But he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I'll see you tonight."
"It's a date."
"When have I ever let you down?"
"But I overheard you earlier. Who is Mara? And who is Mira?"
Quinn possessed a razor-sharp radar for potential rivals.
"Eavesdropping, were we?"
"No, I just happened to catch a few words,"
Quinn pouted.
"Just two irrelevant nobodies."
She breathed a sigh of relief, but mentally filed away the two names.
The great diva Quinn had clawed her way to the top, cutting down anyone in her path. Nobody who stood in her way ever met a good end.
"Focus on your rehearsals. Don't mess up the show."
Her performance skills were genuinely top-tier.
"Don't worry, I won't."
Quinn sashayed out just as Zachary returned, having finalized the next phase of their plan.
"Mr. Lance, we have a problem. Superintendent Yates has been fired."
"What? Warren was fired? Who did this?"
Lawrence's maternal family was weak and lacked a solid foundation.
Even though he and his mother had clawed their way to control the Lance family, he constantly felt the lack of a strong network and solid backing.
The affluent families of Aethelgard were deeply interconnected, constantly competing yet relying on one another. None of them wanted anything to do with Lawrence.
His mother's history as the other woman meant that he, too, was looked down upon by the elites.
That was why he had invested heavily in propping up his maternal relatives. Superintendent Yates was one of his key assets.
Mira asked with a grin.
"I don't want trouble, but there's no need to hide.
Didn't Master Ellis tell me to learn from you? It's our own company's concert; it makes no sense for me not to go.
Let's move."
The area surrounding the rehearsal venue was inevitably swarming with entertainment reporters and bloggers, both in plain sight and hidden, all desperate for the next big scoop.
Right now, the internet was ablaze with speculation about Mr. Lune—no, Ms. Lune. What was her true gender? What did she look like? How old was she?
One day, someone would post a photo of an elderly man, claiming he might be Lune. The next, someone would upload a picture of a middle-aged woman, insisting she was the mysterious songwriter.
Countless photos of middle-aged individuals flooded the web, all labeled as the elusive artist.
Some netizens even joked, "Does Lune have the ability to shapeshift?"
It sparked widespread amusement.
But today, as the reporters snapped photos and scanned the crowd, they spotted a remarkably familiar figure...

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