My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 665

Chapter 665

There was no doubt that Sisley was a cruel, ruthless woman.

She provoked Anthony into committing a crime so that he could be sent to prison, thus resulting in one less person fighting over the family inheritance. Who knew what other evil plans Sisley had in mind?

Ashlyn didn't want to care about the Chapmans at all. If it weren't for Bob, she'd have rounded up the entire family and thrown them into a foreign country.

Try as she might, she never could feel any closeness with them.

After settling into her seat where the panel of judges was seated, Ashlyn held her forehead as she felt a headache coming on.

There were five judges on the panel, all of whom were world-renowned master pianists with numerous accolades to their names.

Soon, the audience had filed in and packed the auditorium to capacity.

International competitions usually had seats set aside for the press, family, and friends. Thanks to that, Sisley and the rest of the Chapmans could sit in the dedicated area.

Unfortunately, they had only just taken their seats when the Warhol family waltzed in and sat beside them.

"Oh, my! What a coincidence!" Mabel exclaimed while turning to smile at Sisley.

"Indeed! Hera loves playing the piano, and so does Olivia. Hera signs up for the competition, and Olivia follows suit. Isn't that uncanny? It almost seems like your family's copying us!" Sisley replied sarcastically.

Mabel had long known what Sisley was like and tried her best to keep her anger in check. "In that case, all these other contestants who've learned piano and come for the competition must have followed in Ms Chapman's footsteps too! Wow, Ms. Chapman had better win the competition. Otherwise, she'd be letting down everyone who copied her!"

Sisley was so livid that she almost choked on her breath. In the end, she managed to force an awkward smile. "Oh, Hera is a very skilled pianist. She's not like those who lack a strong foundation because they've only picked it up recently."

"But if she's so good, why hasn't she reached her grandfather's level? Ah! Sorry! I accidentally blurted out the truth," Mabel exclaimed before covering her mouth apologetically.

Sisley had only wanted to show off and seek Mabel's attention, but alas, all she got was fury surging through her.

Too angry to speak, she turned her gaze to the judges' panel. I heard that Ryan Yates, the Piano Prince, is one of the judges. Now, that's exciting!

However, as soon as she did, her eyes almost popped out of her head.

She suddenly grabbed Mabel's hand and stammered, "A-Am I seeing things? I-Is that Madeline Saunders?"

"Yes, and she's very young. Olivia told me that Ms. Saunders was in charge of creating and producing Lake City's National Day Gala Night. Thanks to her, the gala was a resounding success." Since she was unaware of the relationship between the Chapmans and Ashlyn, Mabel happily continued, "What's even more shocking is that Madeline Saunders turned out to be one of the most popular influencers, Ashlyn Berry! Isn't that amazing? Who'd have thought of that?"

Sisley and Lydia stared at each other as they felt their faces burning up.

No one but the two women could hear the crisp, loud slaps on their faces.

The pain was intense, and they were in absolute agony.

Not only was Ashlyn one of the judges, but she was also Madeline Saunders.

It was all so unbelievable, and yet, it was the truth.

After all, they could see Ashlyn sitting at the seat for the judges' panel, looking confident but humble.

When they recalled the awful things they had said to Ashlyn earlier, Sisley and Lydia wanted nothing more than to have the ground open up and swallow them whole.

They had foolishly thought they could embarrass Ashlyn in front of the crowd, but in retrospect, they realized that everyone might have been laughing at them instead.

Soon, the other judges showed up one after another.

Ashlyn was still poring over the competition schedule when she noticed the chairs on either side of her getting pulled out.

A man and a woman took the seats at the same time.

On Ashlyn's left was Laylah Maag, a fifty-year-old famous pianist from Maredania. Despite her age, she was still full of energy, as evidenced by her red dress which exuded so much enthusiasm and passion. In fact, no one would be able to tell her age from just her appearance.

"Maddy, we meet again!" Laylah exclaimed as she gave Ashlyn a big hug.

They had met at a large-scale piano competition and quickly developed a mutual admiration for each other's work.

Knowing how passionate foreigners could be, Ashlyn promptly returned the hug.