Chapter 606


    Edgar did not buy her story.


    Face darkening, he scoffed and said, “She hurt her leg, not her vocal cords. Don’t worry. She just


    needs to sing notes to prove her singing ability. It’s not like I’m asking her to do something that’ll tire her


    out.”


    Rosie’s eyes wavered. “But-


    “There’s no but!”


    Edgar was bing impatient. He ignored Rosie and nced at Anya sharply before turning to look at


    Corinne again.


    “So? Which one of you will sing first?”


    Anya knew it would be hard to get out of it, so she forced a smile and said, “Actually. It doesn’t matter


    who gets to sing first! Corinne, which of us do you think should sing first?”


    Corinne looked at Anya. Although Anya smiled sweetly, her eyes were filled with guilt and menace. It


    was obvious she was telling her to get out there as soon as possible so she would not lose the good


    impression she had given Edgar.


    Corinne found itughable. ‘Is she really threatening me when her fake image is about to be exposed?


    As


    if I’ll ever be scared of her!’


    The audience began to whisper amongst themselves.


    “Who is that girl? How dare she steal the limelight from Miss Anya?”


    “I don’t know. I’ve never seen her.”


    “She said she was the one who sang ‘Farewell, My Love. Is that even possible?”


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    “No, I don’t think so, but I think it’s totally possible for Miss Anya to sing it since she’s so talented.”


    “Yeah, Miss Anya must’ve practiced very hard to gift that song to Mister Edgar. As for that girl we’ve


    never seen before… I wonder whose daughter would be this shameless. She must be trying to steal


    the credit to get close to Mister Edgar.”


    “Oh my, how stupid can she get? Does she really think Mister Edgar would be that easily fooled? She


    must be panicking because Mister Edgar has asked her to prove herself.”


    .”Yeah, we only have to wait and see to know who’s lying.”


    Amidst the sound of whispering, Corinne finally opened her mouth. “I’ll go first.”


    Hell would freeze over before Corinne let Anya have her way. She hated how Anya knew no shame to


    the extent of pretending to be Emily in front of Gertrude.


    Emily is the name of my mother! Anya doesn’t deserve to have that name. She’ll only sully my mother’s


    good name with her character.”


    Anya’s face immediately darkened when she heard Corinne would go first. Viciousness nearly spilled


    from her eyes while she secretly gritted her teeth.


    Corinne cleared her throat casually and burst out in a bright and clear song. The part she had chosen


    to sing was one of the harder parts of the song, but it sounded the same as it was yed on the stage.


    The audience’s expression immediately changed when they heard Corinne’s singing. Edgar, too, knew


    who the real singer was. He looked admiringly at Corinne, and the doubt in his heart dissipated.


    After that, he looked coldly at Anya and said, “Miss Corinne has finished singing. You’re up, Miss


    Anya.”


    Miss Anyaughed awkwardly. Frowning, she pretended to open her mouth but then closed it again to


    clear her throat.


    “Grandpa, I must’ve hurt my vocal cords earlier. My throat is feeling a little sore. I’m afraid I won’t be


    able to sing like this…”