The Wealthy Divorcee

Violin Goddess

Although they were from different circles, the high society of New York was small, so everyone would more or less cross paths with each other. Thus, Mark and Chris knew each other.

When Chris saw Mark, he naturally saw Rex as well. Chris tipped his glass as a gesture. "What a coincidence, Mr. Martinez."

Mark saw that Jenna and Stella were sitting with Chris so he figured that they were here together. Mark turned and pulled Rex to sit at their table.

"Let's play a game together. You won't mind, right, Mr. Avila?" Chris did not answer and turned to look at Jenn. "My queen, do you mind?"

Jenna stood up insouciantly. "Help yourselves, I'm going downstairs to watch the band." Stella immediately followed suit. "Let's go! It's so suffocating sharing the same space with such pests."

Alexa took three bottles of fine wine and said, "I:m coming too!"

Rex watched as Jenn disappeared down the stairs before he withdrew his gaze and glanced at Chris.

"Mr. Avila, what's your relationship with Jenna?" Chris tilted his head and chuckled. "A friend."

"Mark.."

"How can her kind be friends with you? Mr. Avila, don't be fooled by her.." Before Mark could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Rex.

Chris's gaze grew cold as he looked at Mark. "And what kind is she? Mr. Martinez, do you know her very well?"

"I." Mark was rendered speechless. Rex did not come to his rescue, so he felt annoyed because he could not tell Chris about all the despicable things Jenna did.

The loud music downstairs ignited the atmosphere in the bar.

A familiar song from "The Millenia" resurfaced after three years, immediately arousing the enthusiasm and passion of the crowd. Everyone cheered, swayed, and looked up at the people on stage.

Mark sighed in disbelief. "Didn't The Millenia retire? Why are they here? I heard that they even rejected an eight-figure offer to perform in a private show,
but they came to this bar?"

There were three people in this band, but only two showed up. However, these two were already enough to incite the crowd's excitement and passion as they controlled the energy of the venue.

Stella was screaming and shouting at the bottom of the stage and did not notice that Alexa had already brought Jenna backstage.

"There are three minutes until this song is over. Jay just had an appendectomy, so he couldn't make it. Without the violin, the song will lose its soul. The last song needs a violin accompaniment by the bassist. There's no one else but you now, so go!" Jenna was shocked. "Me?! "

"You're the only one who has played with them before, so of course, it's you. Do you really want them to be a failure? They're here because of you. Plus, don't you want to get back your old feeling?"

The music was deafening. Those familiar memories made Jenna feel exhilarated. She smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go on."

Everyone cheered loudly for the band. Their bodies swayed to the rhythm, and everyone was exuberant.

No one noticed that Jenna carried a violin in her left hand while she held her flowing dress with her other hand as she stepped onto the stage.

The lights suddenly dimmed, leaving only a beam of light on the stage.

John and Ryker who were part of the band, lit up when they saw Jenna. The bassist, Ryker, started the rhythm. The best part about this piece lay in
the bassist and violinist duet, which was an absolutely divine pairing. If they were not equal, the song would lose its soul. Ryker passionately took over the melody, just enough to invigorate the crowd.

In the next second, a delicate, mellow sound of the violin seamlessly integrated into the bass. When the drums stopped abruptly, the violin suddenly sounded bold, rich, and deep. Everyone was astonished to see the woman on stage looking so cool and valiant. The violin in her hands sounded so magical and in tune, which matched her very distinctive style.

Everyone was so immersed in the music when the drums suddenly joined in again. There was a tacit understanding between the drummer and violinist as they synchronized their rhythm. The stark contrast between the intensity of the drums and the softness of the violin formed a beautiful medley.

After the short two-minute performance, the crowd's screams were even more thunderous and
deafening than before.

"Ah!! My Goddess!"

"Violin goddess!" On the second floor, the shock that flashed through Rex's eyes was undisguised.