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With no alternative, Selina mustered a forced grin and began her dance to Rosalynn’s playing.

Below the stage, Karina observed the unfolding events with a scornful sneer.

“So, the plotter wished to embarrass Rosalynn? She got what she deserved!”

“Indeed.

Is there any end to Rosalynn’s talents?” Valeria inquired.

“There is not.

Rosalynn reigns supreme,” Hutton declared with uncontained pride, interjecting before Karina could speak.

Valeria cast a glance Hutton’s way and remained silent.

Noticing her quietude, Hutton immediately drew her into an embrace.

“Don’t harbor any jealousy, Valeria.

Rosalynn can only be admired from afar.

It’s only natural for my wife, who is both beautiful and intelligent, to garner my attention,” he reassured her.

Valeria let out a soft laugh.

“So, what you’re saying is, I’m just ordinary?”

“Absolutely not!” Hutton protested.

Karina, eyeing the exchange, chimed in teasingly, “Oh, is that to say Rosalynn is a freak? I should tell her that.

”

Hutton paled and pleaded, “Karina, please, let’s not cause a scene, alright?”

Karina’s laughter escaped her as Valeria subtly tugged at her clothes, covertly mouthing the word “role”.

With a knowing blink, Karina grasped Valeria’s intent.

Valeria was suggesting she should use this moment to bargain for a role with Hutton?

She didn’t dare to say yes!

Yet Karina feigned confusion, quickly shifting her gaze toward the stage.

There, Rosalynn continued her accompaniment, picking up the tempo as the piece neared its climax.

The dancers were meant to twirl in a flurry of spins, but Selina, overwhelmed by the sudden acceleration, struggled to match the pace.

Cursing inwardly, she wondered if Rosalynn’s haste was intentional, a ploy to make her stumble and discredit her as a professional.

Selina clenched her jaw and spun relentlessly, while Rosalynn’s smile grew, taking pleasure in the immediate payback.

As Selina spun, Rosalynn’s fingers danced across the keys, the music flowing effortlessly from her touch.

Selina continued to spin, beads of sweat forming on her brow.

Damn it! Why couldn’t Rosalynn bring herself to a halt?