Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 319: 133: Stunning everyone! Instead of designing, it gets designed!

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As these words were spoken, the crowd in the banquet hall echoed in agreement.

Yes, yes, yes.

Viola Thompson should indeed get on stage to perform a duet with Dean.

Dean Legel is a world-renowned pianist. If an ordinary person were to perform with him, they would surely fail to keep up with the rhythm. Who’s excellent, who’s deficient, the difference is quickly clear.

It is said that the new eldest Miss Thompson just returned from the countryside.

In that rural area, are there conditions for learning piano?

Some remote areas don’t even have water or electricity yet.

“I’ve heard that some country people only take a shower once every few months.”

“I’ve heard that too!”

“This Doreen really knows how to stir things up. Originally, I wasn’t even planning on coming to the banquet tonight. I didn’t expect it to be this lively. It seems this journey wasn’t in vain.”

“Me too, me too.”

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was getting more and more active.

Most were like Sylvia Thompson.

Waiting to see a good show.

Upon hearing this, Dean nodded, “In that case, please invite Miss Thompson to the stage. Excuse me, where is Miss Thompson?”

Viola Thompson, who was suddenly mentioned, was a little dazed.

It had been a long time since she touched a piano.

Viola’s reaction was within Sylvia Thompson’s expectations.

And the others in the banquet hall were gloating as they watched her.

Mrs. Thompson looked at Viola, “Viola, can you do it?”

Viola came to her senses, cast a sideways glance, “Shouldn’t be a problem.”

After a pause, Viola seemed to remember something and asked: “Grandma, what’s the pianist’s name again?”

“It’s Dean Legel,” answered Mrs. Thompson.

Dean Legel?

Viola slightly raised her eyebrows.

Why did she feel like she had heard this name somewhere?

Seeing no one in the banquet hall responding, Dean Legel continued to inquire: “Is Miss Thompson here?”

Sylvia Thompson gave a faint smile.

Since Viola didn’t dare to stand up, she would replace her.

She wanted everyone present to know that only she could be considered the true Miss Thompson.

Just as Sylvia Thompson was about to stand up, Viola rose to her feet.

Watching Viola stand up, Sylvia Thompson curled her lips.

It seemed.

Viola’s courage was much greater than she had imagined.

She even dared to stand up.

If that was the case, then she would enjoy the show.

Viola slightly lifted her gaze, looked towards Dean Legel, and greeted him lightly, “Hello.”

Such a faint voice, so refreshing to hear.

Dean Legel, smiling, asked: “Would Miss Thompson consent to performing a duet with me?”

“The honor is mine,” answered Viola.

As she finished her words, she began to walk towards the stage.

Step by step, she walked towards the stage.

She was beautiful, clothed in a red dress, it was hard for one to overlook her presence. The crystal chandelier’s light reflecting off the green jade created a captivating glow, making her look royal.

As if returning to one’s beloved home.

“I didn’t notice this young lady before, turns out she’s quite pretty.”

“Her skin is so good!”

Hearing this, Doreen laughed, “Even courtesans in old times were prettier.”

What’s the use of being good-looking?

A person without brains is not even comparable to a courtesan.

At these words, a ripple of laughter immediately broke out. “That’s true.”

“By the way, can she really play the piano?”

“What can a country bumpkin know about playing the piano?”

“I heard Second Miss Thompson is quite good at piano.”

“One is the pampered daughter of a noble family, and the other came back from the countryside. These two, it’s pointless to compare.”

A wave of laughter filled the room.

Hearing these voices, Sylvia Thompson’s lips curled into a smirk.

The red carpet was very long.

Viola was walking step by step.

Like the moon amidst a multitude of stars, all in the banquet hall served as her backdrop.

Very quickly, she arrived on stage.

Seeing this scene, Edward Thompson frowned slightly.

He was eager to immediately pull Viola off the stage.

How humiliating!

It was so humiliating!

If word got out that his own sister didn’t even know how to play the piano, how would he show his face?

Not knowing how to play the piano wasn’t a disgrace.

The disgrace was pretending to know when one didn’t!

“Elder Brother, just look at her! You all spoil her, normally what I say doesn’t matter, but now how will we clean up the scene! She doesn’t even understand the five-line staff, yet she’s going to perform with Mr. Dean! Isn’t this embarrassing?” Edward Thompson whispered.

Mandel Thompson brow furrowed slightly, “Is our younger sister really that unbearable in your eyes?”

Samuel Thompson suppressed the urge to hit someone, “Edward, you’re going too far!”

Edward Thompson incredulously asked: “You guys don’t really think she can play the piano, do you?”