Chapter 22: A Slap in the Face

It meant that the young man was really the world–famous talented pianist Benson Gibbs.

Mr. James also saw Cheyenne standing beside Benson and a warm smile appeared on his face.

“Lo…” When Mr. James breathed the first syllable, Cheyenne immediately interrupted him by reaching out to shake hands with him and saying with a smile, “I’m Benson’s friend. My last name is Lawrence.”

Obviously, this straightforward foreigner didn’t understand why Cheyenne wanted to hide her identity as Lora.

But when in Rome do as the Romans do. He didn’t expose her lin

“Three years ago, thanks to Mr. Gibbs‘ guidance, he helped me revise my piece of music. Otherwise, ‘Don Juan‘ wouldn’t be a hit.”

This traditional classical music was popular in the past but would seem somewhat depressing if played today. Benson simply changed the combination of instruments inside it and broke down its more difficult parts into simpler ones.

The style of this piece remained unchanged but became more fluid which left people intoxicated by it after listening to it.

After becoming famous worldwide, Mr. James had always wanted to thank Benson, so that’s why he chose Benson’s country for the final stop of his global tour.

Benson was the one who wrote “Don Juan“, which excited many opera lovers even more.

The male god stood right in front of them!

In comparison, Danielle’s face was pale and bloodless.

‘It was all Cheyenne’s doing. She intentionally set me up!‘ Danielle thought indignantly.

“Now, do you still think your broken wrist for one million is a loss?” Cheyenne turned around and looked at her, lips curling into a mocking smile.

“Just wait, I won’t let you get away with this!” Danielle said angrily before turning around and leaving in embarrassment.

“Just a friendly reminder, if you don’t get your hand fixed soon, it might be useless in the future. Hahaha.” Cheyenne laughed loudly like a fox who had stolen grapes.

it cool. Especially

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sat amidst lush greenery with houses scattered about. The European–style buildings were constructed from white marble with intricate vine patterns carved into

chandeliers while black–and–white checkered floors added to its luxurious decor. Sitting on the sofa was an elderly man dressed in black robes with thin

clear,

anger on his face

two figures appeared

black three–piece suit with the suit jacket draped

like a towering

pink Chanel–style suit with long chestnut hair. She had pure

Kelvin called out as

What is an outsider doing here?” old Mr. Foley’s gaze turned to

been pestering his grandson for ten years now,

Kelvin’s handsome face darkened for a moment before helplessly saying, “Grandfather, Abbie

and not knowing what to

towards that stubborn old man… If it weren’t for him meddling

daughter outside?” The old man stomped his

speechless, her face turning red with

middle–aged man who had just entered heard the old man’s accusations, he paused in his tracks and quickly explained, “Dad, please don’t accuse me wrongly. I…I’ve only ever had one wife in my life – Gracie. I wouldn’t

out to him in a sweet voice,

before sighing quietly and nodding

Kelvin’s father and former CEO of the Foley Group. He was once a renowned business genius but chose to switch careers after his wife became a vegetable due to a car accident ten years ago. They moved to a small island abroad where they rarely returned home. Kelvin took over the Foley Group when he was a teenager and gradually developed a cold demeanor, maintaining an expressionless face even when dealing

“Dad,” Kelvin called out.

something. I’ll catch up with you later.” Corey smiled faintly and headed

Foley was even angrier and gave him a fierce glare. “Your son and daughter–in–law got

Divorced?

glare before y

second, furrowing his eyebrows slightly before helplessly saying, “Dad, it’s already settled. There’s no point in talking about it

harmony that scold some sense into your stubborn

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