After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 129

After picking up a modern drama program, Mollie was upset.

She believed she was adept at singing, so she wanted to sing a solo.

Rosie was also disappointed. She couldn't dance but picked up a dance program.

For a moment, all actresses were complaining.

"What the heck? I can't sing."

"No! I can't dance."

"I want to perform in modern drama."

All of them were annoyed.

Sylvia darted at them. Suddenly, her phone rang. "Right. Walking toward the south. You can ask the guard if you cannot find us."

Shortly after the call ended, a tall blonde man stepped into the studio center, followed by his team.

When the howling girls noticed him, they were taken aback.

One of the mentors widened his eyes, rushing over and yelled in surprise, "William?"

His excitement knocked others' socks off.

After returning to their senses, they were all excited.

"Is he the top choreographer, William?"

"Really?"

"Oh, my goodness. I feel like fainting."

"How could we see William here?"

Mollie had learned to sing and dance since childhood, so she knew all the top masters in the field.

She gasped, gaping at William in disbelief.

William was a worldwide master who was adept at many kinds of dances. He had won countless awards. Also, he was the exclusive choreographer for many superstars.

Mollie was curious how Sylvia had managed to invite him, wondering if she had an affair with William as well.

William's sudden appearance blew others away.

The three mentors surrounded him, asking him for his autograph and respectfully taking group photos with him.

Sylvia watched them calmly.

Rosie walked to her in doubt. "Miss Andrews, how did you manage to invite such a master?"

"Well, he's fond of dishes from Royal Galaxy Restaurant," Sylvia answered flatly.

"He can make a reservation there, can't he?" Rosie was confused.

Sylvia looked at her expressionlessly. "Royal Galaxy gave him an exclusive reserved table."

Rosie was still baffled, wondering what it had to do with Sylvia and with William being their mentor.

"I can't get what you mean."

"Oh, you don't need to understand it." Sylvia's gaze drifted around in the hall.

She would never tell Rosie that she had specially offered William that exclusive table and given him a VIP card for a 30% discount.

After performing for an hour, she sat down angrily. "I can't hang on. So exhausted."

"Don't you want to do it? No problem. I'll let your department send another actress," Sylvia replied. Then she pulled out her phone to dial a number.

"Who do you think you are? Think you are a leader? How dare you be so arrogant! You know what? My grandfather is..." Mollie was annoyed, exposing her nature of being a spoiled girl. She was tired and thirsty, only wishing to rest.

Before she finished her words, Sylvia interrupted, "I don't care who your grandfather is. You are here, so you must obey my order. Mollie is your name, right? If you don't want to act, I can apply for sending a new actress here to replace you."

"Who has written such a lousy play script? It sucks." Mollie couldn't win against Sylvia, so she started complaining about the scriptwriter.

Usually, the scriptwriters for the National Day gala were all government workers with excellent literature skills, so Mollie believed that the writer must be an infamous person.

"You must delete my scenes and make it easier. This is too difficult."

"Rosie, can you switch your role with me? You can act in modern drama. Let me dance," Mollie approached Rosie and suggested.

Rosie was in a dilemma. The actress needed to fully express her emotions when performing a drama, and the expression must be exaggerated than usual.

It would be more complicated than dancing, let alone now the dance mentor was globally famous. It was a rare opportunity for her to learn from William.

Although Rosie wasn't gifted in dancing, she didn't want to give up a chance to learn from William. Besides, she planned to do something with this matter.

Therefore, she refused, "Miss Andrews said we couldn't do it. Please don't mention it again."

Then she devoted herself to practicing again.

Mollie was boiled over with anger.

"I need to use the ladies' room."

In the restroom, Mollie held her phone while sitting on the toilet. She spoke in a grievance, "Grandpa, I cannot perform in a modern drama. Please tell Mayor Cody to help me. Sylvia Andrews is so hateful. She bullied me purposely. She's good for nothing but relies on Logan Mertens. I wonder why Mayor Cody has invited her to be the general director. Grandpa, she got the position because of her boyfriend. What can she do?"