Chapter 162

Evelyn didn't look at the stage again. Picking up her glass, she continued drinking her juice.

...

Meanwhile, upstairs, Brandon and the others naturally didn't miss this "fight".

Brandon lazily leaned on the couch and laughed. "This is rather amusing. Evelyn truly overestimated her own capabilities—from fighting Ms. Moore for the ring to fighting her for the opportunity to perform... the word 'female competition' is written all over her face!"

He suddenly thought of that time at the art exhibition when Flynn told him gossip about Evelyn having a husband. Tiffany even helped Evelyn by stopping them from gossiping. At least Tiffany hated the rivalry between women so much that she even put aside past grudges and helped Evelyn maintain her dignity.

Evelyn couldn't compete with Tiffany in that aspect.

Harry raised a brow slightly, and his gaze naturally landed on Evelyn.

Brandon leaned over and added, "I think Evelyn won't give up on Mr. Grant for a while."

thought about it for a moment and replied,

him, confused, but

moment Lucas and Tiffany got on the stage, he happened to see Evelyn's mocking

She absolutely didn't care.

able to remain calm because she had trained

angrily looked at the two people on stage who seemed like

as his wife? How could he so openly display affection

need to find Fergus. Who cares about watching those two play in

Evelyn had endured all those years. Evelyn shook her head. "As long as I can find Fergus, nothing else matters." Justine could only nod. "Alright. But I have to admit, Lucas plays quite well. Truly the product of a top-tier

she didn't

three years, she still couldn't understand or truly see through a person. Yet Tiffany had

was clear how high the walls Lucas had built were when it came

came to an end. The

his hand out to Tiffany. Tiffany smiled, placed her hand in his palm, and bowed gracefully as she stood with him. She was elegant

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