After the Secret Wedding Rise of My Queen

Chapter 250 Radiant and Captivating the Crowd

Acting on her own could backfire, potentially drawing Kaleb's attention.

Eva quickly came up with a plan and leaned close to whisper something to Cindy.

"Didn't Isabel say once that she'd taken harp lessons too?"

Cindy, who had been suppressing her frustration, felt a spark of inspiration the moment she caught Eva's "offhand" comment.

"Isabel, I heard you know how to play the harp. Why not come down and perform something for us?"

Isabel can play the harp as well?

Kaleb hesitated for a couple of seconds before lifting his gaze to Isabel.

Why had she never brought this up before? When did she even learn to play? Was it possible that she'd picked it up during her time with the Zimmermans?

Even if that were true, her silence about it likely meant she only had a basic understanding-not enough to confidently perform in front of an audience.

Isabel's eyes drifted toward Eva and Cindy, a subtle smirk appearing on her face. She saw through their motives instantly.

It was clearly a setup designed to embarrass her.

At first, she had no interest in dealing with these two troublemakers. However, since they were so eager to provoke her, staying silent would feel like giving them too much credit.

"Fine. Since you're both so eager, I'll play," Isabel said, making her way down the stairs one step at a time.

Eva could hardly hide her delight, practically bursting with joy.

For so long, Isabel had overshadowed her at every turn, but now, the chance to watch her fail miserably was finally here!

How could she not feel thrilled?

Isabel approached the harp and took a seat, the crowd's attention fixed on her.

"Hah! All show, no substance!" Cindy scoffed, arms folded as she cast a disdainful glance in Isabel's direction.

To Cindy, this was nothing more than a performance. She couldn't imagine Isabel actually being skilled at playing the harp.

In her mind, Isabel was nothing but a worthless nobody—a fact that had fueled her disdain and made her a target of Cindy's bullying in the past.

useless could never deserve the title of

on the harp strings, a strand of dark hair falling gracefully over her shoulder. Sitting there in serene stillness, she resembled a living masterpiece, breathtakingly elegant. "Wow, Isabel is just so stunning. I can't take my eyes off her," a male

a goddess stepping down to the mortal world, enchanting and utterly mesmerizing. Eva glanced over and noticed Kaleb watching Isabel intently, his gaze unwavering. Regret surged through her-she

Isabel had no real talent for

amateurish performance.

Eva was basking in her smugness, a melody as if descending from the

same

But-

entirely different level. The sheer mastery of the performance created an

musical knowledge showed deep respect,

the power to draw people in, and Isabel's rendition of "The Butterfly Lovers" did just that. Her performance enveloped the audience, stirring emotions of both joy

moment, Eva's face

Isabel up for failure, had backfired spectacularly. She had been eagerly waiting for Isabel to embarrass herself, but now, it was Eva

Isabel would actually play the harp-and

stole a glance at Kaleb. This time, he was utterly mesmerized by Isabel, his gaze locked on

Sh*t!

was seething with

performance earlier, she had successfully grabbed Kaleb's attention, but now Isabel's

through the room, the lingering melody seemed to

took a few moments before Kaleb stirred, his steps slowly making their

over. In a desperate attempt to shift his attention, she suddenly clutched

"It hurts... "

focus, and with a reluctant sigh, he pulled his gaze away from Isabel and turned to

"What's wrong with you?"

pressed her lips together, her

"Maybe I'm just tired."

at Eva's stomach, his concern evident. "Then let me help you get some

Eva gave a small

Eva to the couch, helping her settle down. But after a few moments, his gaze inevitably drifted back to Isabel,

she

beautiful, Isabel thought

"I

great deal of money to attend this

reflecting on this, Cindy's

practicing this piece for years? How coincidental that this is the only one you know how to

Another provocation?

Only those with no talent would bark out such remarks. There was no need for her to