Chapter 336


    "Cordelia, I''m here. You don''t need to get out, just head on home," Mna said.


    "Oh no, I need to swing by the office, so I''ll tag along," Cordelia replied, nning on seeing Ronan


    about this Samantha issue.


    "Alright then. Wait a minute for me while I grab my things," Mna said before hopping out of the car.


    Cordelia sat bored in the car, idly ncing out the window.


    The car was parked in front of a hotel, with vehiclesing and going.


    A white Alfa Romeo pulled up, and a woman stepped out, sauntering towards the hotel entrance.


    The moment she exited the car, her presence captivated Cordelia.


    She was the kind of woman that would catch anyone''s attention.


    Her striking features, her unique aura, and her self-assured gaze, coupled with her graceful stride,


    made her stand out. Her green velvet dress turned her into the center of attention.


    "This woman has such an incredible aura," Cordelia couldn''t help but admire.


    "She''s an actress, of course, her aura is strong," Tristi chimed in.


    "An actress? Who is she?" Cordelia asked, puzzled.


    "You don’t know na? Oh, right, you wouldn''t. She was a big deal back in our day. I remember


    skipping school in fifth grade to watch her movies. Even till this day, I remember them vividly, ''Emerald


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    Waters,'' ''Sails in the Wind,'' and my first onscreen kiss was in ''Pink Memories.'' Us girls would gossip


    about who she might be dating. Those were the days... I should get her autograph," Tristi reminisced,


    speaking more than she ever had in front of Cordelia.


    "Go for it," Cordelia encouraged, remembering that Edwin had mentioned na living abroad, and her


    return to the country was indeed a rare asion, "It''s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."


    Encouraged by Cordelia, Tristi quickly grabbed a pen and paper, and rushed after na for her


    autograph.


    When Mna returned to the car, Tristi was still not back.


    "Where''s Tristi?" Mna asked Cordelia.


    Cordelia replied with augh, "She saw her old idol and ran off to get an autograph."


    "Tristi''s in her thirties and is still starstruck?" Mna quipped.


    "It''s nostalgia," Cordelia replied, keeping an eye on the situation outside.


    Tristi was chatting away with na, who maintained a polite yet distant demeanor.


    After signing Tristi''s paper, na nced toward the car and noticed Cordelia. She seemed taken


    aback, furrowed her eyebrows slightly, then turned and entered the hotel.


    Cordelia wondered, what had she been looking at? The car? Something in the distance?


    Little did she know, na''s gaze had been fixed on her.


    Soon after, Tristi jogged back, beaming.


    "Did you get it?" Cordelia asked Tristi.


    "Yeah, I didn’t expect a superstar like her not to put on any airs." Tristi started the car, reminiscing


    about her old fondness for na. She still had na''s posters and stickers in her old songbooks at


    home. "Back then, all the girls in ss wanted to be her. I''ll show you my old songbooks sometime."


    "Sounds good," Cordelia replied with a smile.


    She suddenly remembered that she hadn''t yet replied to Sienna''s message.


    In truth, she didn''t want to help Samantha at all. After all, Samantha hadn''t lifted a finger to help when


    her grandmother died and had even added fuel to the fire.


    But ignoring a message was impolite.


    In the end, Cordelia replied to Sienna. [I''ll talk to her.]