Female Novel
Chapter 130
"Grandpa, I've been practicing the drama for a long time. My face is stiff now."
"You're a close friend to Mayor Cody. He'll definitely agree."
"Please, Grandpa..."
"It's a trifle. Why do you insist on asking me for help? All right. I'll call him," the old man's voice
sounded.
Mollie wore a triumphant smile. "Thank you, Grandpa."
"Enough. What do you want for dinner? I'll let the kitchen prepare for you," her grandfather said.
"Ribs, chicken wings... beef..." Mollie said some food randomly before ending the call.
She snorted, wishing to see how Mayor Cody would stop Sylvia later.
Mollie's grandfather was a righteous general. He hated it the most when others were incompetent but
gained important positions by using connections. He trusted his granddaughter, so he detested Sylvia
to the core.
He wondered why Cody had invited such a woman to be the general director.
After ending the call with his granddaughter, the old man called Cody. "Hello, Cody. My granddaughter
told me there was a new general director. It's a young woman, right?"
"Yes, she's young but competent," Cody replied with a smile. "What's wrong?"
"The woman is indeed competent. She refused to let my granddaughter sing a solo. As you know, she's
sung songs in previous years. Since childhood, she had learned to sing and dance. Why is she
assigned to a modern drama this year?"
Unconcealed unhappiness filled the voice of Mollie's grandfather.
Cody instantly understood why he was calling. It seemed Sylvia's aggressive working style annoyed
Mollie.
"Sylvia is indeed competent and professional. Please wait and see. Mollie sang a song every year. I'm
sure others are tired of it. She's now acting in a modern drama, which is new. I'm sure it'll be excellent,"
Cody refused politely.
In anger, Mollie's grandfather hung up the phone instantly.
"How arrogant! You even don't respect your old boss. I'm so pissed off."
The news that Cody had turned him down was spread among the actors and actresses shortly after.
Those who wished to change the program became disappointed and stopped trying.
If Mollie succeeded, they would use the same method. However, she didn't.
Mollie was riled up and couldn't believe that Cody even disobeyed her grandfather.
She wanted to quit the gala but was unwilling to let another person replace her.
It would be an excellent opportunity to gain favors from the leaders. Especially their performances
would be marked after the gala ended, and the actors and actresses would receive rewards, which
were worth mentioning in their personal CVs.
Gritting her teeth, Mollie had to learn how to perform in a modern drama.
Since she failed, others had to be tolerant and dared not to contact anyone to change Sylvia's mind.
A girl, who looked extremely quiet, would play the piano, which was her special program.
Sylvia was sitting next to her on the bench. "You'll play Rhapsody of Croatia, right, Jenna?"
"Yes, Director." Jenna Shepherd looked at her, her big, dewy eyes looking innocent. Sylvia could tell
she had just started working as she looked timid.
"Can you play it for me now?" Sylvia asked.
"Uh?" Jenna had learned to play the piano since childhood. She was confident playing, so she planned
to practice a few times and returned home.
It was too noisy in the hall, and she felt pretty uncomfortable.
Sylvia's request made her startle.
"Why? Can I listen to it for rehearsal?" Sylvia furrowed her brows slightly.
She could tell the timidness in Jenna's eyes. A lovely smile blossomed across Sylvia's face, which
stunned Jenna.
Jenna gaped at her. "You are so pretty..."novelbin
She wondered if Sylvia was a celestial being from Heaven.
"Little girl, do you have any mental trauma? You look so timid." Sylvia reached out her fingers and
tabbed the piano key randomly.
"No, I don't." Jenna looked away. She wasn't a little girl. She had turned 20.
If her uncle hadn't requested her to join the gala, she wouldn't wish to perform.
"Come on. Let me listen to your song." Sylvia raised her chin to prompt her. "If you cannot play in my
presence, do you have the confidence and courage to play to all the audience off stage on National
Day?"
Jenna bit her bottom lip. "I..."
As if she had made up her mind determinedly, she put her hands on the piano and started playing.
Probably she was too nervous, and she missed several notes.
Sylvia stopped her, gazing at her solemnly. "Don't panic."
"You are quite professional, so you must pay attention to the details. After your right hand finished
playing, do this... Then the lingering sound will be more pleasant."
Sylvia played the piano to show her how to do it while explaining, "This part needs to be more
rhythmic."
The melodious song sounded and caught everyone's attention, including the dancers.
Sylvia was playing a part of the song.
Without noticing others' reactions, she concentrated on instructing Jenna. "This is a trill here. Make the
lingering sound tense to express the excitement."
After finishing the demonstration, she said to Jenna, "Try it again."
"You are even better than my uncle." Jenna looked excitedly at Sylvia with a glint in her eyes. She
loved playing the piano, so her uncle, Aldo Carson, used to tutor her often.
"Keep up the good work." Sylvia beamed at her, not curious about her uncle at all.
Others didn't return to their senses until their mentors reminded them.
In a trance, they felt like they had heard a song from the heavens.
When Sylvia left the city hall, it was dark outside.
She darted at the actors and actresses, who were returning home, and could tell they were exhausted.
Without speaking to them, Sylvia reminded William about their dinner and sat in her Land Rover, ready
to go.
A black Bentley arrived and was pulled over next to her car.
Franklin came to pick her up.
Frowning slightly, Sylvia wondered how she should deal with him, and her phone rang.
She heard Franklin's cold voice. "Get down. I'll give you a ride."
Sylvia frowned. "I can drive myself. I don't need it."
Her voice was emotionless.
Sylvia ended the phone and started the Land Rover, heading for Royal Galaxy Restaurant.
Half an hour later, her car was parked in front of the restaurant entrance.
So did William's car.
Sylvia smiled at him. "Let's go, William. The dinner is on me."
"Miss Andrews, you are so talented. Are you sure you won't dance anymore?" William followed her, his
tone full of regrets.
"I'm not interested," Sylvia answered.
They entered the restaurant together.
Sitting in the Bentley, Franklin watched them enter in a blaze of anger. He didn't expect to see another
man with Sylvia again.