Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Chapter 104

Man, if only she knew, she would’ve waited a bit longer to give her a splash!

"I really want to give you a piece of my mind." Olga wanted to give Rosemary a scolding, but Yolanda was holding her back tightly.

At this point, Yolanda’s face was looking pretty grim, looking at Rosemary with humiliation.

The crowd had grown from a handful to a small group, and if things went on like this, they’d be the laughing stock!

"I’m sorry, it was an accident." Yolanda just had to bite the bullet and apologize.

But Rosemary raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with her apology: "Do you want everyone to see was it an accident or on purpose?" Yolanda had no choice but to humbly apologize: "I’m sorry, it was

my fault! I won’t do it again."

"Just stay away from me." After Rosemary finished her sentence, she ignored her.

Olga wanted to follow, but Yolanda grabbed her arm tightly and pleaded in a low voice, "Mom, please, don’t make a scene!"

"Yoli, why did you apologize to her? Why are you afraid of her? She slapped you twice; we’re the ones in the right!"

What Yolanda was afraid of was her plagiarism of the piano piece being exposed; that was the real problem!

Clearly, Rosemary already knew about her stealing the piano piece,would she expose her next?

The piano piece was found in a room where Rosemary used to live. Although it was just a climax part, the piano teacher hired by the Harris family praised it highly, saying it was so good that it made him

feel inadequate!

She searched online many times but didn’t find this piece, so she decided to compose a prelude and an ending to it and submit it. To her surprise, it was accepted and even won second place!

She went from a musical nobody to a musical prodigy!

She struggled to achieve her current status; she must protect her reputation. What’s a little apology?

Rosemary was fostered by the Harris family and learned piano and composition, but what proof did she have that the piece was hers?

Yolanda comforted herself: Don’t be afraid; Rosemary couldn’t make much of a storm!

Even if Rosemary insisted the piece was hers, as long as Yolanda didn’t admit it, what could she do?

In the end, Rosemary would be the real joke!

Just then, someone exclaimed, "President Jasmine, you’re here?"

Yolanda looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman with a strong presence and feminine charm walking towards them. She was wearing a women’s suit, looking both cool and stylish.

That’s Jasmine, the president of the National Piano Association!

She was a highly skilled pianist, winning many awards both domestically and internationally at a young age. She became president of the National Piano Association before she hit forty and was

revered as a piano master.

Seeing her, Yolanda quickly tidied her clothes and checked herself in the mirror. Under the dim light, the blush on her face seemed like makeup.

Realizing her manners were appropriate, she quickly walked up and introduced herself naturally:

"President Jasmine, hello, I’m Yolanda, and I won second place in the piano competition."

Jasmine had originally spotted Rosemary in the crowd, but when she went over, she found that she was gone and felt somewhat disappointed.

She turned to the girl who was greeting her. Hearing the familiar name, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Are you the daughter of the Harris family?"

She had heard from Rosemary about the unsavory people of the Harris family.

Yolanda was originally happy that President Jasmine knew her, but she didn’t expect Jasmine’s face to suddenly turn cold.

Yolanda was a bit puzzled, but she still managed to smile and say, "President Jasmine, I really dig your music. Any chance could I learn from you?" President Jasmine raised an eyebrow, looking a bit

curious. "Which of my tunes do you fancy?"

Yolanda was instantly stumped. She was just trying to show respect, but she couldn’t, for the life of her, remember any of Jasmine’s songs!

All she knew was that President Jasmine was a big deal, made a name for herself at a young age, and was admired by many piano scholars.

Some people nearby started to chime in:

"My favorite is President Jasmine’s ’Bud.’ It’s like I can immerse myself in a sea of flowers. I can even smell the strong fragrance of flowers through the music." "I’m all about the ’Melody of the Ocean"."

Seeing Yolanda’s face turn a rosy color and being at a loss for words, they couldn’t help but say, "You dare say you like President Jasmine’s songs with that kind of reaction?"

"I can play all one hundred and thirty–two of President Jasmine’s famous tunes, can you?"

"I wonder how you got to be in second place."

Yolanda’s face turned even redder. Embarrassed and awkward, she said, "Sorry, President Jasmine, I was so excited to see you, I got a little carried away."

Just as President Jasmine was about to leave, Yolanda quickly stopped her. "President Jasmine, I truly admire your talent. I wonder if there’s a chance I could receive your guidance. I promise to practice hard and not let you down!"

She thought Jasmine would be moved by her dedication, but Jasmine saw through the girl’s ambition and coldly said, "Sorry, I’m not accepting disciples."

Everyone around was stunned. They didn’t expect President Jasmine to reject her so bluntly. It seemed she really didn’t like Yolanda.

As the second–place winner of the piano competition, she didn’t even know President Jasmine’s music.

Yolanda was beyond embarrassed. Seeing that Jasmine was still about to leave, she quickly shouted,

"President Jasmine, do you have any other students in mind?"

Jasmine stopped for the third time; this time, her sharp gaze fell on her. "I do have someone in mind, but even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t pick you."

Yolanda’s face immediately turned pale. "Can I ask why?"

"Because I don’t like people from the Harris family." Jasmine bluntly finished, then took another look at her outfit. "You’re not suited for these clothes or these accessories. Queen Abby has personality;

wearing her pieces is simply ruining them."

People around gasped, taking a closer look at Yolanda; indeed, she couldn’t pull off these clothes and accessories.

Seeing Jasmine walk away, the onlookers also left. Olga stood there stunned. It took a while before she stepped forward. "What a terrible president! How could she speak so bluntly to a child? That’s way over the top!"