Remington didn’t respond.
She went to the police station and, sure enough, it was a breeze springing Ynda out. By the time the
two got back to the apartment, it was 2 a.m. As soon as they walked in, Ynda wrapped Lizetta in a
hug, her voice thick with emotion.
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“Sorry, Liz, I couldn’t keep myself in check andnded you in trouble. Did you go to Badass Remington
for help? Did he give you a hard time?”
She wasn’t clueless; seeing Remington’s car outside the station, she knew it was Lizetta who had gone
to Remington for help.
“No, he didn’t make things difficult for me. Don’t worry about it, just go wash up and hit the hay.”
Lizetta ruffled Ynda’s hair, and after another tight hug, Ynda headed back to her room. But she
didn’t buy it for a second. Knowing Remington’s true colors, there was no way he hadn’t given Lizetta a
hard time, especially with her eyes still red.
If she had known Cassius could stoop so low, she would’ve kept her cool.
Ynda gave herself a firm p in the mirror as a warning- no more getting hammered. Some people
were just untouchable, and the next time she saw that poser Cassius, she’d make sure to steer clear!
The next day, Lizetta was jolted awake by her phone ringing. She picked up groggily, and an unfamiliar
male voice echoed on the other end.
“Maestro Adagio, right? Hello, this is Mr. Ernest. We’ve been in touch before.”
Lizetta snapped to attention, sitting up quickly.
“Yes, Mr. Ernest, I remember you. Is this about the advertising contract signing?”
“That’s right. We need to reevaluate this advertising contract, so we can’t sign it for now. Sorry about
that.”
Lizetta frowned, “Is there any problem?”
She had selected a fewpanies to advertise on Twitter, and the deal with Francesco violins was set
to be signed today. A sudden change like this usually spelled trouble.
“You haven’t heard? You might want to check out the online buzz first.”
“Just a sec.”
Lizetta hurriedly opened Twitter, and frozen for a moment. After she caught up with the whole story, she
was almost amused by the absurdity.
“I’ll handle this right away. Can we possibly reconsider the signing?”
“Of course, if you can tidy up the mess online, Maestro Adagio, we’re still very much interested in
working with you.”
After wrapping up the call, Lizetta hung up.
[To be honest, the piece is really nothing special. Maestro Adagio’s appearance is just fishing for
compliments.]
[Paying 200 grand for the first performance of such a piece? Evelina must be crying her heart out by
now]
[Violin solos should stick to the ssics. This mishmash of a piece is a total ear sore.]
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storm.
itter feed was full of such mocking and derogatoryments. And Evelina was at the center of
It was the opening plece at Evelina’s solo concert, recorded and uploaded online in its entirety.
Because Evelina had previously made headlines for paying 200 grand for the first performance of
Maestro Adagio’s plece, the video sparked immediate attention upon release.
Netizens clicked out of curiosity and anticipation, only to find Evelina’s performanceckluster, earning
ridicule paine. And this moming, Evelina had responded.
She posted Maestro Adagio’s piece online, iming she yed it exactly as written and thought it
sounded quite nice.
By doing so, and with a little help from her online army, Evelina turned Maestro Adagio, theposer,
into the scapegoat for her ownck of skill.
“Liz, did you see the trash talk online? I wasn’t exactly gentle yesterday; how can Evelina still rise to
y dirty? Is she like a cockroach or something?”
Ynda burst in, fuming. If only she knew, she would have hit harder yesterday, to knock Evelina out
for a dozen of days.
“After getting punched yesterday, causing a stir is just her style,” Lizetta said with a lightugh.
Seeing Lizetta’s rxed expression, Ynda blinked in surprise, “Liz, do you have a n for a
comeback?”