LittleNovelChapter 160 Justine was unhappy. She furrowed her brows, stood up, and said, "Can you please speak plainly, Ms. Clark?" It was obvious that they wanted to support Tiffany. Wasn't it due to Lucas that Tiffany becthe star? In reality, what did a mistress amount to? Jessica didn't expect Justine to be so blunt and unyielding. For a moment, she was somewhat displeased.
Mason took a bite of his apple and laughed. "Ms. Reed, what's the point of all this? Tiffany liked that ring, and you wanted it too. Tiffany wants to play the piano, and suddenly you want to do the same?" In his eyes, Evelyn must have heard that Tiffany was going to play the piano and had deliberately chosen the sto compete, trying her best to go against Tiffany.
Trying to copy Tiffany to steal the spotlight? She sure was trying hard to get Lucas' attention.
Flynn furrowed his brows as well. He thought Evelyn was in over her head. "Do you know Ms. Moore's skill level? She already got her level ten certificate last year and even won awards in competitions. She's not samateur playing a nursery rhyme." If she had any sense, she should avoid going head-to-head with her.
At that moment, even Lucas glanced over, mild and indifferent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEvelyn couldn't tell what that look meant.
He was calm and dignified, as if he were just an outsider. However, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes. It was a mocking look from her own husband.
Evelyn pressed her lips together.
Justine folded her arms and sneered. "So, only she can be level ten? No one else? Evie reached level ten at 12 years old. She's a natural. How narrow is your worldview?" The moment she said this, Tiffany chuckled. She wasn't flustered in the slightest. Instead, she casually looked Evelyn over.
Evelyn reached level ten at 12? Why had she never heard of it then? If Evelyn were really that good, why had she never shown it? Was it because she didn't want to, or was it because she never had the skill in the first place? It wasn't just Tiffany reacting that way. Mason and Flynn both shook their heads with amused smiles.
Only Lucas gave no opinion. He merely looked at Evelyn with a thoughtful gaze. There was no trace of disbelief in him, making his thoughts unreadable.
The other person who didn't laugh was Blake. He looked at Evelyn. Then, he lowered his gaze and silently toyed with his phone. The others might not know, but he did.
Evelyn had indeed received her certificate at 12. There was no exaggeration at all. Her intelligence and talent had once left even him in awe.
As the center of attention, Evelyn remained composed from beginning to end. "Since there's a clash, then who do you all choose? And on what basis or criteria is the performer selected?" She asked the key question without beating around the bush.
Everyone present was sharp. They'd want to choose Tiffany to butter up to Lucas. They all knew it well.
However, if they admitted it openly, it would be a loss of dignity.
This entire scene was clearly visible to the man in the private box on the second floor. He gently rubbed his wine glass, his beautiful eyes thoughtfully observing Evelyn.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBeside him, Brandon took a drag of his cigarette and said, "That's the woman I told you about last time. She's full of tricks. Interesting, right? She clearly knows about Tiffany and Lucas' relationship, yet she pretends not to and asks her question anyway. She's really something."
Harry Miller's gaze fell on Evelyn's swan-like neck, her profile calm. Even in a situation like this, she showed neither inferiority nor fear. He put down his wine glass, asking instead, "Do the rules say the opportunity must go to someone in particular?" Brandon was stunned speechless.
Downstairs, Blake could see that things were about to get out of hand.
He stood up and looked at Evelyn with a complicated expression. In the end, he made the final call.
"Ms. Moore made the highest contribution tonight. She should be the one to perform."
Evelyn looked at him. To say she wasn't disappointed would be a lie. After all, Blake had once been the person closest to her. Yet now, just like Lucas, he stood on the side of the mistress who had wrecked her marriage.
During the stalemate, Tiffany stood up calmly and mentioned gracefully, "I'm sorry, I forget to say something... I've decided, at the last minute, to invite Lucas to joinin a piano duet."
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