Reincarnated As the Enemy's Wife: Married the Rival, Bound by Revenge-Chapter 238: The Magic Patisserie

"That’s right. Angela, you blushed!"

Angela got a little annoyed. "Aren’t you the one who takes after Dad the most? You are the elder brother and will certainly marry before I do."

Then Angela took the opportunity to leave those difficult questions to Daniel. "What kind of girl are you into? Someone like Mommy? Will you love your wife as much as Dad loves Mom?" asked she.

Daniel never expected his sister would ask him back.

A series of questions stunned him for a moment. He didn’t know what to say.

The next second, Zachary spoke to Angela, "If you want to have a boyfriend, you should not only ask for my approval, but also your brother’s."

Daniel let out a dry cough awkwardly, his face blushed scarlet red.

The little ones also joined the conversation, "Yes, indeed. And you need our approval too."

"Yes! I will beat up whoever dares to break Angela’s heart," said Jimmy. "I’ll teach that person a hard lesson," said Tommy. "And I... I will reproach him till he regrets it!" said Andy. "Hahaha... "

Yvonne was exhausted after the morning meeting. Actually, every morning meeting was like a battle, killing her brain cells.

In order to treat herself, Yvonne decided to buy some desserts in the patisserie nearby, and she was going to bring some back home for the kids too.

The Shining Building was in the center of the Hiltonan CBD, surrounded by fancy shopping malls. It was not difficult to find a good patisserie here.

Yvonne had not visited this mall for a while, and she found a new patisserie.

Both the decoration and the name were quite special. It looked like a nice shop with style.

The whole shop was decorated in the color black, and the blue and purple lights made the place look futuristic. When she entered the door, she went pass a curtain of water mist. The style of this place reminded her of Emma.

"This shop has such a unique style. The owner must be a very interesting person," Yvonne thought as she went into the shop.

The shop looked pretty cool inside too.

Several different cakes were displayed on a minimalist-style shelf, a black forest cake, a triple chocolate mousse, and a piece of dark berry cheesecake. They were all

dark in shades, just like the decoration.

Yvonne observed for a moment and said, "I would like to have three chocolate cakes and two berry ones."

"Sorry, Madame. We only sell one cake to each customer per day," the salesgirl told her.

"Really?" Yvonne was a little upset. "Only one piece? But I have five kids," said she.

Hearing this, the sales girl was a little surprised too. She didn’t expect such a young lady would have five kids already. She thought Yvonne just graduated from university a few years ago.

"Please wait a minute. I’ll consult my boss for you."

"Okay, thank you."

Yvonne didn’t know why she took interest in this patisserie when there were so many shops in the mall.

The salesgirl had probably fallen for Yvonne’s charm. Although she knew the rules of the shop clearly, she still called the owner of the shop.

After a while, a woman walked into the shop.

"Miss Scott," several staffs greeted her with respect.

Yvonne cast a glance at the woman subconsciously. She was casually dressed in all black but looked quite sharp.

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Lacy Scott was wearing a black mask and therefore Yvonne couldn’t see her face clearly. But her bright eyes had revealed her character. She was just as cool as her shop.

Lacy talked with the staff for a brief moment and then a salesgirl walked over to Yvonne and said cheerfully, "Our boss had said you may buy more than one cake. Our shop has a purchase limitation because our boss is also our pastry chef. Every day, she only makes one cake of each flavor. But now she’s here to make cakes for you especially. Please wait for a moment."

Yvonne didn’t expect that the boss would take the time to make more cakes for her and felt very grateful.

"Please convey my gratitude to your boss."

"Of course."

After sitting there for a while, Yvonne couldn’t help but take some interesting pictures of the shop. She opened WhatsApp and sent those photos to Emma.

"What do you think? Is it your style? Let’s visit this place together next time," she typed.

Sure enough, she received a reply from Emma within a second.

And then Emma sent her an emoji of "okay".

Yvonne couldn’t help showing a smile. "The girl is such a character," she thought.

After waiting for a while, the staff said the cakes were ready.

When Yvonne opened the box, she saw a chocolate cake and a berry cake she just ordered and another three customized ones. They were exactly five ones and each was very cute.

"Oh my god! It is so considerate of your boss."

"Our boss has never broken the rule of purchase limitation before. She must like you a lot."

Yvonne wanted to pay the bill, but soon found it was a gift offered by Lacy. She didn’t need to pay for anything.

"I can’t just accept this. May I talk to Miss Scott directly?"

A staff said immediately, "Miss Scott has left right after she finished making the cakes. Madame, you must be Ms. Taylor. Miss Scott said she used to listen to your songs when she was still a student. Your "Queen" had inspired her to be herself regardless of others’ prejudice, and led her to her success later. That was how she opened this unique patisserie. She said she was really glad to make cakes for you and certainly wouldn’t charge you for it. She also wishes you can come again with your kids. And maybe someday, she might be lucky enough to hear you sing again."

Yvonne was so touched that her feelings were beyond words.

When she saw the cakes made by Lacy, she knew that she really put her heart into it.

But as for her songs... She hadn’t sung in years.

Busy with her parents’ company, her marriage, and her family, Yvonne never had the chance to further pursue her singer’s career in this life.

She almost forgot that she still had a group of fans who had been waiting for her to return!

After all these years, they were still waiting!

When she went back to Lord Villa, Zachary and the kids had not yet returned home.

Yvonne handed the cakes to the maids working in the kitchen and drove to another place right away, the Cobb residence.

Ralph Cobb had already become one of the most successful composers and producers in the music industry.

The top few songs stayed on the Billboard Angria Chart were all written by him.

He was acknowledged as a rare talent, and each of his songs became a trending topic once released.

But he no longer composed like he used to do. According to his own words, he would follow his destiny and write when the right person presented oneself.

However, over the years, he and Yvonne had maintained a good relationship. After all, they were very close friends who shared the same passion for music.

Yvonne wanted to talk to him because she wanted to sing once again. Although she had no intention to go back to the entertainment industry, she wanted to perform one more time, to sing one more time for her fans.

She wanted to say thank you to Lace Scott who offered her cakes, and she wanted to say thank you to all her fans.

However, when Ralph heard her idea, he was a little puzzled.

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Ralph was confused about two things.

First of all, Yvonne hadn’t sung for a long time. When she debuted as a singer, shew as already standing at the top of the pyramid. If she couldn’t outperform herself or even had any setbacks this time, her reputation would be ruined.

Secondly, he wasn’t sure how many fans she still had after so many years.

"Is it really worth risking her reputation and popularity to say goodbye to her fans?" That was the question Ralph was thinking about.

However, Yvonne refuted both of his points.

"First of all, I want to organize a farewell concert because I want to tell my fans I will not sing again. There’s no need to worry about whether my singing skills were still up to the level because I’m not going to make any profit from it."

Her second point, to sum up, was that both she and her husband were wealthy enough to consider the cost of organizing such an event negligible, and Ralph didn’t have to worry about the money at all.

When Ralph understood her points, he couldn’t help giving her a thump up.

"You’re simply amazing. I thought after being a member of the high society for so many years, you would more or less become obsessed with money. But I didn’t expect that you are still the Yvonne I used to know, headstrong and spontaneous, but in a good way. No wonder we became friends!"

Then he continued to say, "Fine. I will write you a new song as soon as possible." To be honest, over the years, he had never met a singer as talented as Yvonne.

Recently, he often recalled the time they spent together at the Arts Department of Zandia University. They used to practice and compose music all the time, but that precious period of time would never come back.

"There’s no need," Yvonne said as she took out a file from her bag.

"Here is a song, ready to be produced any time."

Looking at the staff, Ralph knitted his eyebrows.

"This... this... "

Seeing his confused expression, a faint smile flickered across Yvonne’s face.

Yes, this was a song his, but not one he wrote in this life.

When she was pregnant, her consciousness was lost in Zachary’s nightmare for a year. In that fantasy life, she became a top singer across the world.

Later, she realized that her health was deteriorating. Before she "passed away", she sang the last song for her fans. Her swan song was called "Vallisneria", a song Ralph wrote for her in that life.

Unlike the thrilling tune of "Queen" and "Sunspot", "Vallisneria" was a calm but powerful song.

However, the "Valisneria" in that life was tinted with the darkness of death and therefore had a melancholic undertone. So, this time, she wanted to rewrite it as her swan song for this life.

"This song... " Ralph found the song really familiar.

He didn’t believe he had read or heard it anywhere else. It was more like he could tell what was the next note like the composer was at the same frequency with him.

The person who wrote this song seemed to have written it exactly the same way he would do it.

Once he set eyes on the music sheet, those notes were imprinted in his brain.

He had never had such strange feelings.

"Do you feel familiar?" Yvonne asked with a smile.

"Yes. Who wrote this?"

"Would you believe me if I say that you wrote the song yourself?"

"Me? How is that possible? If I wrote it, how could I not remember?" he said with a nervous smile.

Yvonne said, "If not you, who could it be?"

She didn’t tell him her story directly. Such a mysterious experience shouldn’t be revealed to others.

Ralph clearly thought about something else.

"Who is it? How could there be a person just like me in this world? Won’t you introduce him to me? "

But how could Yvonne introduce the person to him? That Ralph was in another world.

Yvonne said, "You may see this person as you living in another world. Please rewrite this song. The original version is a little melancholic. Can you find a way to take away the sorrowful undertone?"