Chapter 395
Cathy was stunned. As the team leader, it had taken her half an hour just to memorize the dance routine and an entire day to execute it smoothly.
However, Maeve had mastered it after only watching it once.
“How’s that possible…”
Dorothy was equally shocked. Their team leader needed a whole day to leam the dance, yet Maeve had learned it in mere moments.
Outside the training room, a few male trainees were peeking in through the window.
“Damn, the new girl has an amazing tigure, and she dances so well!–
“Too bad she’s married. Otherwise, I’d definitely go after her!”
“I heard she’s from the Scott family that went bankrupt. She should be 21, or maybe 22 years old?”
Zander wanted to keep watching, but Mason grabbed him by the collar, pulling him away. “Let’s go,” he said coldly.
“Just a little longer!” Zander protested, but Mason dragged him off.
silent.
Inside the training room, Maeve finished her final move and stopped. The room was sil
“Have you been practicing this long before?” Wendy asked, trying to keep her composure.
Maeve ignored her, and the dance instructor couldn’t help but praise her. “Marve, your dancing is excellent. Have you been trained before?”
“Yes, I have,” Maeve replied.
The Scott family had always been cultured and refined after all. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have caught Hailey’s attention in the first place.
As the daughter of the Scott family, she had to leam poetry, etiquette, and arts from a young age.
Although she didn’t master everything, she was exposed to a range of skills such as flower arranging, painting, and piano.
Even after her parents got involved in a car accident, she moved in with Philip.
He made sure she continued her education in these areas. For Maeve, learning was a routine of her life.
This was true not just for her but for everyone who came from wealthy families. Such education was considered a fundamental aspect of being a socialite.
Dorothy felt a little reassured, saying, “I knew it. She must have taken dance classes before. Otherwise, how could she…”
Cathy nudged Dorothy who then noticed Wendy’s expression darkening at her words. Wendy had also taken dance classes but lacked Maeve’s proficiency. “Hmph” Fuming, Wendy stormed to the back of the room, refusing to sit alongside Maeve.
The dance instructor clapped her hands, encouraging everyone to continue.
“Let’s keep going!”
Outside the door, Gaby saw the scene and nodded in satisfaction
After a while day of training, Maeve completed her regimen.
When it was time for dinner, Gaby once again found Maeve in the staff cafeteria.
Wendy’s eyes were full of jealousy as she stood up in the staff cafeteria and asked, “Gaby, why does Maeve get special treatment? Explain yourself!*