Dumping My Billionaire Ex

Edwin stood with his hands behind his back, dressed sharply in a black suit, his face cold and serious, keeping others at a distance.

"Edwin." Christine bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't dare to speak out. She just mouthed the name silently. It turned out that when Christine came downstairs, Edwin followed suit.

Relentless in her standoff with Sharon, Christine only wanted to prove she was superior, not to suffer such a complete defeat. She felt utterly humiliated

Seeing Christine's deeply distressed expression, Sharon finally began to understand. So now it erases my concern. Christine, being from a wealthy family, wouldn't just let gossip swirl around her for no reason. Since she's aiming to catch Edwin's attention, I might as well help!

Sharon pretended not to notice Edwin and instead held Christine's hand. "Miss Galdon, you're right. Those singers and actors are justContent bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

just for the masses, not your league. Someone as exceptional as you don't waste time on such shows"

Christine was taken aback, Hearing Sharon call her exceptional, her first thought was that Sharon was mocking her. The more Christine thought about it, the more she wanted to prove her worth. "I may not be exceptional in my family, but I graduated from an Ivy League school abroad. Every Ivy League institution is prestigious globally, none of them ever fall out of the top five in the world!"

Sharon was silent, wondering. Does this kind of trash come from an Ivy League? All talk and no substance? Is the Ivy League she mentioned even real? But Sharon hadn't forgotten her goal, intentionally exaggerating. "Ivy League, that's impressive. I can't compare to you. The school I attended wouldn't even measure up to a grape ivy here, let alone Ivy League."

Hearing this, Christine burst into laughter. This girl is indeed clueless, mistaking Ivy League for something else entirely and inventing some sort of universities":

Hearing Sharon's joke, people around also laughed along with it. Some found her remarks quite funny, while others, like Christine, thought Sharon sounded silly. Sharon could tell, but she didn't care. Whether others thought her stupid or not, that was their problem. Pretending not to understand the laughter, she continued. "Even though I barely graduated from a mediocre university, I still managed to scrape by"

At that time. Sharon was too busy with live broadcasts and Bisney Entertainment to attend classes regularly. She only cracked open textbooks two weeks before exams, always just above the excellence line. Hearing that Sharon barely graduated from a mediocre university, Christine's confidence grew. She lifted her chin proudly and declared, "Despite struggling academically, I've mastered many talents. I'm a great pianist, with a professional violin degree, and a member of the Equestrian Association, Business Society..." She emphasized "professional, making sure Sharon understood the difference between professional and amateur. Then she listed off a slew of accomplishments.

Sharon felt like plugging her ears. "Shall we, Miss Gildon! Perform on stage. She gestured toward the piano.

This was Christine's chance to impress Edwin, but she also had no desire to stay with Sharon any longer. Just shut the fuck up! she bellowed inwardly and tilted her chin arrogantly. "Since you want to hear it, I'll reluctantly oblige. As if she was doing Sharon a favor. With that said, Christine hurried towards the stage, her steps quick.

Finally free from this sticky situation, Sharon felt a sense of relief wash over her. Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly. She remembered she had been busy and hadn't eaten lunch, now starving. She didn't bother watching Christine's performance on stage. Instead, she walked briskly towards the food area. Food was abundant here, all beautifully presented. Though Sharon wasn't one to fuss over her food despite her wealth, the sight of these artistically arranged dishes impressed her.

Sharon walked over. Immediately, a waiter lifted the cover off a dish for her. Sharon selected several delicious items and sat down to enjoy them.

In the background, Christine's piano piece was still ongoing. Sharon couldn't help tapping her fingers to the rhythm, admitting Christine played the piano quite well, which only served to enhance her appetite. Having eaten her fill, Christine's piano piece was spill not over. Sharon couldn't help but glance in that direction. There were quite a few people gathered around.

"Such a pity." Sharon sighed softly. This girl is unaware that sometimes less is more. As beautiful as the music is, hearing it repeatedly makes it background noise, losing its novelty, she thought to herself, turning away from the commotion, and slowly strolling around the food area.

As Sharon strolled, she noticed a table set with several glasses, which held beverages of different colors, arranged in a graduated manner from least to most. She suddenly remembered seeing someone on the internet create music by tapping on glasses. With this in mind, she asked a server for a fork and tentatively tapped on one of the glasses. Sure enough, the sound was good.

Sharon tried a few more times, discovering the glasses produced very good tones. A melody began to form in her mind. She squinted slightly, humming a song softly while tapping along with the melody. On the stage. As Sharon suspected, after listening to three or four songs in a row, the crowd started to tire of it and gradually dispersed to do other things.

0:23 AM C

A few people headed towards the food area. Upon hearing the faint singing accompanied by the sound of utensils, several people stopped in their tracks. Immediately afterward, they saw several waiters gathered, all looking at something, which made those people curious about it, and rushed over to see what was going on.

"Wow, that sounds amazing. The guests quickly recognized Sharon's fox mask and showed expressions of amazement. They didn't dare disturb Sharon, only looking on in awe,

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Sharon was lost in the music, swaying with the rhythm of the tapping, as if she had become part of the music herself. It wasn't until the song ended that she opened her eyes, still entranced. Upon opening her eyes, she was startled. Because at some point, the area around her had filled up people. There were layers of people inside and outside. She wondered when all these people arrived.

After a while, the listeners suddenly woke up from their musical trance and began to applaud. They looked at each other in disbelief, unable to believe how deeply they had been immersed just moments ago. It seemed like their souls had been completely captivated by the music of the Foxy Damon, making the experience magical.

Sharon was dumbfounded, and she couldn't help but look up at the stage opposite. The people who had surrounded the stage earlier were nowhere to be seen. Christine had stopped playing the piano, standing beside it. Despite the distance, Sharon could feel Christine's resentful gaze fixed firmly on her. Sharon winced as if she'd been pricked, silently covering her face. She had only acted on a whim. There was no intention of showing

off.

"Even before getting married, she already trying to step on other's glory" A woman beside Karna whispered quietly, her eyes tinged with mockery. Karna remained silent, lips pursed in agreement, clearly endorsing her words.

Meanwhile, Panny was positively gleeful She knew if Karma and Matilda were at odds, she stood to beneft, so she was keen to see them both embroiled in a bitter feud over this

A little further away, Ray's mother, Matilda looked on grimly with her husband, not approaching. Clearly, she had mixed feelings about Sharon's actions. "It means we just won, but it also means we caused trouble in public. Not a good sign, she pondered.

SIND OUT