Chapter 1287 The Loser Barks Like a Dog
The guests erupted inughter.
Micha hurried over to help her daughter up, her countenance changing multitudes within. a few
seconds.
Oscar did indeed give Sonia a generous gift, which the young woman held with mixed emotions. After
all, not only had she been treated like a thespian, she even fell down the stepsically, giving
Emmeline a whole lot to be amused about.
Sonia pondered upon seeing Emmeline’s radiant smile and said to Oscar as an evil n. brewed within
her, “Grandfather, I can’t be the only one to offer you a performance at your birthday party. Abel’s wife
is also very talented. She should perform too, or else it wouldn’t be fair!”
Oscar hesitated. After all, Emmeline was the wife of the Ryker Group’s CEO. He certainly wouldn’t
want her to sing.
“Grandfather, you can’t be biased,” Sonia continued, clinging to Oscar’s arm and pouting.
“Very well,” Oscar finally relented. “For the sake of fairness and to avoid any appearance of favoritism,
Emmeline will also perform a piece.”
Hmph! Sonia shot Emmeline a nasty re. Get ready to be humiliated!
To her surprise, Emmeline readily agreed, “Sure! Since Ms. Steiner showcased her best talent, I will do
the same.”
“I’ve performed traditional Struyrian opera, a quintessential art form,” Sonia taunted. “Are you going to
dance, Ms. Louise? Grandfather doesn’t appreciate anything vulgar!”
“Why so agitated? Are you upset from embarrassment?” Emmeline chuckled. “I just want to calligraph
a few words for Grandfather. How is this vulgar now? Grandfather regrly practices ssic
calligraphy himself. What do you have to say to that?”
Sonia widened her eyes in astonishment. Emmeline knows ssic calligraphy?!
“ssic calligraphy?” Oscar was also surprised. “You know ssic calligraphy?”
“Not only do I know it,” said Emmeline with a chuckle. “I’ve even won awards. You’ll see it for yourself
once I write, Grandfather.”
“Won awards?” Sonia sneered. “Yeah, right! The only woman in the country who won an international
calligraphy awardst year was Aurora Winters. Don’t go thinking you can pose as her!”
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“I’ll let Grandfather decide once I’m done,” Emmeline replied with a smile. “If my work doesn’t meet his
standards, I’ll willingly ept the consequences.”
“How will you be punished?” Sonia smirked. “Go on stage and bark like a dog?”
“You?” Emmeline retorted with a charming smile, returning the mockery.
“You!” Sonia’s face turned pale with anger.
“Enough, both of you,” Oscar waved his hand. “Prepare the ink and paper. Let Emmeline. write the
calligraphy!”
Oscar’s personal assistant quickly instructed someone to make the necessary arrangements.
“Emma,” Abel, holding Emmeline’s hand, whispered, “You know calligraphy too? Why didn’t I know
about this?”
“Why should you know everything?” Emmeline yfully winked at him. “As your wife, do I need to
report everything to you?”
Abel sighed. How many identities does this woman have hidden from me?
Before long, the ink, paper, and inkstone were all prepared, and the writing table was set up.
Emmeline folded the paper, spacing the characters evenly, and thenid it out on the writing.
When an expert took action, it was easy to tell. Her preparations in advance gave off an aura of
confidence.
Oscar squinted his deep, eagle-like eyes and nodded in session, making a couple of hm-s.
“Enough bluffing,” Sonia remarked from the side, unimpressed. “You might look the part, but one slip of
the hand will expose you. Old Mr. Ryker isn’t easily fooled.”
Abel also felt a bit uneasy and whispered to Emmeline, “Babe, there’s no need to be pedantic and
prove yourself. You can skip writing this calligraphy.”
“Why should I skip it?” Emmeline pouted. “Don’t you see the stage is set?”
“It doesn’t matter if the stage is set,” Abel said. “How about I take your ce instead? I know a trick or
two.”
“Shoo,” Emmeline pushed him. “I’m being serious here.”
“So am I!” Abel was getting anxious, not because he cared if she embarrassed herself in front of
others, but because he didn’t want her to feel upset.