After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

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