Chapter 209

“Let’s get outta here, son.” Mrs. Panter said, tugging at Zachary’s hand, “You see, this girl ain’t worth

your love. Marry her and you’ll be a laughingstock for

life.”

“That girl, so young, but she’s Maestro Melody.” Mrs. Bright sighed.

“Who you talking about?” Mrs. Panter questioned, following her gaze.

“The one standing in the middle of the stage, cold as ice, but the prettiest of them all.” Mrs. Bright

pointed out, “That’s Maestro Melody. Bet you didn’t see that coming.”

Mrs. Panter stared at Arabella’s icy face on stage, a little taken aback. So she was Maestro Melody?

This might spell big trouble for the Panter family.

“I wonder who the lucky guy would be to marry her. Heard some entertainment companies tried to

commission a piano piece from her, offering big bucks, but she wasn’t interested. Said she didn’t need

the money.” Mrs. Bright’s words left Mrs. Panter shocked and flabbergasted.

In the past, she thought Arabella was all show and no substance, always putting on this icy front.

Turned out, she was the real deal. Her aloofness and arrogance stem from her talent. She was too

shallow, couldn’t tell a pearl from a fish eye.

Zachary glanced at Arabella on stage. She was so beautiful, like the brightest star in the crowd. And

Yolanda, compared to her, seemed so plain. Just an average girl, nothing special. He didn’t even know

why he liked her before.

Zachary stood up, leaving with his mother.

Yolanda on stage noticed, and instinctively wanted to stop them. But a crowd was demanding her to

apologize!

Attlee and Olga were also being mocked and ridiculed. Feeling utterly humiliated, they just wanted to

get out of there.

“You’ve infringed on the author’s rights by plagiarizing his work for personal gain. You should be liable.”

Arabella said in a cold voice, “You’ll be hearing from a lawyer soon.”

Yolanda opened her mouth, speechless and utterly defeated.

And people were still demanding an apology!

Seeing her parents being cornered, Yolanda teared up, bowed deeply to Arabella, “I apologize. I made

a mistake.”

With that, she squeezed through the crowd and ran off stage, couldn’t stand to be there any longer!

Seeing her run off, Attlee and Olga quickly followed.

People surrounded Arabella.

“Maestro, I’ve composed a piece recently. I wonder if you’d guide me?”

“Hello, I’m Frida. I came third in this competition, could I have the honor to learn from you for a while?”

“Maestro Melody, your improvisation was enchanting! I’m totally smitten! I’m your loyal fan, I can play

all your pieces. Thank you for your beautiful music, it’s been a great comfort to many fans like me!”

“I really adore you, Maestro Melody! Could I get your autograph?”

“Could I take a picture with you?”

Fans were crowding around Arabella, cautious yet hopeful and anxious, hoping to catch Maestro

Melody’s eye. Spotting her parents from afar, Arabella said gently, “I got some matters to attend to.

Please pretend you didn’t see me today.”

“No problem!”

“If the maestro said so, we won’t blabber!”

“If anyone asks us about the maestro’s gender, age, we’ll just say we don’t know!”