After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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?"Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"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.