Once, Pascal had proudly looked down on the poorly dressed and pale members of the Black Cat Opera. That was his self-opinionated idea of a winner’s superiority.

However, looking at all the beautifully dressed actors, who all had a healthy glow now, around Vicki, that superiority dissipated completely.

He even began to feel inferior under their stares.

It was obvious that the Black Cat Opera had most likely found a wealthy sponsor.

Just the opulent costumes alone would have cost tens of thousands of copper coins to custom make.

Hence, this theater must be rented by them instead of illegally occupied.

Pascal quickly smiled brightly. “Ahem, Maestro Vicki, why do you sound so distant now? Didn’t we have a couple of friendly conversations before? I’m Pascal, the maestro of Maca Opera. A few of your companions are even our troupe members now. Even if you have found a rich sponsor now, you cannot turn your back on us.”

The situation was quite different from what he had imagined. The promise that he had made to Bobby earlier was most likely going to fail. He had to try again. After all, his sponsor was looking at him from behind, he had to do something.

Mag curved his lips into a smile gradually as he watched them. The development was quite different from what he anticipated.

However, this maestro was rather observant and knew how to adjust his tactics to the situation. He wasn’t a hasty pig, but he really needed to improve on the way that he talks.

Meanwhile, Bobby couldn’t help shaking and clenching his fists when he heard Pascal’s words and saw the actors in opulent clothes.

He was so angry that he was trembling and he suddenly felt flushed with an icy cold sweat.

He felt as though he was suddenly plunged into an icy world stark naked and the real world had left him behind.

Did she… finally go and look for other sponsors?

In order to let the actors have opulent costumes, food and a stage to perform and stay…

But why didn’t she go look for him? Instead, she went looking for someone else?

He felt pain.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn’t speak.

However, it was fine that he couldn’t speak. Everyone in the opera troupe was very angry. They instantly exploded after they heard Pascal’s words.

They were just remembering their friends who had left them in those difficult times earlier and this culprit came to show off here.

Ibaka said to Pascal coldly, “I’m not hitting you because I want to give the audience a good impression.”

The noble lady at the side, chimed in. “But you’d better not let us see you outside of the theater, otherwise, your face will be split open. I promise.”

Pascal took two steps back in fear and he went pale.

These people… were scary after they had full bellies!

“Actually, I came to discuss with Maestro Vicki about our collaboration. We’re all in the same business. Everyone knows that there are only two opera troupes in Rodu. Now, nobody understands opera and if we can cooperate and let more people know what opera is, we can increase the market share. Isn’t that great?” Pascal said to Vicki seriously.

“Ha, not only do others not know about opera, I don’t think you know about opera either,” Vicki said coldly.

She wasn’t looking down at Pascal, but given Maca Opera’s standard, they were maligning opera instead.

The audience went to watch the opera with great expectations, but they had a good sleep instead. After that, they only remembered the good sleep and nothing else, so who would pay to watch opera in an opera house again?

This chap, whose brain was only filled with how to earn money from the audience’s pockets, was in fact, the cancer in the opera world!

“You can insult me, but you cannot insult my professional skill!” Pascal said sternly.

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“Discussing opera with you is insulting to this art form.” Vicki pursed her lips.

“Y-you…” Pascal was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

The Black Cat Opera group was liviing a rich life now, he could no longer see the desire for food in their eyes. It was obviously not practical to try to lure them into joining Maca Opera.

With Vicki’s attitude, it was impossible for these two opera troupes to merge.

Pascal said with a flustered exasperation, “Don’t think everything will be fine just because you got yourself a rich sponsor! You have to serve that rich man in the future, so you won’t have much time to perform on stage!”

Vicki turned cold and a hint of killing intent appeared in her eyes.

However, before she could speak, a low voice spoke up in the audience. “Shut up! You shut up!”

Bobby stood up suddenly and flipped the bench over. He clenched his fists and looked at Vicki with a tortured expression.

Pascal immediately chickened out when Bobby spoke out, and he cowardly said, “Young Master Bobby, s-she has already gotten together with someone else…”

“Get out of here!” Bobby roared at him.

Pascal immediately stood to the side quietly.

Mag and his family already began to munch on melon seeds as they watched the show unravel in front of them.

Bobby’s expression interchanged from pain, to relief, to confusion and understanding. The opera actors present even marveled at him.

Bobby said to Vicki lovingly, “Miss Vicki, so you actually knew so many rich friends. Why didn’t you tell me before? You must be afraid that I will overthink it, right? You always think of me. You’re so good to me and I like you more and more.”

“That works too?!” Mag raised his eyebrows and glared, as he tilted his head to look at Bobby.

“Ha, is this the so-called ‘deeply in love’ trope?” Irina also asked smilingly.

“No… this can only be called a bootlicker…” Mag said inwardly.

Vicki showed a slightly disgusted expression. She looked at Bobby coldly. “I already made it very clear that I don’t like you. Can you please disappear from my vision? I won’t let you off if you use such scums to irritate me again.”

Bobby stumbled two steps back, clutched his chest and said with a pained expression, “Don’t push me away! I just want to see you every day. You can choose the location, be it the forest, the desert, the lake at night, the grassland, the sea or the street’s entrance in the early morning. As long as it isn’t in my dreams again.”

“Go back and sleep early. You can have everything in your dreams,” Vicki answered coldly.

Bobby looked at Vicki in a stunned manner, his feet rooted to the ground. His tears already began to fall from the corner of his eyes.

He heard the sound of something breaking. Perhaps, it was his heart.

“Maybe he is better and more suitable for you. Go then, I’ll set you free…

“However, you have to remember that if one day you want to come back, I’ll be here waiting for you. Always.

“Your body is weak. Ask him to be gentle, or my heart will ache,” Bobby sobbed as he said.

“Get lost!” Vicki grabbed a stool at the side.

“Calm down, Maestro!” All the actors grabbed onto her.

“Let’s go, Young Master.” Pascal also helped Bobby out quickly. Bobby stumbled on his way out, looking very lost…

“He looks just like a dog,” Amy looked at Bobby’s back and said.

Mag nodded in agreement.

He ended up with nothing after all this bootlicking.