After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 789

After finishing breakfast, Sylvia and her friends headed towards the venue for the composition competition. Mrs. Ritter watched them leave and disdainfully said, "We'll also go to the composition hall. I want to see how she handles this challenge today." She had a look of enjoying someone else's misfortune on her face.

Ashlyn spoke softly to Evelyn and their group behind them, "Since we have nothing else to do, why don't we go cheer on our colleague Jenna?" She sounded sweet.

But everyone knew that they were going there as a group just to watch Jenna make a fool of herself.

So they all marched towards the composition competition venue in grand fashion.

As soon as they entered, they saw Jenna standing in line preparing to go backstage. Today she was wearing a watermelon red dress that looked very summer-like.

Urgford was currently experiencing winter while Vienna was experiencing summer due to climate differences. So everyone dressed very lightly, especially the girls who were all decked out in their best outfits after seeing Jenna change into her watermelon red performance dress from her plain outfit at lunch earlier. Her face now had light makeup on which made her features more delicate and skin flawless. Evelyn leaned over Ashlyn's ear and whispered softly," Look at how she dresses up; what is she trying so hard for? Besides being able to deceive Master Brayden with this act, who else can she fool?" Ashlyn rolled her eyes," But men love this kind of slut! They like these seemingly pure and innocent bitches because it makes them feel manly when protecting them!"

She couldn't stand Jenna especially with that innocent-looking face of hers which irritated people just by looking at it.

The preliminary rounds started quickly with one contestant after another taking the stage playing their own compositions.

Composing music is something that requires originality along with certain levels of skill, so naturally there weren't many participants compared to piano or violin competitions where contestants lined up endlessly waiting for their turn onstage.

Here only about twenty or so contestants participated but most got eliminated since none of their compositions caught any judge's attention.

Ashlyn felt a sense of relief as she watched a few contestants get eliminated. "Looks like Jenna's fate will be the same as theirs, I feel sorry for her," she thought to herself.

Even though the competition had not yet started, Ashlyn was already convinced that Jenna would lose.

Mrs. Ritter watched the contestant playing on stage without expression. "It's okay, she's still young. After another two years of experience, who knows? She might win an award when she comes back to compete again."

She spoke as if Jenna was about to be eliminated and return home in disappointment.

However... it was soon Jenna's turn.

on her back and Mrs. Ritter furrowed her eyebrows at the sight

not know that

is she doing? Isn't her major piano? Why is

"Is this some kind of joke by Jenna? Shouldn't she play

wearing a beautiful watermelon red dress, looking like a fairy descending from heaven -

her fingers moved lightly across the almost transparent white skin on top of the bowstring - just like how an

into both audience members' ears and judges' ears alike; distant yet close enough to wrap around

while applause erupted like tidal waves throughout venue space making everyone stunned by what they had just witnessed. One judge spoke up in surprise, "This piece

specifically for this competition using my cello which makes

judge smiled slightly before handing over

since they encountered

among audience members wondering how could Jenna so easily advance when others were struggling

majors in piano be able

plagiarized? I've never heard of Jenna composing

and whispered, "I think the piece she played in

Mrs. Ritter glared coldly at Evelyn. If she had known Jenna could compose, she would not have let her participate in this competition and instead let her

either," Evelyn's voice was low and after speaking quickly lowered her head, afraid to look at Mrs.

diaper for a little baby,"Ah ah ah -

ago and

can't do it anymore... we don't lack that bit of money anyway. I'm going to find a nanny. Sierra, listen to my advice please, I'm afraid that one day I'll really go crazy and

but feel somewhat amused, she propped up herself sitting

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but letting her take care of babies, she really couldn't do

now started getting hungry again, started wriggling around, humming away under his

pushing him into her own arms,

diapers for children, and some

preparing to run for president in the next election." As soon as Isabelle sat down, she spoke up, "My father's term is about end. I

a pack of diapers and placed it by Sierra's bed, making it easily accessible for her

replied with a serious expression. "But my opponents are all very strong. Harold, Declan Clarke, and several factions have their own candidates they want to push for the presidency. But presidential elections are always brutal every year.