"Chapter 1344
The three of them followed a group of music students into the auditorium and found three seats in the back.
A red banner hung over the stage, signifying that this was a friendly competition between different grades and classes. Each team consisted of three and a half groups, two groups in total.
The first show ntioned Robert Foster’s na.
When the host announced the event, Wanda Wesley caught sight of Robert, waiting offstage.
He was wearing a silver suit, which perfectly accentuated his physique, making him appear like a noble prince.
He was completely focused on the stage in front of him, violin in hand.
At that mont, a girl walked over and tapped on his shoulder. He turned his head, smiling brightly.
Wanda didn’t understand why, but seeing him smile at soone else made her feel uncomfortable.
She contemplated for a mont, perhaps it was her possessiveness acting up.
She hated to see him smile at others like that.
The girl was beautiful, with golden hair, fair skin, tall stature, and a striking outfit. Her lips were brightly colored.
She didn’t possess any of these qualities.
The girl was busy chatting away, her hand lingering on his shoulder, not letting go.
She lowered her eyes, telling herself, it was just a normal interaction.
However, a surge of jealousy ignited from her heart, consuming her incessantly.
On stage, the host stepped down, and the show began.
Two groups ford an orchestra with a few main characters in each.
As the main character of group 2, Robert stepped onto the pedal, the spotlight shone down on him.
The main character from group 1 also took to the stage, ready to perform.
She was a girl, even prettier than the previous one, her smile the most captivating.
Upon her entrance, she received nurous applause.
After smiling at the audience, she winked at Robert, producing a mischievous and provocative glance.
Robert responded with a light laugh, maintaining his composure and resolve.
Layla Lowell leaned in and whispered softly, "Robert is quite good-looking when he plays an instrunt. He was handso when he played the drums in the last match."
Chloe Collins responded with a curt nod, but her gaze had already followed Wanda’s to the girl on stage.
Wanda’s eyes were glued to the face of the girl on the stage, her hands unknowingly clenched into fists.
Chloe gently held her hand, soothing her quietly, "Relax."
Wanda Wesley pursed her lips and replied hoarsely, "The girl in the photos sent to , it’s her."
Layla was startled and quickly pulled out her glasses to take a look, muttering a curse under her breath.
She swiftly sent a few photos to Chloe, photos that Wanda received earlier in the day.
Chloe glanced at them. In the photos, indeed it was Robert and the girl from the stage. Although they didn’t exhibit any overly affectionate behavior, the photos from different tis and places gave a fatal impression—their close conversations and warm smiles created an ambiguously romantic atmosphere.
This view easily led one to wild imaginations.
After all, an attractive man and woman together often look well-matched.
The stage performance had begun.
It was as if Robert had cast a magic spell on his violin, making it resonate with beautiful lodies.
The girl beside him was not to be outdone; she radiated a casual charisma.
The atmosphere in the arena was electric, with the audience watching their performance intently.
Suddenly, during the middle of the performance, the girl put down her violin montarily. The band behind her began to play a lively tune.
She started to dance around Robert in rhythm with the lody, confidently expressing herself.
Their classmates chuckled suggestively, with many whispering that she was using her beauty to disarm him.
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