Billionaire Defiant Wife Chapter 791
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Gabrielle almost put her face on the window of the car, and she quickly shouted, "Avery, why is that person so familiar?"
Avery moved toward her and looked in the direction Gabrielle pointed.
"She is gone. I saw her just now." Gabrielle specially rubbed her eyes again.
She searched the crowd, but there were so many people that she couldn't find the person, "Who is she? I must have seen her before."
As she thought about it, the answer suddenly came to her, "I remember. She is Diana."
"Diana?" Avery frowned slightly. She did not expect Diana to show up here. Why didn't Diana leave Ancient Country?
"She is Leonie's sister. I thought I was mistaken, but it is Diana." Gabrielle still searched the crowd to prove herself.
Avery took hold of her, "Diana has been in Ancient Country, so it is not surprising that you see her."
When the car was about to pull up in the presidential palace, Gabrielle felt someone was staring at them.
Avery saw that Gabrielle was odd, so she asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
With that, Avery reached to her forehead.
"There is something wrong."
"How come?"
"Don't you think the presidential palace is too crowded again?"
"It's inevitable that there will be more people at the festival."
"Well." Gabrielle felt that she thought too much.
The car drove back to the presidential palace and stopped in the yard. A bodyguard helped them open the door, and Robert hurriedly greeted them. The two ladies still run around at this time. Didn't they know the festival was chaotic?
Robert sweated and was worried about them.
"Mrs. Howel, Miss Peters, Mr. Howel, and Miss. Black has arrived at the theatre."
The theater Robert said was in the backyard of the presidential palace. He made an invitation. Avery looked at each other with Gabrielle and then said to Robert, "Go ahead. We'll go by ourselves."
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Robert was stupefied, but he went to the theater to report to Mr. Howel, according to Mrs. Howel's orders.
Avery and Gabrielle rushed to the backstage of the theater, and the makeup artist was waiting for them.
In the theater auditorium, Maeve sat next to Evan, "Dragon fourth Master, this is my favorite play, which introduces the origin of white worms. But you know why white worms like to live in the thorn trees?"
Evan has been worried about Avery, so he did not listen to what Maeve was saying. His fingers hit the watch on his left wrist.
Maeve noticed that Evan did not pay attention to her words, so she had to say, "It's said that the white worm was a fairy in paradise before. Because she fell in love with a man, so she was punished for living in the trees forever. The man she fell in love with stayed with her every day. God was moved by him and turned the man into a tree to guard the white worm."
Evan frowned. Through ages, people liked beautification and deification. White worms were the treasures of Ancient Country, so it was not surprising to be deified.
Behind him, Robert came in from the door and whispered in his ear. Evan frowned and did not know what the woman wanted to do again.
Half an hour later, the curtain of the stage was opened slowly.
The play was about to begin.
On the stage, a girl dressed in a white shirt showed up. She lowered her head, with a pen in her handwriting a note.
"Dear Sean, I'll wait for you at Mansion 1 tomorrow. If you do not come, I will not like you in the future."
A couple who communicated with letters planned to meet each other for the first time.
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The girl said to herself with a soft voice and gave the note to a messenger.
While the messenger was on his way of delivering the letter, he was suddenly stopped by a woman in red. The woman quietly took out a pen and turned 1 into 7.
Then Maeve rose up from her seat with a pale face, "Stop! Stop them!"
The familiar music sounded. Today's play was related to white worms. Why did the play turn into her story?
The play was still going on. The woman in red went to Mansion 4. Finally, the woman in red was with the man.
Later, the man found that the letter was stealthily substituted. It was the girl in white who has been writing to him.
The man offered to end their relationship. The woman in red was in pain and finally cut her wrist.
That woman in red turned out to be Maeve.
Maeve's story was put on stage. She was so miserable that she held her head, and she felt like a sharp knife was in her heart.
She slumped down into her chair as if she had a nightmare.
Evan looked to the stage. Under the bright lights, the actresses were committed to the play.
Even if Avery wore heavy makeup, Evan recognized her at a glance.
He didn't know what the woman wanted to do. Was she not afraid that Maeve would be angry? Was she not afraid that Maeve would do something extreme to hurt the little baby?
After all, this was the most worrying thing for Avery.
Maeve had a nervous breakdown, but Evan's eyes have always fallen on Avery.
Avery smiled at him, and she used to dance to express the artistic conception of the whole play.
Suddenly she raised her hands mysteriously and patted her hands twice in the air.
The music came to an abrupt end, and the lights went off at the same time.
Maeve suddenly froze, and she stopped murmuring, looking at the stage.
At this time, a man holding a bouquet of roses showed up on the stage.
Maeve was so surprised that she covered her mouth. Was it he?
The lights shone on the man's body, and his white shirt reflected the warm yellow lights. He was the same as what he was in Maeve's memory.
But why was he here? How could he be here?
Maeve was too surprised to speak. The world around them seemed to be quiet as if there were only her and him on the stage.
The lights shone where the man went. The man was getting closer to her.
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