was tricked, too." "If so, how could a cunning woman like her would be repeatedly cheated?" Mrs. Booker murmured. "Perhaps, they just set us up." "Nonsense. If Master Clark knows our doubts, we will be doomed." Mrs. Lee interrupted her. "Without any evidence, we can do nothing. If they hold a party, we can invite Miss Andrews." "Sounds like a good idea. She is good at fighting and not afraid of being troubled.” Mrs. Booker nodded. "I just told this thing to nobody but you. Before we figure out the whole thing, we should be meticulous. Otherwise, our business will suffer if Master Clark is provoked." "All right. My daughter has recently been dancing under the guidance of Miss Andrews. I'll have my daughter contact her," Mrs.
Lee said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Dance?" Mrs. Booker was confused.
"Miss Andrews is the general director of National Day Gala this year. Both my daughter and my brother work in the bank. My brother recommended her to represent the bank to perform at the gala,” Mrs. Lee, proud of her brother and her daughter, answered smilingly.
"Well. Every government department sends its representatives to perform at the party every year. | am surprised to know the mayor trusts Miss Andrews so much," Mrs. Booker said in surprise.
"Don't worry. Wait for my good news." Mrs. Lee then said goodbye to Mrs. Booker.
Mrs. Booker also left the cafe with her bag.
In fact, Mrs. Booker could do nothing about it, but Mrs. Lee, from a much more powerful family, could be of help.
Mrs. Booker got into a car and sighed.
She turned around and unexpectedly saw that college student in a famous brand of clothes.
She quickly took some pictures and felt cheated at the sight of his Audi AGL.
The car was not expensive for her, but ordinary college students could not afford it.
Though she wanted to ask Winter the whole thing, she held back her wrath when recalling Mrs. Lee's words.
In the studio hall, Mollie felt highly embarrassed after realizing that Sylvia, who she looked down upon, was actually highly competent.
After Sylvia and a music mentor adapted a new song, a singer named Helena Lee, a beautiful girl from an influential family, perfectly performed the song under the guidance of Sylvia.
This melodic song turned more enchanting when Sylvia sang in a mellifluous voice.
As Helena, an amateur singer, patiently followed Sylvia's professional instruction, Mollie, instead of feeling contempt for Sylvia, was jealous of Helena and thought she would make progress in singing with Sylvia's help.
During a break, Mollie leaned over to Sylvia and said nervously, "Miss Andrews..." Sylvia looked up at her, making Mollie ashamed. "What?" Mollie opened her mouth and then said, "Sorry." "For what?" Sylvia was puzzled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMollie blushed since a proud woman like her seldom apologized. "On your first day here, | didn't mean that..." "Never mind." Sylvia was still calm.
At the same time, their conversation caught others’ attention.
Others who had been unsatisfied with Sylvia now along well with her.
They were proud of having a chance to get William's professional suggestions.
"Is Miss Andrews here?" A Starbucks manager was at the door. "Here's the 130 cups of coffee Mr. Maskelyne ordered for you.
Please check it." The words, "Mr. Maskelyne" startled everyone.
They wondered if Mr. Maskelyne mentioned by the manager was the president of Maskelyne Group.
He was married. Why did he send coffee here? Was he messing with Sylvia? Sylvia frowned and accepted the coffee, thinking, 'He should be flying the plane, but he still has time to send someone to pester me.’ As the coffee shop staff handed out coffee, William smilingly said, "I am so happy. Working with you, | can drink bubble tea and coffee and have snacks every day." "Then why not work with me all the time?" Sylvia joked.
Those people who were rehearsing were sophisticated and they quickly came over to thank Sylvia.