Chapter 130

"Grandpa, I've been practicing the drama for a long time. My face is stiff

now."

“You're a close friend to Mayor Cody. He'll definitely agree.”

"Please, Grandpa..."

“It's a trifle. Why do you insist on asking me for help? All right. I'll call

him," the old man's voice sounded.

Mollie wore a triumphant smile. "Thank you, Grandpa.”

"Enough. What do you want for dinner? I'll let the kitchen prepare for

you," her grandfather said.

“Ribs, chicken wings... beef..." Mollie said some food randomly before

ending the call.

She snorted, wishing to see how Mayor Cody would stop Sylvia later.

Mollie's grandfather was a righteous general. He hated it the most

when others were incompetent but gained important positions by using

connections. He trusted his granddaughter, so he detested Sylvia to the

core.

He wondered why Cody had invited such a woman to be the general

director.

After ending the call with his granddaughter, the old man called Cody.

"Hello, Cody. My granddaughter told me there was a new general

director. It's a young woman, right?"

"Yes, she's young but competent,” Cody replied with a smile. "What's

wrong?"

"The woman is indeed competent. She refused to let my granddaughter

sing a solo. As you know, she's sung songs in previous years. Since

childhood, she had learned to sing and dance. Why is she assigned to

a modern drama this year?"

Unconcealed unhappiness filled the voice of Mollie's grandfather.

Cody instantly understood why he was calling. It seemed Sylvia's

aggressive working style annoyed Mollie.

"Sylvia is indeed competent and professional. Please wait and see.

Mollie sang a song every year. I'm sure others are tired of it. She's now

acting in a modern drama, which is new. I'm sure it'll be excellent,”

Cody refused politely.

In anger, Mollie's grandfather hung up the phone instantly.

"How arrogant! You even don't respect your old boss. I'm so pissed off.”

The news that Cody had turned him down was spread among the

actors and actresses shortly after.

Those who wished to change the program became disappointed and

stopped trying.

If Mollie succeeded, they would use the same method. However, she

didn't.

Mollie was riled up and couldn't believe that Cody even disobeyed her

grandfather.

She wanted to quit the gala but was unwilling to let another person

replace her.

It would be an excellent opportunity to gain favors from the leaders.

Especially their performances would be marked after the gala ended,

and the actors and actresses would receive rewards, which were worth

mentioning in their personal CVs.

Gritting her teeth, Mollie had to learn how to perform in a modern

drama.

Since she failed, others had to be tolerant and dared not to contact

anyone to change Sylvia's mind.

A girl, who looked extremely quiet, would play the piano, which was her

special program.

Sylvia was sitting next to her on the bench. "You'll play Rhapsody of

Croatia, right, Jenna?"

"Yes, Director." Jenna Shepherd looked at her, her big, dewy eyes

looking innocent. Sylvia could tell she had just started working as she

looked timid.

"Can you play it for me now?" Sylvia asked.

"Uh?" Jenna had learned to play the piano since childhood. She was

confident playing, so she planned to practice a few times and returned

home.

It was too noisy in the hall, and she felt pretty uncomfortable.

Sylvia's request made her startle.

"Why? Can I listen to it for rehearsal?" Sylvia furrowed her brows

slightly.

She could tell the timidness in Jenna's eyes. A lovely smile blossomed

across Sylvia's face, which stunned Jenna.

Jenna gaped at her. "You are so pretty..."

She wondered if Sylvia was a celestial being from Heaven.

“Little girl, do you have any mental trauma? You look so timid." Sylvia

reached out her fingers and tabbed the piano key randomly.

“No, I don't." Jenna looked away. She wasn't a little girl. She had turned

20.

If her uncle hadn't requested her to join the gala, she wouldn't wish to

perform.

"Come on. Let me listen to your song." Sylvia raised her chin to prompt

her. "If you cannot play in my presence, do you have the confidence

and courage to play to all the audience off stage on National Day?"

Jenna bit her bottom lip. "I..."

As if she had made up her mind determinedly, she put her hands on the

piano and started playing.

Probably she was too nervous, and she missed several notes.

Sylvia stopped her, gazing at her solemnly. "Don't panic."

“You are quite professional, so you must pay attention to the details.

After your right hand finished playing, do this... Then the lingering

sound will be more pleasant.”

Sylvia played the piano to show her how to do it while explaining, "This

part needs to be more rhythmic.”

The melodious song sounded and caught everyone's attention,

including the dancers.

Sylvia was playing a part of the song.

Without noticing others’ reactions, she concentrated on instructing

Jenna. "This is a trill here. Make the lingering sound tense to express

the excitement.”

After finishing the demonstration, she said to Jenna, “Try it again.”

"You are even better than my uncle." Jenna looked excitedly at Sylvia

with a glint in her eyes. She loved playing the piano, so her uncle, Aldo

Carson, used to tutor her often.

"Keep up the good work." Sylvia beamed at her, not curious about her

uncle at all.

Others didn't return to their senses until their mentors reminded them.

In a trance, they felt like they had heard a song from the heavens.

When Sylvia left the city hall, it was dark outside.

She darted at the actors and actresses, who were returning home, and

could tell they were exhausted.

Without speaking to them, Sylvia reminded William about their dinner

and sat in her Land Rover, ready to go.

A black Bentley arrived and was pulled over next to her car.

Franklin came to pick her up.

Frowning slightly, Sylvia wondered how she should deal with him, and

her phone rang.

She heard Franklin's cold voice. "Get down. I'll give you a ride."

Sylvia frowned. "I can drive myself. I don't need it."

Her voice was emotionless.

Sylvia ended the phone and started the Land Rover, heading for Royal

Galaxy Restaurant.

Half an hour later, her car was parked in front of the restaurant

entrance.

So did William's car.

Sylvia smiled at him. "Let's go, William. The dinner is on me."

"Miss Andrews, you are so talented. Are you sure you won't dance

anymore?" William followed her, his tone full of regrets.

“I'm not interested,” Sylvia answered.

They entered the restaurant together.

Sitting in the Bentley, Franklin watched them enter in a blaze of anger.

He didn't expect to see another man with Sylvia again.