Chapter 420 A Pale Imitation
Time flew by, and seasons passed. It was now the snowy winter.
It felt like things had changed, but somehow, nothing seemed to have changed.
There was a gathering of entrepreneurs in Deux Banquet Hall at Lovely Heart Hotel.
The event was called “Spring Rain Charity Night”, and it was an event held in the coboration of
Spring Rain Foundation, Future Foundation, and Central Group Foundation.
However, this banquet was secretive and low-key. There were no reporters, and none of the guests
epted interviews.
Furthermore, there were fewer than two hundred guests. Most of them were prominent individuals in
the business sphere.
The guests trickled into the banquet hall and sat at their assigned seats. At the same time, the screen
on the stage yed a short clip produced by Spring Rain Foundation.
Soon, a young female host walked onto the stage and thanked everyone for attending the charity
dinner.
Then, she said, “We are honored to have Ms. Genevieve Rachford here to give us an opening
performance for this charity dinner. Later, her violin will be a part of the items for auction.”
After the host left the stage, the guests wondered amongst themselves. Who is this Genevieve
Rachford? Could it be someone else of the same name?
Everyone snuck a nce at one of the tables.
It was a table closest to the stage. People who had the privilege of sitting there were bigwigs in their
industries.
One of the men seated there was Armand. He wore a ck suit and had a mature charm as he
conversed with the people beside him.
Although he smiled politely and seemed mild-tempered, others could vaguely sense the coldness and
heartlessness beneath his amicable demeanor.
There was only one woman at that table, and she sat beside Armand.
She wore a white strapless dress and a luxurious diamond ne.
No matter how many times Armand changed his femalepanions in the past four years, she was
the only woman who attended various events with him.
That woman was called Sylvie sen. She was a top actress in the entertainment industry and had an
unshakable status.
The crowd nced at Armand and turned to look at Sylvie. Sylvie was beautiful, and her face
resembled Armand''s ex-wife.
At that moment, the lights on the stage gradually went out before a cluster of lights shone on it.
The stage curtains remained down, but the guests could hear someone ying a beautiful piece of
Sonata in E minor behind it.
The music was soothing, and everyone gradually rxed and winded down.
Then, the curtains parted, revealing a woman in a ck long gown who stood quietly on the stage. The
close-fitting fabric wrapped around her graceful figure,plimenting her snow-white skin.
She stood under the stage lights and yed the violin without a care for her surroundings.
Her figure glimmered like a mirage under the lights. It seemed as if she could disappear at any
moment.
Soon, the music came to an end.
The audience was still mesmerized by the lovely tone of her violin and only began pping when she
bowed, filling the banquet hall with the noises of their apuse.
Then, Genevieve got off the stage and handed the violin to one of the staff.
Later, apany director seated with Armand noticed Genevieve searching around for a ce to sit
and called out to her, “Ms. Rachford.”
He pointed to the empty seat beside him as Genevieve approached the table.
“Thank you. If you hadn''t offered me a seat, I would''ve had to stand awkwardly over there.” Genevieve
smiled at the director and took the offered seat.
The director smiled. “You''re most wee.”
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The guests at the table finally saw Genevieve up close. They looked at her eyes, which were shining
like crystals, and her exquisite facial features. There was not a w to be found.
Her high birth gave her a uniquely elegant presence.
On the other hand, although Sylvie resembled Genevieve and was beautiful, she looked like a pale
imitation of Genevieve when thetter showed up beside her.