âEnough! What you did was embarrassing enough! So shut your mouth now!â Ryan growled in anger and addressed the person in charge, Eric, âSend someone to take her back to the hotel.â
âOf course, Mr. Yates.â Eric quickly ordered the security personnel to take Penelope outside.
âUncle Ryan⦠Uncle Ryanâ¦â Penelope cried out pitifully, but the hard-hearted Ryan remained unmoved.
Hera recomposed herself, well aware that her situation at the moment was not to her advantage. She knew that her family background and status were inferior compared to Jennyâs.
Even Jennyâs reputation was better than hers. That being said, Hera reckoned that after that day, Jenny might become infamous.
I still have a piano competition to take part in. It seems that Iâll have to do that if I want to get a good rankingâ¦
Thus, after further reflection, she said, âMs. Berry, Ms. Lynch, Iâm sorry. I spoke too quickly without understanding the situation. I hope you wonât mind.â
âOh, but I do mind.â Ashlynâs expression was one of impatience. âI accept your apology, but I cannot forgive you.â
Her voice was not loud, but it was so clear that everyone present could hear her perfectly. Ashlyn continued, âAnd you, Ms. Holt, should hurry up as well. The competition is about to start.â
As she spoke, it was as if there was an invisible oppressive force emanating from her that overwhelmed Jenny to the point that she felt suffocated.
Coupled with the fact that Lucas was beside her, the crowd could not help but stare at her commanding presence.
They were a handsome couple, both equally charismatic as well as outstanding in appearance.
In fact, they were a match made in heaven.
âMs. Holt, it stands to reason that you, a non-competitor, should not appear backstage. This is not the Holt residence, and the competition is not organized by your family.â Josephâs voice rang out as he walked in slowly. He appeared together with Fae, and they walked over to Charlotte.
âWell, thatâs where youâre wrong. It is organized by my family! Donât you know that heâs my uncle!â
Jenny pointed at Eric.
Ericâs face fell.
In truth, his real name was Eric Holt. He was Jennyâs third paternal uncle. However, the Holts were entrepreneurs while Eric loved dance and literature. He had been an artistic person ever since he was young.
After becoming an adult, he entered the entertainment industry and grew apart from the Holt family.
This international piano competition was jointly organized by him, George Williams, and other bigwigs.
Having said that, he had little authority, as he was not the main organizer.
Being suddenly pointed out by Jenny, he was not amused.
Annoyed, he glared at Jenny. âJenny, if you are here to watch the competition, you should go and enjoy it. But if youâre here to cause trouble, Iâm going call your dad to come and take you away.â
His words was like a slap to her face.
He had shown no preferential treatment to his niece.
Jennyâs expression darkened, for she felt that her pride and ego had been trampled by her biological uncle.
Why do you show no consideration for your niece?
This is infuriating!
âHurry up and Apologize!â Ashlyn raised her eye and glanced at her, her words sounding like an order.
Very reluctantly and unwillingly, Jenny bowed her head and muttered, âIâm sorry.â
Her eyes were red as if she was the one who had been slandered, wronged, and humiliated.
Eric heaved a lengthy sigh. This niece of mine is such an undisciplined girl. How worrisome!
He turned to Ashlyn and reminded her politely, âMs. Berry, the competition is about to start. Please go and join the judging committee.â
Ashlyn nodded at him before she fastened the necklace back on Charlotte, and said, âPlay well, and donât let anything affect you.â
With that, she hugged the woman and said to Olivia, âMs. Warhol, Iâm impressed today. Thank you for speaking up.â
Upon being praised by Ashlyn, Olivia blushed, as she was both touched and delighted.
She stuttered, âY-Youâre welcome. Itâs my pleasure to help you. I-I will definitely play hard and do my best! Ms. Berry, I wonât let you down!â