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.

wrist, they inexplicably found it cool. Especially after finding out that

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European–style buildings were constructed from white marble with

grand hall hung Swarovski crystal chandeliers while black–and–white checkered floors added to its luxurious decor. Sitting on the sofa was an elderly man dressed in black

extremely clear, without

anger on his face as he looked towards the

two figures

suit with the suit jacket draped over

was like a towering mountain

timidly stood Abbie in a pink Chanel–style suit with

out

you bring her here? This is the Foley family’s old mansion. What is an outsider doing here?” old Mr. Foley’s

had been pestering his grandson for ten years now, from high school until now.

face darkened for a moment before helplessly saying, “Grandfather,

door, holding her gift bag tightly and not knowing what to do next while

that stubborn old man… If it weren’t for him meddling all these years, she would have been together with Kelvin

daughter outside?” The old man stomped his cane on the ground, creating a dull thud that echoed throughout the entire hall. The servants nearby dared not

speechless, her face turning red with

tracks and quickly explained, “Dad, please don’t accuse me wrongly. I…I’ve only ever had one wife in my life – Gracie. I

to him in a sweet voice, “Uncle

before sighing

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

“Dad,” Kelvin called out.

grab something. I’ll catch up with

fierce glare. “Your

Divorced?

glare before y

it’s already settled. There’s no point in talking

of family harmony that scold

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