Chapter 606
The Day I Kissed An Older Man
Chapter 606
Edgar did not buy her story.
Face darkening, he scoffed and said, âShe hurt her leg, not her vocal cords. Donât worry. She just
needs to sing notes to prove her singing ability. Itâs not like Iâm asking her to do something thatâll tire her
out.â
Rosieâs eyes wavered. âBut-
âThereâs no but!â
Edgar was becoming impatient. He ignored Rosie and glanced at Anya sharply before turning to look at
Corinne again.
âSo? Which one of you will sing first?â
Anya knew it would be hard to get out of it, so she forced a smile and said, âActually. It doesnât matter
who gets to sing first! Corinne, which of us do you think should sing first?â
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 it laughable. âIs she really threatening me when her fake image is about to be exposed?
As
if Iâll ever be scared of her!â
The audience began to whisper amongst themselves.
âWho is that girl? How dare she steal the limelight from Miss Anya?â
âI donât know. Iâve never seen her.â
âShe said she was the one who sang âFarewell, My Love. Is that even possible?â
âNo, I donât think so, but I think itâs totally possible for Miss Anya to sing it since sheâs so talented.â
âYeah, Miss Anya mustâve practiced very hard to gift that song to Mister Edgar. As for that girl weâve
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.â
âOh 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.â
.âYeah, we only have to wait and see to know whoâs lying.â
Amidst the sound of whispering, Corinne finally opened her mouth. âIâll go first.â
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 doesnât deserve to have that name. Sheâll only sully my motherâs
good name with her character.â
Anyaâs 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 played on the stage.
The audienceâs expression immediately changed when they heard Corinneâs 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, âMiss Corinne has finished singing. Youâre up, Miss
Anya.â
Miss Anya laughed awkwardly. Frowning, she pretended to open her mouth but then closed it again to
clear her throat.
âGrandpa, I mustâve hurt my vocal cords earlier. My throat is feeling a little sore. Iâm afraid I wonât be
able to sing like thisâ¦â