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Mia raised her head and asked, “Hi there, anything I can help you with?”
“Hi, I’m from the Literature Department and writing is my interest. I’d like to write a virtuoso as the female lead, so I’m looking around for inspiration.
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“I don’t know anyone from the Music School and I don’t dare to approach any one of them. But your caught my eye a few times. You’re not from the Music School, are you? Are you Mia Bowen?”
“That’s me. Come in, have a seat,” Mia offered shyly. “What would you like to know? I don’t know much about music, actually.”
“The thing is, that day. I happened to pass by the room, where you were playing the piano. It was beautiful. It was a children’s song, but I don’t think it’s a famous one.”
“Oh, that one. It was made by the director of an orphanage. It’s natural that you haven’t heard of it before.
“Did you come from an orphanage? Me too!” exclaimed the short¨Chaired woman. “No wonder you felt approachable when I first saw you. I’m Dana McQueen. Let’s be friends!”
“Pleasant to meet you!” Mia had a good impression of Dana.
Both of them knew nothing about music, but they didn’t look down on each other.
At the same time, Maya was bypassing the area downstairs. It seemed like something was weighing on her mind.
Blake, under her order, had investigated the background of students in every Music School one by one.
As long as the true Ms. Lane was enrolling in a Music School, Maya would be able to track her down one day.
It was only a matter of time.
After practicing piano, Mia left the building alongside Dana in the afternoon.
“I’m heading home for lunch. Let’s meet up next time.”
“Sure. Text me when you’re coming for practice again.”
Mia nodded and they went separate ways. Mia went home by cab.
As soon as she arrived home, Claude was there talking over the phone with Anthony on the couch. Noticing her arrival, Claude said, “Let’s wrap up this for now. Bye.”
Claude looked at her. “How’s the preparation going, Mia?”
“Good. I practiced piano this afternoon. I think I’m getting better.”
He smiled faintly. “Oh? Why don’t you play a piece for me.”
She did as requested. Although there was a lot of room for improvement before she reached the level of a professional, she was content with her progress.
The next day, Mia went to college first thing in the morning. The music show held a weight of significance.
Riley handed over the schedule to Mia, in which she was not surprised to see that name on the guest list.
“Timothy Barrett”
Other than him, there was another familiar name.
Claude’s name was on the guest list! Mia thought that she was seeing things.
However, he never told her about it before. Was it another person with the same name?
Dubious, she contacted him but no one picked up the call.
Strange.
But it should be another person sharing the same name, she believed.
Mia checked the decorations in the hall again. Once she confirmed that everything was in place, she felt the weight on her chest lifted.
“Mia Bowen, how dare you show yourself here?”
She looked back only to see Sharon and Maya entering the hall with linking arms.
Maya wore a triumphant expression. Although she couldn’t stop the property settlement agreement from happening. Sharon could.
Timothy could never do anything to his biological mother, could he?
The sight of Mia enraged Sharon, especially after hearing about the existence of the property settlement agreement from Maya.
God knew how much Sharon wished for Mia to vanish in thin air at that instant.
Sharon lashed out. “Who do you think you are, Mia Bowen? You could’ve just left after the divorce. How dare you set your eyes on Timothy’s shares and properties! Do you have a death wish?”
As soon as Mia noticed Sharon’s presence, she had foreseen what was coming ahead of her.
Maya, that bitch, didn’t have the brains for tactics. All she knew was to use Sharon to confront Mia.
A laid¨Cback Mia retorted, “I think you got your facts wrong, Mrs. Barrett. Your son signed the property settlement agreement first, not me, so the person you should be looking for is Timothy, not me.”
“Enough of this nonsense! I’m pretty sure you’ve plotted something to deceive him into signing that agreement. I’m telling you, not a chance!” Sharon pointed right at Mia’s nose.
Crossing her arms, Mia responded, “Maya tore that document yesterday. Timothy told me that he’d give me another copy. If you want to stop this from happening, you’d better look for him. He’s the one insisting it.”
“Mia Bowen, don’t forget what you signed when you first became his wife. You signed a divorce agreement. You won’t be able to receive a single penny from us. Don’t get ahead of yourself!”
Sharon fished out that divorce agreement from three years ago, snorting. “If you’ve forgotten about it. might as well take a close look at it.”
The document was tossed into Mia’s hands. Staring at it, she recalled what had happened back then.
At that time, her sole wish was to marry Timothy so that he could regain consciousness. That was why she didn’t show a tad hesitation when signing the divorce agreement.
Now, she simply wished to travel back in time to give herself a slap, to wake the past Mia from being blinded by love.
The moment a person took pity on a man meant the start of their misery.
Someone like Timothy would never get hurt.
A gloating Maya joined the conversation. “By the way, this is a copy. We didn’t bring the original copy along. Don’t think of ruining the evidence.”
Holding the document, Mia flashed a meaningful smile. “Not everyone thinks the same way as you do.”
An unnatural shift was evident in Maya’s expression. Sharon barked, “I think Ms. Lane has a point. That agreement should’ve never existed in the first place. It’s fortunate that she has torn it.”
Mia grinned. “It’s useless even if you give me this divorce agreement. As I said, Timothy intends to give me the property, so what can you do with this?”
Sharon was riled up. “I’m warning you, Mia Bowen¨Cstop dreaming the impossible! I’ll talk to my son myself. Maya, let’s go!”
“Okay. Don’t be mad, Mrs. Barrett. I believe that the divorce agreement has pulled her senses back.” After saying that, Maya intentionally cast a triumphant glance at Mia.
Maya believed that there had to be someone to teach Mia a lesson, but this was not the end.
When the music show started, something else prepared for Mia.
Mia clucked her tongue. She thought of discarding the divorce agreement, but the idea was immediately brushed off by the possibility of someone reading the content.
In the end, she kept it in her tote bag.
Honestly. Timothy’s property didn’t interest her at all. She said it that way simply because she didn’t want to see their gloating expressions.
Spinning around, Mia continued her inspection to ensure nothing was wrong with the decorations in the hall.
After all, the credits from this event were important to her.
Soon, the musicians arrived.
She recentered her focus upon Anthony’s arrival, fearing that the fussy man would pick on her at this crucial moment.
Riley approached him. “Mr. Jenkin, please check if there’s anything inappropriate regarding the decorations so we can fix it.”
Anthony’s sharp eyes inspected the area. His sharp tongue was ready to be on the move, but words stuck in his throat when he saw Mia.
He suddenly recalled her relationship with Claude and then made sure to control his expression. “It’s great. There’s nothing to fix.”
Why would he have an opinion when the design had received the green light from Claude¨Cthe boss-
himself?
Mia heaved a sigh of relief at Anthony’s response. It was fortunate that there was nothing that needed to be fixed.
Otherwise, she couldn’t guarantee a thing when time was of the essence.
The musicians went backstage to prepare for their performance. The guests were slowly filling the hall, and the media, standing by the sides, were in position.
Watching the scene herself, Mia suddenly began to feel nervous.
It was her first time organizing such a huge event on campus. Sincerely, she wished for everything to go smoothly.
Soon after, she noticed Timothy enter the hall. A group of middle¨Caged men were surrounding that tall man. He was so good¨Clooking that he kept drawing others¡® attention.