Chapter 15 The Little Mole
Soon, I became calm.
Over the past half year, I made some minor adjustments to my face to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The corners of the eyes and eyebrows moved slightly, and a teardrop mole appeared below the corner of the eye.
Applying makeup techniques that focus on different aspects.
As long as I didn’t admit it, I wasn’t Grace.
The exhibition hall was very quiet.
The person behind me stopped in their tracks, their gaze intense, as if they wouldn’t move unless I responded.
I couldn’t stand it anymore, feeling like two holes were about to be burned on my back, so I turned around.
It was him!
It was him! It was actually him!
Brenton Murray.
The one who had a big fight with Antonio on the day of my burial was him!
He was Antonio’s childhood friend and also an old acquaintance of mine. Later, I fell in love with Antonio, who took control of the Murray Group and shifted its business focus overseas. After that, we had no further contact.
Now suddenly seeing it, my heart was shocked, as if struck by thunder.
But I quickly adjusted myself and looked at him with a puzzled and bewildered gaze, then walked to the side.
“Grace!”
His eyes were crimson, mixed with some complex emotions.
I turned around and said, “Sir, it seems like you have mistaken me for someone else.”
Brenton: “I’m sorry, but you really looked too much like my wife.”
I couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of my eye.
What are you talking about? When did I become your wife?
I resisted the urge to argue and smiled, “You’re really good at joking, even mistaking your own wife.”
He shrugged and walked up to me, saying, “Sorry, I guess I missed her too much. Are you Melina? Are you also a violinist?”
Following that, there was a sky–high price, even higher than the usual cost of ten performances.
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