Chapter 431
Wendy beard Edward’s voice calling her name and eagerly stepped forward to introduce herself to Conner. “Hello, Mr. Jefferson, I’m Wendy.”
⠀⠀ “This is my daughter, Wendy,” Edward announced proudly
Conner offered a polite smile. “I didn’t expect your daughter to be a trainee here too. Nice to meet you, Ms. Owen.”
Wendy blushed at the compliment, feeling both pleased and shy.
Conner’s greeting was merely courteous. Before Wendy could respond, Edward swiftly pulled her aside.
“Mr. Jefferson, let me introduce you to our star performer. She’s the leader, Cathy Burns.”
Cathy approached, and Conner seemed genuinely interested. “It’s rare to see someone with such charisma in the entertainment industry. Ms. Burns, you might just be the next
big star.”
The surrounding crowd was taken aback by Conner’s high praise. Their astonishment was evident.
Maeve, however, was unfazed. It was clear that Cathy’s earlier approach was fueled by jealousy over Mason, and Conner’s intentions seemed aimed at using Cathy to get closer to
him
“Thank you, Mr. Jefferson,” Cathy said. Her face lit up with the prospect of a bright future as she was completely unaware of Conner’s true intentions,
Turning to Maeve, Conner remarked, “Ms. Scott, you’re quite stunning. Would you mind dancing for me?”
His tone suggested he was putting ber on the spot
Maeve was about to refuse when Edward interjected. “Of course, of coursel Ms. Scott’s dancing is the best among the trainees! Our dance instructor praises her every time!”
“Dad!” Wendy protested as she was clearly unhappy with Edward’s praise of Marve
Edward quickly reassured Wendy and addressed Conner. “Mr. Jefferson, if you’d like, you can see for yourself. Our trainees are incredibly talented”
“Wendy seems a bit upset. Why not let her dance instead?” Maeve suggested, subtly deflecting attention towards Wendy.
But before Wendy could respond, Conner said, “But I want to see you dance, Ms. Scott.”
The room tensed as Maeve had no intention of dancing.
Sensing the awkwardness, Edward quickly intervened. “Oh, I forgot Ms. Scott twisted her ankle yesterday. She can’t dance today”
Is that so? What a shame,” Conner said thoughtfully and glanced at Marve. “Then we’ll wait until Ms. Scott’s ankle has bealed enough for a performance. We can discuss the investment at that time.”
Conner was clearly putting pressure on them. Edward felt almost compelled to plead with Marve
Maeve responded with a smile, “It’s just a dance, Mr. Jefferson. If you want to see me dance, why don’t you just pay me directly? The company’s investment doesn’t benefit me personally.”
“Well then, how much would it take for you to dance, Ms. Scott?”
“I’m in need of money right now, How about five billion dollars? Maeve replied.