After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 182

After performing the dance, Rosie confidently walked off the stage andwent straight backstage.

"Miss Andrews, have you reached Mollie?" After scanning around andreplaceing that Mollie was not there, she pretended to look concerned andcame to Sylvia.

"Mollie is so unreliable. Now I regretted choosing her to play themodern drama.” Sylvia took off her headset, and anxiously glanced atRosie, her voice was tinged with annoyance.

"I don't know what's going on with her. She should have told me earlierif she doesn't want to act. Why did she choose to stand everyone upnow?"

Sylvia got annoyed at the mention of her; a barrage of disgruntlementat Mollie just came out.

"Miss Andrews, don't get too angry. I could go to her residence to askher back," Rosie gazed at Sylvia and said, gloating.

“There is no need to bother you. It's my fault to not know what Mollie isup to." Sylvia shook her head. "One of the mentors has gone to her; ifshe really can't come, we have to replace someone else to fill in."

Rosie repressed her happiness secretly.

Sylvia got down to her own business while Rosie began to send aFacebook message to Winter, "Sylvia thinks Mollie quitted herself; itseems that the Gibson family is secretly looking for Mollie and othersdon't know about it."

"Got it. Be careful.” Winter quickly replied to her.

Winter then reported Sylvia's situation to Clark in the president's officeof the Wilson Group.

Clark slightly squinted his eyes, his feminine face betraying noemotions.

"If the Gibson family is looking for her secretly, why haven't those crapscontacted you again for the money?"

“I paid enough cash in one go, and I guess they are afraid of beingfound by the police, so all their cell phones are not in service." Wintersaid cautiously, "I could not contact them now either."

"What craps!" Clark said coldly.

“Find them! Find those craps and get rid of them forever!"

"Yes!" Winter's heart trembled and she hurriedly left.

She knew well about what Clark meant.

She took a deep breath and began to order others to search for thekidnappers.

But they did not know that Mollie had returned to Gibson Residencesafely.

Everything was at the command of Sylvia.

Every show was extremely good as those extras made progress byleaps and bounds after more than a month of training.

Several dance shows were particularly wonderful.

The beauty and flexibility of folk dance, the energy, and vibrancy ofmodern dance, as well as the elegance and glamour of ballroom dancewere all rendered flawlessly.

The national standard dance was also elegant and charming.

The other singing and talk shows also had their own merits.

In particular, many viewers were now aware that the scripts of the talkshows were written by Master Keturah.

Who was Master Keturah? She was one heck of a big shot!

She painted with her left hand, played the piano with her right hand,and was even a best-selling author.

Since Master Keturah wrote a novel three years ago, her fans had beenlonging for her new works but there were none.

At that time that novel caused quite a sensation, remaining the bestseller for over a year.

Even now, the sales were still very impressive, and the publisher keptprinting more and more.

Master Keturah personally wrote the scripts for the modern drama andthe talk show!

It was top-notch.

But it was the truth that with good scripts, the actors acted properly.Their action and expression were remarkably vivid.

The combination of actors and scripts worked like a charm.

Franklin sat down at the round table, not caring at all about the show.He just wanted to see her woman.

He waited patiently, but Sylvia did not appear.

"When is Sylvia's turn?" He was a little annoyed.

"Mr. Maskelyne, Miss Andrews is the general director and she will notplay a role in the show." Jasper swallowed and hurried to look at theprogram, examining it two or three times before answering.

Franklin's handsome face suddenly froze.

Several other bigwigs at the same table as him instantly got a chilldown their spine. “What's wrong with Mr. Maskelyne?'

The tensions suddenly grew.

And at this time backstage, Jenna held the piano and stood there with apale face, her big beautiful eyes filled with fear.

Even the perfect makeup couldn't hide her fear at the moment.

Her hands were trembling.

The next one that was going to perform was her.

She didn't think she could do it! There were so many people on thestage.

She was so scared and uncomfortable.

She felt like she could barely breathe.

"Jenna, you can do it; you can definitely break down the walls." Aside,Aldo constantly cheered her up, and his big palm took her small hand."I believe in you. You've grown up, and you're not afraid of that.""Jenna, you can perform perfectly.”

"Just play the piano as if you are practicing.”

"Don't look at viewers down there; just keep your head down and focuson the performance.”

But it didn't work at all.

"Aldo, I'm afraid." Jenna cried. The more he said, the moreuncomfortable she was. Her mind went blank, her pitiful eyes fixed onhim.

Just then, Sylvia walked over.

Looking at Jenna, she raised her eyebrows.

"There's no reason to be afraid."

"Miss Andrews!" Jenna suddenly let go of Aldo's hand and grabbed thehem of Sylvia's clothes instead.

It was as if Sylvia was her lifesaver at this time.

"Jenna, you've practiced hard for a long time for this gala, so youcannot flinch at this crucial point, you understand?" Sylvia gently heldJenna's cold hand, "Your uncle cares about you, and he really wants tosee you break down the walls you keep up and live a pleasant life.""Jenna, I believe in you."

“No, no." Jenna shook her head desperately.

She didn't know what to do; she was so stiff that she couldn't even playa note.

How could she get on stage to perform like this?

Her hands began to go numb.

Jenna's state made Aldo heartbroken and regretful. He knew Jennacouldn't face up to too many people.

She was so scared because he insisted that she should perform at thegala.

She made a lot of effort to change a lot and communicate with peoplebriefly.

He was afraid that all her efforts would go down the drain and shewould withdraw into herself more.