A Cue For Happiness

Chapter 205

Chapter 205 Support From Boss

The audience exploded with speculations and comments about what happened.

“So Yara’s a fake?”

“How could it be anything else? The music was still going even after the cover fell and she stopped playing!”

“Maybe the person in the video wasn’t her at all, and she’s just trying to ride on the popularity of the video. I bet she’s intentionally misleading her fans so they’ll think of her as some kind of skilled pianist.”

“I can’t believe she’s such a pretender. I’m not going to be her fan anymore.”

Those who were praising her breathtaking performance just a second ago started denouncing her.

Yara’s fingers were bruised quite badly.

Her face turned pale as she bit her lip with so much force that it started bleeding. Why did the piano cover fall down? Why did it have to happen while I was playing? I’ve utterly embarrassed myself in front of everyone!

The production staff quickly arrived at her location and helped her leave the stage. However, her staggering made her look like she was escaping in disgrace.

Upon arriving backstage, she lifted a random object and threw it to the ground to vent her frustration.

It shocked the staff to see her violent reaction, but none of them dared to speak up against her actions.

Mona stepped out of the control room and hugged Yara, who was trembling with fury.

“It’s all right, Yara. Please calm down. You’re still the spokesperson of the game, so you need to prepare yourself to go on the stage again.”

“I’m… still the spokesperson?”

“Of course you are!”

Mona and Yara were still convinced they were on track with their plan, but the people in the second- floor suite had other ideas.

“This game is still Wendy’s first endorsement. Therefore, as her boss, I shall show her my support.” Natalie put her cup down and smiled. “I shall head down to prepare.”

The Becker couple exchanged a look.

Yana asked, “Hubby, what kind of man do you think can win Natalie’s heart?”

Hans gave it some thought before shaking his head. “I have no idea, Yana.”

She laid herself down in his embrace and sighed. “I believe few could win her heart. Many will end up hurt if they try.”

The chaos on the stage had finally died down.

The two hosts, while holding their new cards, took the stage as if nothing happened. “There was a small accident in the performance earlier, but the night is still young, and we’re only about to enter the main show of the press conference. Enjoy.”

The lights beyond the stage dimmed again. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Wendy listened to Natalie’s advice and entered the stage with a scarlet attire.

The sound of drums was heard as she danced like a fluttering butterfly on the drums. Each of her leaps and spins was elegant and beautiful.

As the sound of a harp joined the drums, the audience felt as if they had traveled a thousand years back in time and arrived at the desert of an ancient dynasty.

It was as though they could see soldiers huddling around the campfire to share a drink before they journeyed across the vast land for the doomed expedition. Alas, none returned. The golden sand buried the bones of the unfortunately fallen.

The person playing the harp was Natalie, and she was wearing the same scarlet outfit as Wendy.

There was still a veil covering half of her face, but the red cloth only made her look even more mysterious and beautiful.

The new map of “Nation Glory” was indeed a desert.

Compared to Yara’s performance on the piano earlier, the current one was much more of a cohesive introduction to the new map.

Wendy’s dance, even though it was graceful and undoubtedly feminine, still managed to capture the essence of warriors who went on an expedition to an uncaring desert.

The audience was once again immersed in the performance as the memory of Yara’s terrible act was washed away from their minds.

Christopher, who was sitting at a VIP spot below the stage, held his chin as he stared intently at the woman playing the harp.

Even though she was sitting at the very back of the stage, he could see her clearly from his seat. Yara wasn’t that woman. The one currently playing the harp with a veil over her face is the woman I’m looking for.

Back on the second floor again, Samuel was also staring at the woman sitting at the corner of the stage.

There were profound emotions swirling in his eyes.