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Mason Knight’s
were bloodshot, filled with disbelief and shock.
He stumbled to his feet, hi
Star Warteady, as if his soul had left his body, and walked towards the stairs be
I didn’t let him off the hook
“Mason Knight,” I called
Softly.
He stopped rigidly, turning his
s calm as a still lake.
“How does it feel, to be reborn and discover thing you once believed so deeply was a lie?”
His steps halted abruptly, his tall body frozen in place. Then, incredulously, he slowly turned around, staring intently at me.
He finally realized that I, too, had been reborn.
“That’s right, I was reborn. Mason Knight, you are an utter fool.”
I let out a loud laugh, no longer bothering to look at him, and walked away.
Behind me, Mason Knight, as if grabbing onto a last straw, chased after me like a madman.
“Thud!”
He actually knelt in front of me in the bustling hospital corridor, right in front of everyone.
“Scarlett! Please! Please help me produce the new album! I can’t lose my singing career!”
All eyes turned to us, people pointing and whispering.
Just then, a calm, yet mocking voice spoke: “Well, well, what’s Mr. Knight doing? Stellar Entertainment’s album is now under Galaxy Music’s jurisdiction. Who are you begging here?”
I looked up to see Ms. Albright standing not far away, holding a fruit basket, looking unhurried.
Mason Knight looked as if he’d found hope, struggling to explain: “Ms. Albright, no need for you to trouble yourself! Producer Hayes… she’s willing to come back to Stellar Entertainment!”
Ms. Albright, hearing this, looked as if she’d heard the biggest joke.
She strode over, putting an arm around my shoulder, shielding me behind her, and looked at Mason Knight on the floor with defiance.
“Mason Knight, are you out of your mind?”
“Producer Hayes is now our Chief Producer at Galaxy Music!”
Mason Knight knelt there blankly, watching Ms. Albright and Scarlett Hayes disappear down the corridor.
Chloe Davis, she was a liar. Her ‘Innate musicality‘ was all a scam.
8:35 PM
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Mason Knight’s hands trembled as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, stumbling towards the hospital rooftop.
The night wind howled. He lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag. The nicotine stimulated him, clearing his head slightly.
Last life… last life, the notebook he found among Chloe Davis’s belongings actually contained no solid evidence.
It was just one page of Chloe Davis’s diary, accusing Scarlett Hayes of stealing all her credit.
It was because of that letter that he had developed such deep hatred for Scarlett Hayes!
But it was all fake. For Chloe Davis, that liar, he had caused the death of Scarlett Hayes, who had stayed with him for twenty years.
One cigarette burned out, then he lit a second, a third…
Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes, dripping onto the back of his hand, icy cold.
He truly was a fool, who had ruined everything.
Only after smoking an entire pack did he step on the gas and rush to Chloe Davis’s house.
All the way there, the images of being deceived replayed in his mind, fueling his anger and resentment.
Chloe Davis was a little surprised to see Knight, but she still gently clung to him. “Mason? Why are you here so late?”
But Mason Knight, his eyes bloodsho fake, isn’t it?!”
The
ist
quickly, a
cold, defiant smirk appeared on her face.
demanded, “Your ‘innate musicality, your ‘ability to see the soul of music‘–it’s all
Chloe Davis recoiled, frightened by his intensity, bur
“Yes, I lied to you. So what?”
“Whose fault is it for being so stupid? Not only that, my first meeting with you was completely planned by me.”
“There’s nothing you can do about it now. Instead of getting angry here, you should be thinking about how to produce that album!”
“Slap!”
