Chapter 150

Chapter 150:

“Humph, if you don’t want it, then forget about it!” the person on the other end of the line snapped, ready to hang up.

Giana hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth. “Fine, I’ll pay you.”

She transferred a million dollars and quickly received the piece of music. One glance at it, and she could instantly tell it was Madisyn’s style. Determined, Giana practiced the piece all night.

Meanwhile, after leaving Evie’s room, Madisyn decided to stop by her own company. As she stepped out of the hotel and was about to hail a cab, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of her, blocking her path.

Madisyn tried to move around it, but the car followed her every step.

After a few attempts, she grew increasingly irritated. “Hey, what’s your problem? Why are you following me?” she called out, her frustration evident.

The car window rolled down, revealing Andrew’s handsome, charming face, a hint of a playful smile in his eyes.

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Madisyn was caught off guard. What was he doing here?

“Weren’t you supposed to come back to Ansport a week later?” Madisyn asked, genuinely surprised.

“I heard you were here for the competition, so I came back in advance,” Andrew said with a casual smile. “How about I treat you to dinner? You must be exhausted.”

The thought of dinner immediately appealed to Madisyn, and she nodded in agreement. “Should we ask Evie to join us?”

Andrew’s response was swift and firm. “No.”

Then, Madisyn climbed into the car.

As they drove through the streets of Ansport, she couldn’t help but take in the city’s unique charm. Unlike the flashier Gemond, Ansport’s luxury was more refined—subtle and steeped in history. The old-world architecture seemed to whisper stories from the past.

Soon, they arrived at the grand entrance of the Carmine Rose, a century-old landmark known for hosting the rich and powerful.

Madisyn glanced down at her outfit, feeling slightly out of place in such an upscale setting. But Andrew, ever composed, didn’t seem to notice or care. He took her hand confidently, leading her inside.

The second floor of the restaurant was a blend of timeless elegance and modern sophistication. The dim lighting and artfully spaced tables created an ambiance of intimacy, making it an ideal spot for a quiet, luxurious dinner.

They settled into their seats and placed their orders. The food arrived, and each dish was a work of art. Madisyn couldn’t resist capturing a few photos of the exquisite presentation.

As they enjoyed their meal, Andrew stepped away to take a phone call, while Madisyn received a video call from her family. She quietly chatted with her parents, who were relieved to hear she was with Andrew.

Just as Madisyn ended the call, a shadow fell over her table. She looked up to see a woman knocking on the edge of the table.

“You must delete the photos,” the woman demanded.

Madisyn was taken aback, frowning in confusion as she studied the woman. The woman was dressed in a light green gown and adorned with luxury accessories. Her face sparked a vague sense of recognition in Madisyn.

After a moment, it clicked—this was Tatiana, Howard’s former fiancée.

Madisyn hadn’t expected to run into Tatiana here, but considering Tatiana was an artist with Global Entertainment, it made sense for her to be in Ansport, where the company was headquartered.

“And why would I do that?” Madisyn asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Tatiana didn’t recognize Madisyn. After all, her only visit to the Johns’ house was to call off the engagement, and she hadn’t bothered to meet the new Miss Johns everyone was talking about.

Today, with Madisyn dressed simply, Tatiana assumed she was a paparazzo. No true lady of status would dress so casually while dining at such an exclusive venue.

“Carmine Rose is famous for its strict privacy policies. I never thought someone like you would manage to slip in.” Tatiana sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. “I’ll give you ten seconds to delete those photos, or I’ll call security.”

Tatiana clearly expected Madisyn to panic and comply, but Madisyn remained unfazed.

“I wasn’t taking pictures of you. You should leave now,” she responded calmly.

Tatiana’s eyes narrowed. “Are you calling me a liar? I saw you taking photos in my direction,” she snapped, reaching out to grab Madisyn’s phone.

Madisyn, however, wasn’t about to let her snatch it.

As Tatiana lunged for the phone, she missed, nearly losing her balance. Her irritation boiled over. She immediately called out, “Security! Arrest this woman! She’s been secretly photographing me.”

The security personnel, recognizing Tatiana, quickly approached Madisyn. “Miss, we’ll need to inspect your phone,” one of them said firmly.

The once-quiet restaurant buzzed with sudden activity as the commotion drew the attention of other diners. Even the wealthy patrons couldn’t resist the allure of a public confrontation, their curious gazes locked onto the unfolding scene.

“Isn’t that Tatiana? I never thought a paparazzo would sneak in here.”

“Look at her; she clearly can’t afford to dine here. She must have tagged along with someone else.”

“Security, get her out of here. She’s ruining our evening.”

“How brazen of this paparazzo. Doesn’t she realize Tatiana is with Corbett now? The Klein family isn’t to be messed with.”

As murmurs spread through the restaurant, the patrons quickly took Tatiana’s side, knowing her connection to Corbett had elevated her status.

Tatiana, reveling in the support, looked down at Madisyn with smug superiority.

Just as security was about to move closer, Madisyn’s voice cut through the commotion. “How absurd. Just because she claims I was taking photos of her, it must be true? Why on earth would I want pictures of her?”

As Madisyn spoke, she turned, her face illuminated by the soft lighting, revealing a stunning, pure beauty that left the onlookers momentarily breathless.

Suddenly, the famous star Tatiana seemed plain and insignificant by comparison.

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