Chapter 0117
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Lucius remained still for a moment before turning to Violet and subtly raising his arm.
Catching his cue, Violet hesitated briefly before linking her arm with his. It was only then that he proceeded forward, exuding the regal confidence of a king.
For a brief moment, Violet entertained the notion of feeling like a queen herself.
She quickly dismissed the thought, regained her composure, and gracefully assumed her role as Lucius’s elegant companion.
Arriving at the venue with Lucius, Violet found herself the center of attention as an eye candy that stood beside Lucius.
She was met with curious glances from men and resentful stares from women, as if she had
stolen their husbands.
Feeling somewhat helpless, she humorously likened Lucius to a Casanova, someone desired by
many.
This metaphor made her chuckle, a reaction that caught Lucius’s attention. He looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“It’s nothing,” she murmured, shaking her head with a hint of nervousness.
“Why are you nervous if it’s nothing?” Lucius asked, noticing her discomfort.
“I’m just a bit anxious,” she hastily explained, trying to dismiss his concem.
Luckily, Lucius didn’t pursue the matter further.
Violet realized that Alaia hadn’t yet arrived. She asked a nearby waiter, “Where’s Alaia?“.
“Ms. Alaia will be here later. She’s scheduled to perform halfway through the event, about an hour
from now,” the waiter informed her.
“Oh! I see.”
Disappointed, Violet turned around to find Lucius looking at her with a stern gaze. She wondered if she had done something wrong.
“Miss, could you let go of my arm?” the waiter asked nervously.
Violet noticed her fingers grabbed on his sleeve when she looked down, a gesture that seemed flirtatious, especially given that the waiter was a man with a blushing face.
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“I’m sorry,” she muttered, quickly releasing his sleeve.
Lucius’s chilly voice followed, tinged with evident Jealousy. “You’re quite adept at flirting, aren’t you? I’m warning you, Violet. As my plus one, you’re not permitted to flirt with other men!”
She had simply held the waiter’s hand to ask a question, yet Lucius Interpreted it as flirting.
Reflecting on this, Violet felt a bit wronged as Lucius walked away, leaving her to stand like an
abandoned pet.
Uncomfortably rubbing her arm, she moved to a quieter area, deciding to wait there for Alaia’s
appearance.
Although she tried not to notice Lucius, his presence was difficult to ignore.
He was radiant wherever he went and attracted everyone, including that of a slender woman who approached him with her arm sliding suggestively up his arm.
Lucius calmly sipped his drink, neither encouraging nor dismissing her advances.
George had previously noted that Lucius had been without female company for some time.
Observing the situation, it looked like the woman approaching him could be his target for the evening, especially since her sexy figure matched the type that typically caught Lucius’s attention.
Violet’s mood was sour, yet she couldn’t think of a reason why he wouldn’t be interested in
that woman. She lowered her gaze, forcing herself to ignore the unfolding scene.
After that encounter, Lucius didn’t seek Violet out again.
An hour later, when Alaia finally made her appearance at the event, Violet chose not to approach
her.
Feeling too ordinary and out of practice with her singing, she lacked the confidence to meet her
idol.
Instead, she found contentment in simply watching Alaia move among the crowds and perform on stage, believing some people were best admired from a distance.
Her gaze inadvertently shifted back to Lucius, who was conversing with Alaia.
Violet sighed, acknowledging her feelings for Lucius but also recognizing her reluctance to act on them because he seemed out of her league. To her, Lucius was a match for Alaia, they belonged
in a different world.
She felt insignificant and quietly walked away, only to be interrupted by a sharp voice.
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“Isn’t that Violet?”
She heard as someone obstructed her path.
Looking up, she found herself facing Sydney Fisher, a former classmate of Emily’s at the Music
Academy.
Sydney, with her heavily applied false eyelashes, appeared haughty and overbearing.
“I heard you ruined Emily’s voice beyond repair. Is that true?” Sydney asked loudly, drawing the
attention of nearby onlookers.
The revelation shocked a group of people who were standing behind her.
Violet was unable to hold back her frustration, and retorted, “Mind your words!”
“So you did it, and now, you can’t tolerate hearing about it? Our professors praised Emily for her talent as a singer. Wouldn’t she still be in school if not for you? You’re a terrible sister!” Sydney accused.
“No way.”
The surrounding crowd began whispering among themselves, their expressions turning from
shock to scorn.
Violet was unprepared for such an encounter in a foreign country. Her face turned pale.
Alaia walked over, and asked, “What’s happening here?”
Sydney respectfully referred to Alaia as a professor. It seemed likely that Alaia had overheard
their exchange.
While no longer bothered by others‘ slanders, Violet felt deeply humiliated to be confronted in such a manner by someone she greatly admired.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly before turning to leave.
“Violet!” Someone called out her name from behind.
