Chapter 179

Mark looked up at Sylvia, his eyes lighting up. He immediately rushed

to her after tossing away the potato chip bag. "Boss, those gifts are

from the Gibson family.”

"The Gibson family?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

Her charm took Mark's breath away.

"Exactly. Boss, you've saved their lady, so the old Mr. Gibson is grateful

for you. He sent the piles of gifts and gave every one of us a cash

award," Vaild echoed, sitting with his legs crossed.

"Cash award?" Sylvia was amused.

“Right. His men thanked us again and again." Vaild munched the potato

chips happily.

"All right. Keep it. Thank you all for your hard work last night.” Sylvia

nodded in agreement. "The gala will start at seven tonight. Remember

to go to the city hall with your teammates. Here are the tickets for you.”

Sylvia pulled out dozens of tickets and put them on the coffee table.

"How generous! That's a lot," Mark praised in amazement.

“I'm the general director of the gala. Just a piece of cake." Sylvia

arched her eyebrow and turned away. "See you later. Remember to

dress up. You can't disgrace me. Understand?"

“No worries, Boss. We will." Mark and Valid put on flattering smiles,

walking her out of the villa.

They didn't return to the house until watching Sylvia's Land Rover

vanish.

Then they exchanged glances and yelled, "Oops! We forgot

something.”

"We forgot to report the Andrews Construction's matter to her."

"Let's inform her later.”

“Tomorrow will be better. The National Day Gala won't end until

midnight.”

"All right.”

Therefore, the twins continued to watch TV while having snacks.

When Sylvia arrived at the studio hall, all actors and actresses were

practicing.

After glancing around, she didn't see Mollie.

Sylvia kept calm, pressing her lips together.

When others saw her, they greeted her.

Sylvia nodded at them in response. Then she said to William and the

other three mentors, "Sorry, but Mollie might not join the show tonight.

Something must have happened to her family. I can't get in touch with

her."

“You can't get in touch with her?" William asked in surprise.

“No, I can't," Sylvia replied, “I lost in touch with her since last night. Her

modern drama will be canceled. Let's figure out a replacement

program.”

"Miss Andrews, why don't we find a famous idol to replace her drama.”

Sylvia's words brought a trace of excitement in Rosie's eyes, which

flashed and vanished too fast.

However, Sylvia captured it.

Casting down her eyes, she refused anxiously, "No way! None of them

joined our rehearsal. I wonder if he or she can perform well. If our gala

failed, I wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.”

Rosie wore a red dress today, feeling more complacent when seeing

the anxiety on her face. She patted Sylvia's shoulder and said, slightly

sounding gloating, "Miss Andrews, please don't worry. Probably Mollie

will arrive later. After all, her drama is an important program in the

gala."

“I'll discuss it with the mentors," Sylvia said. Then she told others,

"Keep up with your good work. The gala will start at seven sharp. Let's

present them with the best show. All right?"

"Yes, Miss Andrews," all people answered loudly.

Then Sylvia led the mentors backstage.

The backstage was quiet, with only props and costumes.

No one else was there.

Sylvia's ever-so-calm face was covered by anxiety. “Do you have any

good idea, William? The gala will start soon, but an actress is missing.”

"Let me see, Miss Andrews. Please don't worry." William started

thinking hard.

The other mentors consoled Sylvia, "If there's no replacement, we can

dance or sing. Let's make the gala successful.”

“The modern drama is pretty meaningful and mocks some current

social phenomena. What should we do now?" Sylvia asked in

depression. "How can I rest assured? It's the effort of all of us in the

past few weeks."

She panicked and looked helpless. Occasionally, her gaze swept

around the box of props nearby.

She captured a trembling corner of a dress. It was red.

A ghost of a smile touched her lips.

“Eavesdropping on us, huh?"

Therefore, Sylvia acted more seriously. “Forget it. If there's no other

choice, I'll perform. I can play the piano.”

"Miss Andrews, if you'll perform, what about other actors and actresses

of this modern drama? I'm afraid they'll be unhappy,” William reminded

her.

"What else can I do?" Sylvia seemed more anxious. "Nothing works.

Will our gala be ruined then?"

The corner of the red dress trembled slightly and then disappeared.

Sylvia snorted. After changing her expression, she said to the mentors

calmly, "Thanks for your cooperation earlier."

"What?"

"Pardon me?"

"Miss Andrews, are you all right? What do you mean by our

cooperation?”

"We have a spy in the actresses. I was acting earlier. Mollie will

definitely arrive on time. Please don't worry.” Sylvia added in anger,

"Someone wants to ruin our gala, and I will never make his wish come

true."

"Are you serious, Miss Andrews? How could it be possible?" William

was shocked and asked.

"Yes. Please keep it secret for the time being. Pretend that Mollie will

be absent.” With those words, Sylvia left backstage with the mentors.

“Want to ruin my effort? You wish!"

Ten minutes to seven in the evening.

The audience followed the staff members to enter the hall.

The front two rows had high-end round tables on which desserts and

dishes were served.

Besides that, each seat was appointed to a person whose name was

written on a name card. All the guests were bigwigs in Larro.

Mayor Cody was sitting at the center table next to other senior

government officials.

The elites of the Larro government sat at the tables on either side of the

middle one.

All the senior officials were assigned to sit in the first row.

Business tycoons and bigwigs from the art and entertainment industries

were assigned to sit in the second row.

Behind the second row were two rows of empty seats instead of round

tables. After that, chairs were placed like those in an amphitheater.

The empty seats were reserved for the actors and actresses who had

completed their performances.

Right then, the stage was empty.

Almost all of the audience had arrived, and so did Vaild, Mark, and their

teammates. Sylvia gave them tickets to sit in the center, which was

supposed to be with the best views.

Representing Longevity Pharmaceuticals, Logan sat at a round table in

the second row.

Paul and Romeo sat next to him. Coincidentally, Clark was at the same

table.