Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 583

Chapter 583

All eyes in the roof focused on Desmond.

Margaret clenched her fists nervously. After all these years, Desmond had never once backed her up. Toward her, he had shown nothing but irritation and avoidance.

“Professor, this dance wasn’t a joint creation,” he replied.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, and Margaret’s eyes glittered with joy. Laurer, stumbled back, her face turning ashen with disappointment.

“Pascal,” Lauren said to her husband, “I don’t care what you do, but even if I end up begging on the street, I won’t stay friends with people like this.”

She grabbed her purse and headed for the exit. Wearing high heels, she walked fast in her agitation and swayed.

Pascal hurried after her and caught her arm. “Slow down. You’ll fall like that.”

“I’d rather have a heart attack from rushing than stay here another second,” Lauren huffed. “Why did you come out? Aren’t you going to maintain your relationship with those people?”

Pascal helped her into the elevator, then said quietly, “The most important relationship I need to protect in this life is ours.”

Lauren paused, her eyes growing misty. “You believe in Rebecca, and I believe in you. Let’s go together.”

Their departure caused little stir. The party continued.

“Even so, you don’t have a chance.”

While they bickered, a girl suddenly cried out, “Oh my God! What’s happening online? Looks like everything is flipping!” Margaret quickly pulled out her phone. A flood of new videos had appeared–all rehearsal footage of Rebecca choreographing. There was a complete timeline for Deer Cry, from initial concept to finished piece. There were progress videos for the phoenix themed Rebirth and early sketches of the entire Classic of Mountains and Seas series.

The earliest records dated back to the troupe’s European tour last year, when Rebecca’s leg hadn’t fully healed. She had choreographed, coached both Desmond and the Soliaridge Dance Troupe’s female principal, Helia Adams, and even performed a section during that tour.

The old program booklet from the performance was still available. Everything had been thoroughly documented.

Rebecca had posted on all her social accounts, both domestic and international, with the caption: [What’s real can’t be faked, and what’s fake can’t become real.]