NovelGoldChapter 352 "Holy crap!" James shot to his feet, eyes wide with surprise. "It really is you!" Briony nodded. "Yeah. Honestly, if I hadn't seen that competition video of Ottilie, I probably would have forgotten all about it." "Forgotten what?" "I started writing my own music when I was about twelve or thirteen. My grandfather boughta notebook, and I filled it with all my compositions— probably a dozen or so. After Grandpa passed away, the Kensingtons tookback in, and I brought the notebook with me." James settled back onto the couch, still processing. "So... Ottilie stole your notebook?" "When the Kensingtons kickedout, they wouldn't lettake a single thing- not even my clothes. Of course the notebook stayed behind." James frowned. "Then Ottilie must have only found it recently. If the Kensingtons were as ambitious as we know they are, and they wanted to use your music to make Ottilie famous, why wait until now?" "That's what I thought too," Briony replied. "Ottilie probably noticed Rosita's comeback lately and used the notebook to negotiate a deal with her. That's how their collaboration happened." "Unbelievable. They've got snerve," James muttered, still indignant. "So what are you going to do? You can't just let Rosita and Ottilie get away with stealing your work." "Of course not," Briony said with a small, confident smile. "But there's no rush. I'll wait until the day Ottilie wins the final. That's when I'll expose both of them myself." "I like that plan," James said, nodding. "But how will you prove those songs are yours?" "They're my songs. Trust me, I have ways," Briony replied, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Don't worry, I've already got it all planned out." "Alright. If you're that confident, I'll stop worrying." By five o'clock that evening, Briony and James made their way back to Skybreeze Retreat.
Stewart had already arrived.
He'd brought along a chef he'd hired from a five-star hotel-a true culinary professional.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtStewart was hosting dinner tonight; from ingredients to the cooking itself, he'd arranged everything personally. Gwendolyn White had returned a little earlier and was sitting in the living room, playing with Little Nina.
When asked where Stewart was, 8 lyn explained he'd brought the chef over, answered a phone and then stepped out again.
"Good riddance," James snorted. "Frankly, I hope he just stays gone." A few toy boxes sat on the coffee table, clearly gifts for Little Nina.
Briony only glanced at them briefly, her expression unreadable.
James, not wanting Stewart to have things too easy, decided to call Ferdinand and invite him over, too.
He hadn't expected Ferdinand to show up with a whole entourage.
Along with Ferdinand cGarry, little Mario, and Carol.
When James spotted Garry, he was floored. He turned to Ferdinand in disbelief. "Mr. Ellsworth?" Ferdinand gave an apologetic smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr. Ferguson happened to bring little Mato seefor a follow-uot today. When you called, Ma
overheard and wouldn't stop begging to see Little Nina. Since everyonen knows each other, thought-why not all calong?" James was speechless.
Garry helddittle Main his arms and gently nudged him. nudged him. "Mario, be of dinner polite and greet Mr. Deet for you tonight."
Mario's big, dark eyes flicked to James. He blinked Inked once then piped up, "Hello, Mr. Delaney." James looked at that sweet, innocent face and just couldn't bring himself to be stern.
He reached over and ruffled Mario's hair. "That's a good boy Little Nina's over there-go play with her!" Malooked up at Garry for confirmation.
Garry smiled, crouched down, and set the child on the floor.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, little Madashed straight for Little Nina
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