Chapter 1919


    Actually, she didn''t have to make a phone call at all.


    After finding an excuse to leave, she made her way to the garden.


    Romeo had already messaged her, saying he woulde over to join her for dinner.


    "Be!"


    Suddenly, a voice called out.


    Alma caught up to Arabe, "Can we talk?"


    She''d noticed earlier that Arabe was bored and didn''t want to stay in the living room, hence the


    excuse to step outside.


    Arabe didn''t have much to discuss with her. As she started to walk away, Alma said, "I''m not like


    Serena, I don''t y her childish games. Let''s wipe the te clean on the past. With Serena out of the


    picture, I think we could be great friends."


    Before Arabe could respond, Alma presumptuously added, "Even if we can''t be good friends, there''s


    no need to be enemies, right? I really admire you. You and Serena are worlds apart."


    Arabe looked up, eyeing her shrewd and confident cousin.


    At Mr. Eugene''sst birthday, Alma haughtily challenged her to a violin duel, iming they''d see who


    Jamie would take on as a pupil.


    They both yed a piece that Regan and Jamie had performed together—The Life.


    Arabe was clearly superior, but Alma, not epting defeat, insisted on another round, only to lose


    again and had to abide by the bet: she was banned for life from the violin world and could no longer


    touch anything rted to the violin.


    Could they really be friends after that "monumental humiliation"?


    "Don''t waste your time on me." Arabe walked away without giving her another nce.


    "Be!"


    Alma, unwilling to give up, called out again, "After what Serena did to you, and now that she''s been


    kicked to the curb by the Collins family, don''t you want some revenge? I know you always hold yourself


    above petty acts behind the back, but I can take care of her for you. I just don''t want to be your enemy.


    This is my olive branch, whether you believe it or not."


    "You think I''d buy that?" Arabe''s lips curled coldly. "How you deal with her is your business, don''t


    drag me into it."


    If it weren''t for the fact that she was the daughter of the Collins family and held in high regard by the


    entire family, Alma would never havee over pretending to want to be friends.


    It was because Alma couldn''t beat her, she had to retreat in order to advance, to gain her trust on an


    emotional level, and then to destroy her.


    Truthfully, Arabe disdained even exposing such petty tricks, but Alma didn''t know that and mistook


    her pride for aloofness.


    "Even if I can''t touch anything rted to the violin for the rest of my life, I''ve never med you. I was


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    simply outyed!" Alma shouted after her retreating figure, "Isn''t it better to have one more friend than


    one more enemy? Arabe, I know you don''t trust me, but I truly want to let bygones be bygones. We


    are family after all!"


    Arabe paused, turning her head slightly, her voice icy, "You and I will never be family."


    The blood of the Collins family ran through her veins but they would never truly be a loving family.


    Alma was taken aback, not expecting Arabe to be so blunt.


    "Keep being ungrateful, and you''ll end up just like her." Arabe dropped this line and walked away.


    Alma hadn''t expected Arabe to be so resistant and wondered what methods her brothers had used


    to get close to her.