After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Cristal was drinking afternoon tea leisurely.

Mrs. Chan sighed. "Cristal, what's wrong with you? Tomorrow is preliminary contest. Why don't you practice playing?" "Why should I? | won't make any progress even if | do. Also, I'm a very good pianist in H Rovirsa, and even my teachers have praised me as a top player." Cristal took another sip of fruit tea. "Mom, you don't have to worry about it. I'm sure | can get a good ranking!" "Cristal, you can't be complacent. If you get a good ranking this time, the celebrities from the upper class will think highly of you.

As you know, a painting painted by Tiffany was sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars. So many families are envious," Mrs.

Chan said bitterly.

"Mom, she also participated in this piano competition. | heard that she was not qualified, but she got the access by asking Mr.

and Mrs. Hart for help" Cristal looked contemptuous. "Why are you jealous of this kind of woman? Wait and see how | defeat her!" Mrs. Chan looked at her daughter who was so stubborn and refused to listen to any advice. She could not help but shake his head.

The next day, early in the morning.

All the contestants woke up early and went to the piano competition venue.

This time, the venue was in the Larro Opera House.

The opera house had an extremely large area and could accommodate tens of thousands of spectators, so music lovers from all over the world gathered here to watch the competition.

This kind of global competition was naturally a great attraction.

There were also many media from all over the world carrying cameras and constantly filming.

Sylvia rested overnight, got up in the morning, picked a set of suitable outfit, and put on a makeup to fit her dressing.

Then she drove her Land Rover towards the opera house.

When she arrived at the entrance of the opera house, the parking lot had been filled with all kinds of luxury cars.

Sylvia got out of the car and headed straight for the registration desk.

She was invited to be this competion's judge, so the receptionist at the registration desk should give her a judge's card. She had no assistant or agent.

Two women sat at the registration desk, and one of them held up her glasses and took a look at Sylvia. A trace of amazement flashed across her eyes.

What a beautiful contestant! The contestants participating in this year's competition were all good-looking! "ID card." Sylvia handed over her ID card, but the two women flipped through the list and said with an unhappy face, "You're not on the list!" The receptionist lost her good feelings for Sylvia. "Are you an impostor? Security guard!" "I'm not in the competition." Sylvia shook her head.

"Then what are you doing here?" The receptionist glared at Sylvia and asked.

Her voice was shrill and immediately drew the attention of many people.

So many people were giving Sylvia sideways glances and pointing at her.

"What's going on?" Sylvia turned around and saw Mr. and Mrs. Hart approaching.

It was Sonny Hart who spoke.

"Mr. Hart, this woman is making trouble here! She's not participating in the competition, but she came to the registration desk!" The woman pointed at Sylvia and shouted.

"Making trouble?" Sonny narrowed his eyes slightly, and he looked a bit displeased.

He was the director of the opera house, and if someone was making trouble in his presence, it would be a slap in his face.

His unhappy gaze fell on a tall woman who was pointed at by the receptionist.

The woman was standing with her back to him, so he couldn't see the woman's face, and his tone of voice was angry, "Just throw her out right away. What's all the noise about?" Just then, Xavier, one of the organizers, hurried over and called out respectfully towards the tall woman, "Master Keturah, what's going on?" The crowd was a little surprised and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Master Keturah was one of the biggest name in the music world.

Xavier was going to see how the competition venue was decorated, but he didn't expect to see Sylvia being given a hard time! He almost threw his phone out. God knew how hard it was for them to have Master Keturah be the judge this time! How dare these muddleheaded people stop Master Keturah? "It's okay. I'm having a little trouble getting my judge's card," Sylvia said indifferently.

The woman who had previously taken Sylvia as a contestant was suddenly dumbfounded, and she looked awkward.

"You ... you are Master Keturah?" No wonder she didn't find her name on the contestant list! She was actually the judge Master Keturah! Who would have thought Master Keturah would be such a young woman? Everyone thought Master Keturah was a middle-aged man...

Sonny understood the whole picture at once. Wearing an enthusiastic smile, he walked towards Sylvia.

"Master Keturah, I'm really sorry. It's a misunderstanding ..." He stretched out his hand, ready to give Sylvia a handshake, but when he raised his eyes to look at the woman's face, he was shocked.

The woman in front of him had delicate features, her watery eyes glinting.

Her red lips set off her fair skin.

Her familiar face and aloofness reminded him of Isaac's god-sister.

How did she become Master Keturah? Sonny's hand froze there.

Sylvia just glanced at him lightly. "Nice to meet you." "You ... you ..." Sonny was a sophisticated man, but he had never been so embarrassed like today. He mumbled for a while before saying. "Will Mr. Carr also come today?" "It's just the preliminary round." Sylvia looked cold.

Sonny's face became even more awful. Sylvia's implication was that an preliminary competition was unworthy for both of them to attend.

"l see..." He now wanted to slap himself for asking such a stupid question.

Damn it! He never dreamed that Isaac's sister was Master Keturah! He couldn't help but think of the Evans family again.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

It seemed that since he got involved with the Evans family, his luck has become bad. He should really stay away from them! The receptionist who didn't recognize Sylvia before handed the judge's card to Sylvia with both hands. "Master Keturah, I'm really sorry for offending you just now. Please forgive me ..." Everyone in the music industry wanted to know Master Keturah. Just now, she even made things difficult for Master Keturah.

She really regretted what she had done!