My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 666

Chapter 666

All of a sudden, a sonorous voice rang out. "Maddy?"

Stunned, Ashlyn let go of Laylah and looked to her right.

To her surprise, she saw a handsome man staring at her with a sharp, probing gaze.

He had attractive eyes, a straight nose, and blue streaks in his hair which were particularly eye-catching and fashionable.

The one thing that stood out the most, though, was the diamond stud on his left ear that sparkled brightly.

Ashlyn couldn't help but cock an eyebrow. Wow. Who knew there'd be such a stylish pianist?

Before she could say anything, the man smiled and extended his hand. "Hi. I'm Ryan Yates."

"I'm Ashlyn Berry," Ashlyn replied as she shook his hand. Their wrists were equally slender and pale, yet they looked so beautiful under the illumination of the light.

After the brief handshake, both of them withdrew their hands almost immediately.

Shocked, Ryan didn't know why his heart had skipped a beat earlier before it started hammering away in his chest.

He could feel the excitement surging up through him.

How is her skin tone just like mine?

Everyone in the Yates family had always had porcelain white skin, but this was the first time Ryan had met a woman as pale as he was.

Well, well, well. I must say Ashlyn Berry sounds even more intriguing than Madeline Saunders!

Ryan had, on several occasions, pictured how his first meetings with Ashlyn might go, but never once did he imagine it to be like now.

He almost thought he had merely met a woman with the same name.

According to what Ryan had heard from Mary and Penelope, Ashlyn was the epitome of evil. Not only did she bully them incessantly, but she was also capable of committing acts of unspeakable depravity. Despite that, they claimed that they continued to treat her with love and respect.

However, the woman in front of Ryan looked nothing like the monster Mary and Penelope had described. Instead, she was as pretty as a doll, with sparkling almond-shaped eyes and a calm, steady gaze. Before long, the host had stepped onto the center of the stage.

It was common practice for big competitions to be recorded and streamed, going so far as to partner with various broadcasting platforms to get the content out. Because of that, the host had no time to waste. After formally introducing the judges and making his opening speech, he started the competition without further ado.

Olivia would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. She had seemed calm in front of Mabel the day before, but that was all just an act.

However, as more contestants got to perform their pieces, Olivia gradually relaxed.

After all, she had heard a lot of flaws in their playing.

It might have been thanks to the recent intensive training, but Olivia could now more or less make out each contestant's piano skill level.

More importantly, Olivia knew she had to deliver a perfect performance. The Frasers had shown up to support her, and knowing that Kate and Lochlan were watching and cheering her on, Olivia couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

The contestants took to the stage to perform one after another.

Coincidentally, Hera and Olivia found themselves lined up together.

Soon, it was Hera's turn, and she walked onto the stage confidently in a pretty pink dress.

Once she sat down at the piano, her fingers glided gracefully on the black and white keys as she started playing her song.

Melodious music instantly resonated through the theater.

Olivia listened intently backstage, her face getting paler with every second.

What? How could Hera have improved so much? Didn't we use to be on the same level? H-How is this possible?

Just as her imagination continued to run wild, Hera returned backstage with a pass to advance to the next round.

Olivia took a deep breath to calm her nerves and stepped onto the stage.

"Warm greetings to the honorable judges. The song I'll be performing is First Crush," she announced before taking a bow.

When Olivia raised her head, the lady sitting in the front row caught her attention.

Despite looking elegant and refined in her white dress, the lady's face was void of expression, making it impossible to read her. Nevertheless, Olivia felt a chill run down her spine.