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Chapter 1142 They ran into each other.
After greeting Malcom, Hugh went forward to take the elevator.
The performance hall is on the third floor.
Seeing that Nikita was still surrounded by the crowd, Malcom frowned. As he was about to send Homer over to help
her, he saw a few people walk toward her who obviously didn’t look like security personnel and easily push those
people to the side, protecting Aroma to walk out from the crowd.
While he was wondering who those men in black were, he saw an old man dressed up neatly and elegantly walk off
from a black Rolls–Royce with the help of another man.
The young man who was helping the old man had an outstanding appearance and temperament. And his extremely
handsome face looked very familiar
to him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMalcom narrowed his eyes and recognized both of them.
Rosa, who was standing beside Malcom, recognized them too. And her face slightly changed and showed some joy.
She walked quickly towards them.
“Malcom, it’s Old Mr. Lambert and his grandson. Do you want to go over and say hi?” Homer also recognized them.
He turned to ask Malcom in a low voice.
Malcom nodded: “Since it is Old Mr. Lambert, of course, we need to go over and greet them.”
Although Malcom is a big shot in the music industry, he still has to socialize when he meets such a noble and
powerful family as the Lambert family.
Besides…
Several concerts he held before were all sponsored by the Lambert family. And he gets along with Old Mr. Lambert
in private life.
As Nikita just got off the car, she was surrounded by a group of people.
There were more than a dozen microphones aiming at her. And the flash that frequently lit up almost blinded her
eyes.
“Aroma, did you just come off a taxi? Didn’t the sponsor arrange someone to pick you up?”
“Aroma, I heard that you suddenly disappeared because you were badly ill. And during the past two years, you have
been living in a very secret nursing home for treatment. Is this true?“…
“Aroma, can you tell us your recent schedule? After attending the piano competition, do you have other working
arrangement?”
The microphone was almost pressed against Nikita’s face.
“Get out of my way. I don’t do interviews.”
The girl lowered her eyes. With a mask on, no one could see the expression on her face. But the depressed and
aggressive aura around her made people feel chilly.
Several reporters who were right in front of her were shocked by her aggressive and gloomy aura. They were
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmstunned for a second. And they didn’t dare to move forward.
But the fans in the back row were still pushing forward. They kept handing notebooks and albums to her. Some of
them even took off their clothes and hats, yelling to ask for her autograph.
“Aroma, I’m your fan. I have been a fan for a very long time. I went to all the concert you held. And I bought all
your albums. Can you sign for me? I really like you!”
A cute girl in a pink dress was waving an album in midair.
Nikita looked up and saw the lovely girl.
Seeing her look over, the girl became more excited. Her eyes lit up. “Aroma, I really like you. I’ve been regard you
as my idol for many years. I have been saving money every year in order to go abroad to see your concert. When I
knew you came to M City, I was so happy. And I came here to wait for you since early in the morning. So can I have
your signature?”
The album in the girl’s hand was released after a concert a few years ago. The tickets to her concert have always
been not cheap. And her albums are expensive too, which are not affordable for ordinary people.
But judging from the girl’s clothes, she doesn’t seem to be a noble daughter from a wealthy family.
She was just dressed like an ordinary people.