Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 555

Chapter 555

Margaret even requested to modify some tnoves in the already polished piece.

At first, Rebecca listened seriously, hoping the production could keep improving. But she soon realized Margaret wasn’t offering genuine suggestions but simply finding faults.

Rebecca could spend an entire day or night considering one suggestion, yet Margaret would throw out five or six in a single day. Before she could digest the first, more kept coming.

Gradually, other dancers came to Rebecca with complaints. Margaret mocked others for dancing poorly and deliberately bumped into people during practice.

After one rehearsal, Rebecca asked Margaret to stay behind for a talk.

Margaret stood before her with an arrogant posture. Even though the purpose was obvious, she kept her chin held high and looked at Rebecca with utter disdain.

Rebecca spoke honestly. “Margaret, I know you’re very talented. But since we’re all part of the same team now, could you please put the good of the group first?”

Margaret gave a contemptuous laugh. “What? I’m surrounded by weaklings, and I’m supposed to lower myself to their level?”

Rebecca frowned. “It’s not cool to talk about your teammates like that.”

“Why not? I just tell the truth,” Margaret snorted. “And you’re the same. I thought this was supposed to be some legendary troupe led by a mythical choreographer.

“Turns out it’s nothing special. You’re just riding on reputation. What happened to the Swallow? Now you’re just an old hen, huh?”

Margaret wasn’t even 20 yet. Her frame was tall, her skin tight. She flaunted her youth and superiority right in front of Rebecca.

She took someone else’s creative work? Drove the creator away? Rebecca couldn’t possibly accept such a serious accusation. “Make that clear. Whose work did I steal? Groundless slander is defamation!” she said sternly.

“Do I really have to spell it out?” Margaret sneered. “You used to be lame. A cripple trying to choreograph? How did you even do it? Obviously, someone else created the dance. You kicked them out, took the credit, and became the star. But to the dance world, you’re a total disgrace.”

“Whose choreography did I steal?” Rebecca demanded.

Deer Cry had been hers from concept to stage. She knew every dancer involved. Only a couple had left the troupe.

Margaret wouldn’t call a corps de ballet member the original creator, so it had to be either Desmond or Willow