After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 130

"Grandpa, I've been practicing the drama for a long time. My face is stiffnow."

“You're a close friend to Mayor Cody. He'll definitely agree.”

"Please, Grandpa..."

“It's a trifle. Why do you insist on asking me for help? All right. I'll callhim," the old man's voice sounded.

Mollie wore a triumphant smile. "Thank you, Grandpa.”

"Enough. What do you want for dinner? I'll let the kitchen prepare foryou," her grandfather said.

“Ribs, chicken wings... beef..." Mollie said some food randomly beforeending the call.

She snorted, wishing to see how Mayor Cody would stop Sylvia later.Mollie's grandfather was a righteous general. He hated it the mostwhen others were incompetent but gained important positions by usingconnections. He trusted his granddaughter, so he detested Sylvia to thecore.

He wondered why Cody had invited such a woman to be the generaldirector.

After ending the call with his granddaughter, the old man called Cody."Hello, Cody. My granddaughter told me there was a new generaldirector. It's a young woman, right?"

"Yes, she's young but competent,” Cody replied with a smile. "What'swrong?"

"The woman is indeed competent. She refused to let my granddaughtersing a solo. As you know, she's sung songs in previous years. Sincechildhood, she had learned to sing and dance. Why is she assigned toa modern drama this year?"

Unconcealed unhappiness filled the voice of Mollie's grandfather.Cody instantly understood why he was calling. It seemed Sylvia'saggressive working style annoyed Mollie.

"Sylvia is indeed competent and professional. Please wait and see.Mollie sang a song every year. I'm sure others are tired of it. She's nowacting in a modern drama, which is new. I'm sure it'll be excellent,”Cody refused politely.

In anger, Mollie's grandfather hung up the phone instantly.

"How arrogant! You even don't respect your old boss. I'm so pissed off.”The news that Cody had turned him down was spread among theactors and actresses shortly after.

Those who wished to change the program became disappointed andstopped trying.

If Mollie succeeded, they would use the same method. However, shedidn't.

Mollie was riled up and couldn't believe that Cody even disobeyed hergrandfather.

She wanted to quit the gala but was unwilling to let another personreplace her.

It would be an excellent opportunity to gain favors from the leaders.Especially their performances would be marked after the gala ended,and the actors and actresses would receive rewards, which were worthmentioning in their personal CVs.

Gritting her teeth, Mollie had to learn how to perform in a moderndrama.

Since she failed, others had to be tolerant and dared not to contactanyone to change Sylvia's mind.

A girl, who looked extremely quiet, would play the piano, which was herspecial program.

Sylvia was sitting next to her on the bench. "You'll play Rhapsody ofCroatia, right, Jenna?"

"Yes, Director." Jenna Shepherd looked at her, her big, dewy eyeslooking innocent. Sylvia could tell she had just started working as shelooked timid.

"Can you play it for me now?" Sylvia asked.

"Uh?" Jenna had learned to play the piano since childhood. She wasconfident playing, so she planned to practice a few times and returnedhome.

It was too noisy in the hall, and she felt pretty uncomfortable.

Sylvia's request made her startle.

"Why? Can I listen to it for rehearsal?" Sylvia furrowed her browsslightly.

She could tell the timidness in Jenna's eyes. A lovely smile blossomedacross Sylvia's face, which stunned Jenna.

Jenna gaped at her. "You are so pretty..."

She wondered if Sylvia was a celestial being from Heaven.

“Little girl, do you have any mental trauma? You look so timid." Sylviareached out her fingers and tabbed the piano key randomly.

“No, I don't." Jenna looked away. She wasn't a little girl. She had turned20.

If her uncle hadn't requested her to join the gala, she wouldn't wish toperform.

"Come on. Let me listen to your song." Sylvia raised her chin to prompther. "If you cannot play in my presence, do you have the confidenceand courage to play to all the audience off stage on National Day?"Jenna bit her bottom lip. "I..."

As if she had made up her mind determinedly, she put her hands on thepiano and started playing.

Probably she was too nervous, and she missed several notes.

Sylvia stopped her, gazing at her solemnly. "Don't panic."

“You are quite professional, so you must pay attention to the details.After your right hand finished playing, do this... Then the lingeringsound will be more pleasant.”

Sylvia played the piano to show her how to do it while explaining, "Thispart needs to be more rhythmic.”

The melodious song sounded and caught everyone's attention,including the dancers.

Sylvia was playing a part of the song.

Without noticing others’ reactions, she concentrated on instructingJenna. "This is a trill here. Make the lingering sound tense to expressthe excitement.”

After finishing the demonstration, she said to Jenna, “Try it again.”"You are even better than my uncle." Jenna looked excitedly at Sylviawith a glint in her eyes. She loved playing the piano, so her uncle, AldoCarson, used to tutor her often.

"Keep up the good work." Sylvia beamed at her, not curious about heruncle at all.

Others didn't return to their senses until their mentors reminded them.In a trance, they felt like they had heard a song from the heavens.When Sylvia left the city hall, it was dark outside.

She darted at the actors and actresses, who were returning home, andcould tell they were exhausted.

Without speaking to them, Sylvia reminded William about their dinnerand sat in her Land Rover, ready to go.

A black Bentley arrived and was pulled over next to her car.

Franklin came to pick her up.

Frowning slightly, Sylvia wondered how she should deal with him, andher phone rang.

She heard Franklin's cold voice. "Get down. I'll give you a ride."

Sylvia frowned. "I can drive myself. I don't need it."

Her voice was emotionless.

Sylvia ended the phone and started the Land Rover, heading for RoyalGalaxy Restaurant.

Half an hour later, her car was parked in front of the restaurantentrance.

So did William's car.

Sylvia smiled at him. "Let's go, William. The dinner is on me."

"Miss Andrews, you are so talented. Are you sure you won't danceanymore?" William followed her, his tone full of regrets.

“I'm not interested,” Sylvia answered.

They entered the restaurant together.

Sitting in the Bentley, Franklin watched them enter in a blaze of anger.He didn't expect to see another man with Sylvia again.