Chapter 134

In the studio hall of the city government, all actors and actresses

enjoyed Royal Galaxy's bubble tea and snacks. The rehearsal felt like a

comfortable trip.

Their dissatisfaction with Sylvia gave way to curiosity about why Royal

Galaxy Restaurant, which never delivered any take-out, made an

exception to Sylvia, about why she generously bought everyone food

and drink, and about how much Logan spoiled her.

And they all admitted her talent and ability.

Under Sylvia's guidance, Jenna made such great progress in piano that

laymen could feel the music turned melodic.

When others just regarded Sylvia as a piano teacher, she was invited

by William to study choreography and dance together to make sure the

dance steps and rhythms were suitable.

Their skilled and professional dance steps greatly surprised others,

especially those actors and actresses.

William's exclamations sounded occasionally. "Wow, perfect. Your

dance is perfect.”

“It's what I want to express."

All were amazed by Sylvia.

When mentors of the play studied the script and the expressions of the

characters with her, she put forward the most constructive suggestions.

One mentor said, "Master Keturah wrote all the scripts. You guys must

do your best.”

Mollie was shocked. "What? Master Keturah?"

"Keturah is an accomplished litterateur, more precisely, a genius. Miss

Andrews is close to Master Keturah and invites her to write the scripts.

Obviously, Miss Andrews is also talented.”

The mentor drank some water and added, "Put aside your

dissatisfaction and jealousy. She is young and really talented.”

"Have you ever heard the song sung by a mysterious lady at Royal

Galaxy that night?" Another mentor in charge of singing said, "You

should listen carefully to Miss Andrews’ voice. Then you will find out

Miss Andrews is the lady that night"

These mentors were professional enough to figure out they were the

same person after listening to Sylvia's voice.

"Are you kidding? You mean they are the same person?" Mollie was

startled.

She regarded herself as a professional dancer and singer after

decades of learning.

She could tell that the mysterious lady that night handled echoes,

falsetto, and high notes perfectly.

Thus, some record companies went to Royal Galaxy, eager to know

more about that lady.

Everyone could hum the old songs, but only professional singers like

the lady at Royal Galaxy could sing them perfectly.

Mollie, though proud of her own professional skills, clearly knew that

she couldn't sing the song as perfectly as that lady at Royal Galaxy did.

"Mollie, are you deaf as a singer?" a mentor teased her.

Mollie's face glowed with embarrassment.

In the past, Mollie always behaved haughtily in front of these mentors.

Now, she could do nothing when they mocked her with the support of

Sylvia.

With eyes drifting to Sylvia, Mollie wondered if she was really the lady

that night.

In the Booker Residence, Mrs. Booker's mind was in a mess.

In the Wilson Group Tulip Town, she was touched by the miserable

story of a college student and gave him 500,000 dollars.

But yesterday at the mall, she accidentally found that the college

student she donated money to was walking around the luxury store with

a girl and they were dressed in matching clothes.

Mrs. Booker was never short of money as her husband, was not only

an agent of many sanitary product brands but also a sanitary

manufacturer.

In other words, the Booker family was wealthy with its thriving business

empire, though inferior to Wilson Group and Kennedy Firm.

500,000 dollars was just equivalent to one of her bracelets.

That college student had told Mrs. Booker that he, a poor child from a

remote mountain village, tried hard to get admitted into the university

but couldn't afford college tuition after his parents got seriously ill and

his sister fell from the slop and broke her leg.

At that time, she trusted him and decided to help him.

Realizing that she was taken in by his fabricated sad story, Mrs. Booker

turned sullen.

She couldn't tolerate being deceived.

Her husband noticed her emotional changes and asked, "What's wrong

with you? You look relentless.”

Mrs. Booker kept silent, reluctant to tell him the truth. If her husband

knew the truth, she was very likely to be reproached by him.

Though her husband was nice to her, she was just a submissive wife

and was given enough money to keep her image in front of other

wealthy ladies.

He gave her everything and had a final say in the family.

"Do you hear me? Why keep silent?" Duncan Booker lit a cigarette.

“You should go out with Mrs. Wilson frequently. We can make a fortune

if Wilson Group buys our bathroom sets for the hotel it owns."

"How much can we earn?" she asked.

Duncan crossed his legs. “The hotel is said to have 58 floors, with thirty

rooms on each floor. If we put our bathroom sets in every room, we

could make at least five million dollars from this deal.”

Mrs. Booker lost her word and pondered that she had donated over 5

billion dollars to help poor young talents since she joined in Wilson

philanthropic foundation the year before last.

Wilson Group hosted at least seven auctions and charity dinners each

year, which cost her a lot of money.

Mrs. Booker turned frightened at the thought that all this was just a

fraud.

"So surprised? You look weird.” Duncan shot her a glance.

"Nothing. Don't you think it is impossible to get money from Wilson

Group? Though we make a contract, they will give the lowest offer

price," she said uneasily, tucking a wisp of her loosened hair behind her

ear, and felt something wrong with Wilson Group.