Chapter 604


    Corinne’s lips curled up slightly, and she said to Anya with a smirk, “Miss Anya, I’ve already taken off


    Consort Aileen’s costume and folded it up on the make–up table backstage. Remember to get


    someone to collect it from thereter.


    “The costume looks so well–made; it seems to be a dress with high–ss tailoring. It’s best if you could


    get someone to check the costume and put it away. I won’t be responsible if it gets lost or if someone


    else damages it!”


    Corinne spoke calmly and nonchntly, but the atmosphere around her suddenly did not feel right


    anymore.


    Anya’s and Rosie’s expressions stiffened, and they were unsure how to react at that moment. They


    could only re at Corinne secretly while anxiously observing Edgar’s reaction.


    Edgar’s warm expression had turned cold, and he nced at Anya sitting in a wheelchair with an


    innocent face before looking at Corinne, who had already removed her makeup. He then frowned and


    sank into a pensive silence.


    Corinne smiled innocently at the old man, and when she saw that Anya did not respond, she asked


    again,” Why aren’t you saying anything, Miss Anya? I’ll take it that everything’s fine then. In that case,


    I’ll be leaving. See you around!”


    After ending the conversation with Anya, Corinne made a point to bow politely and bid goodbye to the


    two elders.


    “Sir, Ma’am, it’s a great honor to be able to attend your banquet here today. I’ll leave you to enjoy the


    celebrations. Goodbye.”


    She then turned around and prepared to leave.


    At that moment, the dazed Gertrude seemed to have suddenly awoken from a dream and stretched out


    her hand to grab Corinne.


    “It’s Emily… She’s Emily! Don’t go, Emily….”


    Corinne froze for a split second when she heard the name ‘Emily‘, but she neither stopped walking nor


    turned around to look at the olddy.


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    As soon as the olddy started to make a fuss, Edgar returned to his senses, helped his wife up, and


    called out, “Wait!”


    Corinne finally stopped walking, turned around, and smiled politely. “Were you talking to me, sir?”


    Edgar asked her pensively, “I heard what you said earlier. Does that mean you had just taken off


    Consort Aileen’s costume not long ago?”


    Corinne nodded naturally. “Yes.”


    A frown unfurled across Edgar’s face. “Does that mean… The girl who just sang ‘Farewell, My Love‘ on


    stage was you?”


    Corinne raised her eyebrows, but rather than rushing to answer the old man’s question, she gazed at


    Anya’s face as thetter sat in the wheelchair. Anya was stiff and pale, and she was also staring at


    Corinne with those seemingly calm eyes brimming with threats and hints.


    She was warning Corinne that it was best not to speak any nonsense.


    Corinne could understand what Anya meant to say, but she remained indifferent to it and answered


    Edgar


    truthfully.


    “Yes. I sang ‘Farewell, My Love‘ in ce of Miss Anya on stage earlier. Apologies for not meeting the


    highest standards in my performance.”


    After getting that answer, the old man’splexion sankpletely. His renewed impression of Anya


    disappeared instantly, and he disliked her much more than before. He was also especially annoyed at


    himself because he had just believed in a lie.


    Edgar’s stern eyes red at Anya and Rosie, who had both been working in tandem, and he snorted


    heavily before asking in a cold voice, “Didn’t you say that you were the one who sang ‘Farewell, My


    Love“?”