Chapter 59 The Great Artist They Were Talking About Was Her Mother!

When Zelena glanced over, she noticed Violeta walking alongside Kaylee..

Zelena’s eyes fell on Violeta, and a hint of resentment flashed in her gaze.

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Every afternoon after their final class, Violeta would accompany Kaylee to the cafeteria for dinner before heading home.

As they exited the cafeteria, they would pass by the small court on the west side, where Nolan would always be playing basketball. At a seemingly casual moment, Nolan would pause to take a drink and glance towards the two figures in the distance.

The west court was the route they had to take to return to their dormitories after leaving the cafeteria.

Zelena turned to look at Nolan and noticed that his gaze was still fixed in that direction. A sense of dissatisfaction welled up in her heart, and she called out, “Nolan!”

Nolan shifted his gaze away and looked at her. “Is there something else you need?”

Zelena clenched her teeth..

When Nolan looked at Violeta just now, his gaze was softer, but when he looked at her, it was filled with unfamiliarity and indifference.

What was happening?v

Why did that woman always seem to obstruct her?

Zelena was furious inside, but she couldn’t show it on her face to Nolan.

However, there was no point in staying any longer.

“Well then, I’ll leave now, Nolan.”

“Okay.”

Nolan put down his water and continued playing on the court without looking back.

Zelena stood in place, watching Nolan’s retreating figure, and quietly clenched her fists under her sleeves.

At this moment, a ball suddenly flew out of the court and headed straight towards Violeta with incredible speed.

Kaylee happened to be tying her shoelaces as Violeta stood waiting beside her. The ball came at them from the side at lightning speed.

“Watch out!”

Violeta heard the sound of the wind and instinctively turned her head slightly. The basketball grazed her ear and flew past, causing her hair to flutter.

When Zelena saw this, she thought fiercely in her heart. ‘Why didn’t it hit her? She’s so lucky!

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Chapter 59 The Great Artist They Were Talking About Was Her Mother!

the ground. After that, Violeta kicked

sorry, could you throw the ball back

on the court sounded apologetic and playful. So, Violeta turned around with the

in her hands.

on the court and looked at her

at the basketball in Violeta’s hands. She shouted towards the court. “Phew, that was close! Why

sorry! I’m so sorry!”

spun in Violeta’s hands, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. “You want

and kicked it with three times

felt the force of the basketball flying towards

“Bang

straight into the hoop with precision, leaving

more careful next time. guys. Otherwise, your head might become the

“Kay, let’s go.”

“Okay!”

the field watched in astonishment as the two of them

my god, she kicked it

Violeta’s shot.

I think she’s from your

“Yes.”

remember now. Are they the two incredibly talented newcomers who joined the tennis

names spread widely at

people had not seen Violeta play, but they had heard rumors about her.

there, feeling completely

watched as the men discussed Violeta.

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Were

Why?

campus beauty list, so why was

was this woman who was blocking her

Violeta get away

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rehearsal came

members participating in the league were also improving

was doubles or singles, Violeta’s skills were

among themselves as she was getting ready to leave and change in the locker

a performance at the Millennium Grand Theater after

there! It’s so difficult to get tickets, do you think she can get so many? I heard the theater

us get tickets. Oh my, it’s truly a sign of the times. I remember the first time I saw Irene’s performance when I was very young. My

artist from the older generation, had remarkable achievements in the

among the

paused while zipping up her jacket, as she caught onto a familiar name.

Her mom’s performance?

talking about was

sense of pride welling up inside her as she heard the others praise her mother for

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