Bellaâs pretty face was covered in makeup to match her costume. She spun around slowly to look back
at the audience, moving her slender waist gracefully. Her alluring cat eyes pierced through the
audienceâs heart.
Bella danced and sang beautifully, captivating everyone at the party.
Justin stared at her blankly. He felt like they were worlds apart. He would have to transcend time and
space, love and hate, to meet that beautiful lady on stage in this lifetime.
Bellaâs every smile and every frown made his world stop spinning.
âAnna⦠Is that really Anna?!â
Nigel was so excited that he gripped the armrest and sat up in shock. âYes! Thatâs Anna! Look at her
little nose and little mouth⦠Thatâs my dearest Anna!â
âLittle nose and little mouthâ¦â Justin suddenly fell back into his chair. His eyes were in a trance, and he
felt a throbbing pain in his temples.
âJustin? Whatâs wrong? You donât look so good.â Ryan noticed something was wrong with Justin and
asked with concern.
âIâm fineâ¦â Justin rubbed his temples as his mind traveled back in time.
Why did he feel like he had heard Annaâs name before? It seemed that he and Anna had met a long
time ago.
Nigel asked for a performance of âO mio babbino caroâ.
In the past, Bella often brought her own costumes to visit Nigel. She would put on the costumes and
show off her vocal skills by singing a short aria to entertain him.
Bella still remembered how Nigel teared up when he heard her singing opera for the first time. He was
caught up in the beautiful memories of his late wife and unknowingly burst into tears, crying like a child.
Back then, Nigelâs wife, Deborah, was a famous prima donna, and Nigel was her avid fan. He loved
Deborah deeply and insisted on marrying her, regardless of the opposition from his family. In the end,
Nigel and Deborah finally got married, creating a legendary love story.
Bella envied Nigel and Deborahâs relationship. That was the kind of love that she wished to have.
However, it was not until Justin forced her to sign the divorce papers that Bella finally understood that
her love was destined to end in tragedy the moment she fell in love with this
man 13 years ago.
Everyone paid close attention to the stage and stopped chatting to enjoy the performance.
âI just heard someone say that the performer is Mr. Salvadorâs ex-wife! That lady is truly multi -talented.
In this day and age where pop culture is rampant, not many girls appreciate classical art as much as
she does!â
âTsk! Stop calling her Mr. Salvadorâs ex-wife. Sheâs now Mr. Thompsonâs girlfriend!â
âWho knows if Mr. Salvador and Ms. Brown will get back together again? Didnât you see the way Mr.
Salvador looked at her longingly? Itâs clear that he hasnât gotten over her yet!â
âHow can one get over such a beautiful and talented woman? Even Old Master Nigel likes her. Sheâs
certainly a million times better than the other lady who bought the replica!â
Rosalind could hear the faint gossip around her and felt so resentful that she left the table angrily.
She found a hidden corner and stood there sulking, brewing a sinister plan.
Shannon urged Rosalind to attack Anna as soon as possible, but she was not so stupid as to let
Shannon use her as a weapon. If Rosalind was discovered, she would lose everything.
Therefore, Rosalind must find someone to take the risk.
No one was a more suitable candidate than Bethany Salvador, the fool.
Thus, Rosalind sent a message to Bethany.
Not long after, Bethany walked over angrily, carrying her bulky dress.
âHmph! That bitch, Anna! I didnât expect her to be able to sing like that. How could she steal the
limelight again?!â
âDonât be mad, Bethany. So what if she can sing? Only a lowly person would be a performer. Even if
she marries into a wealthy family, she wonât be able to change her lowborn roots. She can only stand
on the stage to entertain elites like us.â
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Rosalind was rendered speechless earlier because of what Anna said in front of everyone. Now that
she was alone with Bethany, she could comfort herself by slandering Anna.
âRose, youâre right! Only lowly women perform on stage for the amusement of elites like us. She thinks
sheâs so talented, but in fact, sheâs just embarrassing herself!â
âBethany, do you want to get back at Anna for the way she treated us and vent your anger?â Rosalind
asked in a low voice.
âOf course! I really want to rip off her head and kick it around like a ball. Iâll break her neck and drain
her blood!â Bethany gritted her teeth with hatred.
âI have a way, but Iâm afraid I canât do it alone. Iâll need your help.â Rosalind grabbed Bethanyâs arm
and spoke sinisterly.