DDV SYL (2025)

15/05/2025

The husband said, "You're nobody to me!" — at the notary, the wife showed who was really in charge
Irina nervously fiddled with the wooden bead rosary — a gift from her daughter from Bali. Thirty-five years of marriage with Vladimir had become a kaleidoscope of memories: here they are, young, in a dormitory, making soup from a single potato; here she is, sewing orders at night while he finishes his studies; here is their first apartment, renovated by themselves; here is the birth of their daughter...
And always, absolutely always, she stood half a step behind.
"You know, I have the right to dispose of our property as I see fit," Vladimir's voice was deceptively calm, as it always was when he was about to explode.
"Vova, but we agreed..." Irina tried not to let the tremor in her voice show. "The dacha is ours, together..."
"Ours?" Her husband raised an eyebrow theatrically. This habit had appeared about fifteen years ago, along with his first gray hairs and his position as head of the department. "Who paid for it? Who built it? Who took out loans?"
"I worked all my life too!" Irina slammed the cup onto the table so sharply that tea spilled onto the tablecloth. At another time, she would have rushed to wipe it up, but not now. "And we built the dacha together. By the way, I did all the gardening!"
"Gardening!" Vladimir laughed as if he had heard a joke. "You're seriously comparing your tomatoes with my investments?"
"Listen, Ira, no hysterics. Tomorrow we’re going to the notary, and I’m giving the dacha to Sergey."
"To your nephew?" Irina felt everything inside her freeze. "What about our daughter? The grandchildren?"
"Your sister’s son is family too. Besides, he has a business, he’ll keep it and multiply it."
"But why now? Why behind my back?"
Vladimir got up from the table and looked down at his wife condescendingly.
"Because I decided so. And no need to make a scene. Tomorrow at eleven, at the notary."
"You can be there if you want, but the decision will be mine," he paused and added, as though hammering in a nail: "After all, legally, you're nobody to me. We didn’t even officially register, if you’ve forgotten. Just thirty-five years of cohabitation."
Irina did not expect this blow. They had indeed lived together for many years, but then they got married! Though that moment in their family history had somehow faded, become dull — there was no white dress, no honeymoon. They simply signed papers at the registry office before their daughter was born.
When the bedroom door closed behind Vladimir, Irina stayed in the kitchen, staring at one point. Hurt and helplessness overwhelmed her. Had she really been just a convenient housekeeper all these years? "You're nobody to me" — these words burned like hot iron.
She couldn’t sleep. At three in the morning, Irina gave up, got up, and turned on the computer. With trembling fingers, she typed into the search engine: "Spousal rights to joint property."
By eight in the morning, Irina was already standing at the door of the legal consulting office, nervously glancing at the clock.
The night spent reading legal articles had left bruises under her eyes but had brought an unexpected discovery: she knew catastrophically little about her rights.
"Hello, are you here for Anna Sergeyevna?" The young secretary greeted her with a smile. "Please, go in, she’s expecting you."
Anna Sergeyevna, a petite woman in her forties in a formal suit, listened attentively to Irina’s confused story without interrupting.
"So, you're saying the marriage is registered, but your husband claims otherwise?"
"Yes, I even doubted it... So many years have passed. But I found the certificate in an old box."
"And when was the dacha acquired?"
"We started building it in '96. We bought the land a year earlier."
Anna Sergeyevna quickly wrote something down.
"So, you were already officially married. And whose name is the property in?"
"Vladimir’s," Irina lowered her head. "It was easier back then... He insisted."
"But did you contribute money? Did you participate in the construction?"
"Of course! I worked as a teacher and gave all my salary. In the summer, we built it together: I did the plastering, the painting. Then I landscaped the yard, planted a garden..."
The lawyer nodded and took a folder of documents from her desk.
"Irina Nikolaevna, listen carefully. According to the law, property acquired during the marriage is considered jointly owned, regardless of whose name it is in. Your husband cannot dispose of the dacha without your consent."
"Really?" Irina felt a lump rise in her throat.
"Moreover," Anna Sergeyevna leaned closer, "if you have receipts of payments, photos of the construction, witness statements — all of that will strengthen your case."
Two hours later, Irina left the office with a folder of documents and a clear action plan. Inside, a spark was igniting, something she hadn’t felt in years. The whole way home became a mental inventory: photo albums, old receipts in a box in the attic, bank statements...
"Where have you been?" Vladimir didn’t even look up from his newspaper when she walked in. "Is lunch not ready?"

15/05/2025

Grigory set up his wife and had her thrown into prison, taking all her money. But gathering all her strength, she prepared a surprise for him.
Margot kept her eyes fixed on the door. Finally, the day had come when she could get her revenge on her husband. Her eyes sparkled with a sinister gleam. How long had she waited for this moment!
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Margot realized that her hour had come. Two whole years she had waited for this moment, and now her heart was ready to leap from her chest.
On the bed lay clothes, neatly stacked in a pile. Nearby stood a bag to pack everything into. A woman in uniform entered the room to es**rt her.
Margot quickly packed her things and hurriedly left the cell.
“She can’t wait to meet her lover,” sneered the warden, walking behind her.
Margot didn’t respond. She walked with her head held high, no longer paying attention to the gossip behind her back. She had endured many trials, but now she was ready to take revenge on those who had wronged her.
She looked ahead, but the events of three years ago flashed before her eyes.
Margot and Grisha were successful businesspeople. When they got married, their business began to prosper. Success went to their heads, and their family life began to fall apart. Margot knew about all her husband's affairs, but for the sake of the business, she tolerated everything. It hurt, but she still remembered her husband as he had been when they met. Back then, they were just two ordinary people, in love with each other. But over the years, that love had disappeared, giving way to habit.
Margot trusted her husband. She signed all the documents he handed her without looking at them. It so happened that this played against her. Her whole successful and happy life vanished in one day.
That day, she was accused of major financial fraud and hiding funds, and she ended up in prison. Her own husband set her up by providing fake documents. The trial didn’t last long. Her husband testified against her, and she was not given a good lawyer. Most likely, her husband bribed someone because the trial was wrapped up too quickly, and all the blame was placed on her. She didn’t even have time to understand what was happening. The shock of it all kept her paralyzed for a long time. When she was sentenced to five years, she finally snapped out of it, but it was already too late. In prison, during her two years of incarceration, she managed to change. She was no longer the frightened girl who couldn’t stand up for herself. She had developed a strength within herself. For her good behavior, she was released early. Now, she thirsted for revenge, and Grisha was the main target of her new identity.
Margot thought about all of this while her things were being handed to her. The warden slapped her on the shoulder.
“Good luck!”
When Margot found herself outside the prison gates, she couldn’t take a single step. Fear once again paralyzed her. For two whole years, she had been planning her revenge, and now she was afraid whether she could actually do what she had been longing for. She stood there for about five minutes, and then she saw a familiar figure approaching. Her body immediately went limp. Thank God, he was here! She ran to meet him. He also quickened his pace. A few moments later, they met, and the man embraced her.
“Margot, I can’t believe this moment has come!” he exclaimed, burying his face in her neck and nervously laughing. But he had been waiting for this moment just as much as she had.
It was Artyom, her husband’s friend. Right after she was sentenced, he began visiting her in prison. He believed in her innocence and knew that Grisha wasn’t as innocent as he seemed. Another important factor was that Artyom had long had feelings for Margot, but he had never spoken about his affection. Only a year after his visits did he confess his feelings to her. By that time, Margot had already begun to feel more than just gratitude for him. They had fallen in love. She was in prison, and he was free. Now, nothing could stop these lovers.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t come for me,” the woman whispered, and the man hugged her even tighter.
“How could I leave you? I’ll never let you go again!” he replied.
Margot inhaled his scent and sighed contentedly.
While she was in prison, she had started learning some interesting things with Artyom’s help. Artyom was a close friend of Grisha, and he knew some details about his schemes. It was Artyom who told her that Grisha had set everything in motion because of his mistress, who wanted to claim part of the business that belonged to Margot. With her help, her husband had planned and carried out his dirty deeds.
When Margot learned this, she swore to get revenge, and Artyom helped her in this. He often visited Margot and Grisha’s house, and her husband never suspected anything between them. He didn’t keep track of Margot’s condition in prison, so he didn’t know about Artyom’s visits.
After the trial, he divorced Margot, and now he didn’t care about her fate.
“Let’s get out of here, I need to take a shower after these walls. I feel like I’m soaked in that rotten prison smell,” Margot wrinkled her nose.
Artyom laughed.
“What are you talking about? You smell better than all the women in the world.” He kissed her on the forehead and released her from his embrace. Margot laughed, enjoying the sound of her own laughter.
Now she was free, and her fate was in her hands. She could laugh whenever she wanted, without fearing the angry warden’s shouting. They took each other’s hands and walked toward the car parked nearby.
Margot dreamed of a hot shower and a cup of coffee. Some time later, she was sitting in a chair at Artyom’s house. Her hair was wet, she was wrapped in a fluffy robe, holding a cup of coffee. She took the first sip with pleasure and then blissfully closed her eyes.
When the coffee was finished, she firmly placed the cup on the coffee table and said:
“Now I want you to show me those documents. I need to make sure everything went as we planned.”
Margot impatiently clenched her fists, and Artyom looked at her intently. This woman had driven him crazy for a long time. He had kept his feelings inside for so many years. His sister worked at Margot and Grisha’s company, so he often visited their home and stopped by their office. He told everyone he wanted to see his sister, but in reality, he needed Margot. He loved watching her in a business suit, holding documents in her hands. She made him feel a thrill that no other woman had ever caused him in his life. And now, Margot was sitting in his chair and wearing his robe — this was true happiness.
He took several documents from a small safe in the wardrobe and handed them to Margot. She accepted them with a smile, knowing that this was the end for Grisha. It felt so good to hold his fate in her hands.
She smiled at Artyom again.
“Tell me, please, how everything happened. In prison, I couldn’t ask you about the details..

15/05/2025

After dropping his mistress from the car, Buchin tenderly said goodbye to her and drove home. At the building’s entrance, he paused for a second, mentally weighing everything he would say to his wife. Then he climbed the stairs and unlocked the door.
“Hi,” said Buchin. “Vera, are you home?”
“Home,” his wife replied in a phlegmatic tone. “Hi. So, shall we go fry some escalope?”
Buchin resolved to act immediately—confidently, sharply, like a real man! He needed to put an end to his double life before his mistress’s kisses cooled on his lips, before he was sucked back into the common mire.
“Vera,” Buchin cleared his throat, “I’m here to tell you… that we need to break up.”
Vera received the news with remarkable calm. It was nearly impossible to unsettle Vera. Once, Buchin had even teased her by calling her “Cold Vera.”
“So what?” Vera asked at the kitchen doorway. “Does that mean I won’t fry the escalope?”
“It’s up to you,” said Buchin. “Fry it if you want, don’t if you don’t. I’m leaving for another woman.”
After such a declaration, most wives would pounce on their husbands with a frying pan or launch into a furious scene. But Vera was not like most.
“Oh, what a load of nonsense,” she said. “Did you bring my boots from the repair shop?”
“No,” Buchin stammered. “If it matters so much to you, I’ll go to the workshop right now and fetch them!”
“Oh-ho-ho…” Vera murmured. “That’s just like you, Buchin. You send a fool for boots—and he brings the old ones.”
Buchin was offended. He felt that his explanation for ending their marriage was going awry. It lacked emotion, passion, and angry denunciations! Though what else could one expect from his wooden wife, nicknamed Cold Vera?
“It seems, Vera, that you’re not listening to me!” said Buchin. “I’m officially declaring that I’m leaving for another woman—I’m abandoning you, and you’re fussing about some boots!”
“Exactly,” said Vera. “Unlike you, I can leave anywhere. Your boots aren’t even at the repair shop. Why not just wear them?”
They had lived together for a long time, yet Buchin still couldn’t tell when his wife was being ironic and when she was serious. In time, he had fallen for Vera because of her even temperament, non-confrontational nature, and laconic speech. Plus, Vera’s resourcefulness and her firm, pleasing curves had played a significant role.
Vera was reliable, loyal, and as cool as a thirty-ton ship’s anchor. But now, Buchin loved another. He loved her hotly, sinfully, and sweetly! Therefore, he needed to dot the i’s and cross the t’s and pack up his fishing rods for a new life.
“And so, Vera,” said Buchin with a note of solemnity, sorrow, and regret, “I am grateful to you for everything, but I’m leaving, because I love another woman. And I don’t love you.”
“Well, that’s astonishing,” said Vera. “He doesn’t love me, you half-wit! For example, my mother loved the neighbor, and my father loved dominoes and vodka. And so? Look at how wonderful I turned out.”
Buchin knew that arguing with Vera was extremely difficult. Every word from her hit like a weight. All his initial fervor had evaporated; he no longer felt like causing a scene.
“Vera, you truly are wonderful,” Buchin said sardonically. “But I love another. I love her hotly, sinfully, and sweetly. And I intend to leave for her, you understand?”
“Another—who?” asked his wife. “Natashka Krapivina, perhaps?”
Buchin recoiled. A year ago, he had indeed had a secret affair with Krapivina, but he hadn’t even suspected that Vera knew her!
“And how did you come by her…?” he began, then hesitated. “Never mind. No, Vera, I’m not talking about Krapivina.”
Vera yawned.
“Then perhaps, Svetlana Burbulyovskaya? Is that who you fancied?”
A chill ran down Buchin’s spine. Burbulyovskaya had also been his mistress, but that was in the past. And if Vera knew, why had she kept silent? Ah yes, she was as hard as stone—you couldn’t get a word out of her.
“You guessed wrong,” said Buchin. “Not Burbulyovskaya and not Krapivina. It’s a completely different, delightful woman—the pinnacle of my dreams. I can’t live without her and I intend to leave for her. And don’t dissuade me!”
“Then, most likely, it’s Maika,” said his wife. “Oh, Buchin-Buchin… you’re truly a cracked-up organic. You’re an open secret to me. The pinnacle of your dreams is Maya Valentinovna Gusyayeva. Thirty-five years old, one child, two abortions… Right?”
Buchin grabbed his head. The remark hit the mark! He had been carrying on a romance with Maya Gusyayeva.
“But how?” stuttered Buchin. “Who betrayed us? Were you spying on me or something?”
“Elementary, Buchin,” said Vera. “My dear, I am an experienced gynecologist. I have examined all the women in this damn city, while you were just a small part of them. I only had to look in the right place to know you were there, you pea-brained fool!”
Buchin clenched his fist.
“Suppose you guessed correctly!” he said matter-of-factly. “Even if it’s Gusyayeva, that doesn’t change anything—I’m leaving for her.”
“You dummy, Buchin,” said Vera. “At least, out of curiosity, you should have asked me! By the way, nothing extraordinary has been found in Gusyayeva; she’s just like all the other women, as I say, being a doctor. And have you seen the medical history of your pinnacle of dreams?”
“N-no…” he admitted.
“Exactly! First, immediately go take a shower. Second, tomorrow I’ll call Semyonych so he can get you into the dispensary without delay,” said Vera. “And then we’ll talk. It’s a disgrace: the husband of a gynecologist can’t even find a healthy woman for himself!”
“And what am I supposed to do?” Buchin asked plaintively.
“I’m off to fry escalope,” said Vera. “You go wash up and do whatever you want. If you want the pinnacle of dreams without any health issues—just let me know, and I’ll give you a recommendation…”
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15/05/2025

CEO'S Chosen Bride 🧖🏪
🍦Season 15 Episode 23🍦
Ava’s words made Barbara’s heart sink “Becky was intentionally causing a scene at the restaurant, upsetting all the guests. Now she’s cleaning up over there.” She answered.
Ava frowned, asking. “What did you just say?”
“Mom, Becky was stirring up trouble at an inappropriate occasion. She said some things that offended those artists. They’re very sensitive; even the slightest misstep can get them agitated. But it’s all good now. Becky might be feeling a bit hard done by, but as long as the state banquet goes smoothly, everything else is secondary Barbara managed to persuade Ava. At this point, she had to keep a low profile. As long as the state banquet proceeded smoothly, and as long as she got through Crown Day, nothing else mattered.
However, news of the incident at the restaurant soon reached Queen Julia’s ears. The world–class artists whom Queen Julia had sincerely invited felt insulted by Becky’s thoughtless words and even threatened to strike and not perform, causing Queen Julia a real headache.
If these artists didn’t perform, this state banquet would become a laughingstock worldwide.
The power of public opinion was enormous; it could cause a huge stir in a small circle, let alone at a world–class event!
“My granddaughter actually called the top artists buskers, knocked over guests‘ meals twice, and even said they didn’t deserve to eat the royal food. This is just too much! Someone, bring Becky here, and get Ms. Chloe over here too!” Queen Julia said.
“Roger!” Someone immediately responded and rushed off to do it.
“Hold on!” the Queen suddenly stopped the attendant, “Don’t get Ms. Chloe just yet. I’ll see her personally after the state banquet.” “Roger!” The attendant responded again.
Then, she turned her gaze to the projected screen in front of her. “Mr. Harper, I’ll handle this. Don’t worry; I’m not letting Becky off easily,” On the screen was Damon’s captivating face. “Alright.” Damon replied nonchalantly. “She’s not Ms. Chloe; she’s Mrs. Harper.”
Queen Julia paused, a kind smile appearing on her face. “It seems you’re quite fond of Mrs. Harper.”
“Yes.” His voice was flat.
Queen Julia smiled and said, “I will give her an explanation.”
“Okay, Damon said.
After hanging up the video call, Damon’s expression didn’t change, which made Nate, who was next to him, shake his head helplessly.
He should’ve been used to Damon indulging and tolerating Mrs. Harper by now. But he was still shocked.
Damon was simply too doting on Mrs. Harper. He actually learned to tattle?!
He knew very well what happened. Mrs. Harper was provoked by Princess Becky, and then Princess Becky was also severely humiliated. Mrs. Harper had clearly turned the tables, but he has to act to help her.
Not only did he help Mrs. Harper turn the situation around, but he also reported it to Queen Julia. How immature!
Was this his way of protecting Mrs. Harper from being wronged? He was clearly only allowing his woman to bully others.
When Becky was summoned by the attendant, she was crying to Ava, but her tears immediately stopped when she heard she was being summoned by the Queen.
Ava’s face also turned serious. But she didn’t dare to delay, leading Becky to follow the attendant.
Upon entering the side hall where the Queen was currently located, Becky carefully called out, “Grandma!”
Queen Julia was sitting behind the table. Hearing the voice, she took off her reading glasses off her nose and suddenly threw them on the table.
Becky shrank back a bit. From the moment she entered the room, she felt that something was wrong. The whole room seemed to be filled with suffocating cold air, and a strong aura emanated from Queen Julia, making people shiver. She rarely saw her grandmother so angry.
Ava, feeling the tension in the atmosphere, gave an awkward laugh, “Mom…”
Queen Julia’s gaze remained cold. “I went through great lengths to sincerely invite world–class artists, and you called them buskers in front of everyone.”
Ava was taken aback. She only knew that Becky had offended those people, and she hadn’t had a chance to ask what exactly had happened. The sudden surge of anger made her head spin. How could she have such a foolish daughter?!
Queen Julia continued, “You provoked others for no reason, knocked over guests‘ meals twice. You claimed that the guests didn’t deserve to eat the royal food, and that you were being charitable by feeding them.”
Ava felt like her head was about to explode.
There was silence in the room for a few seconds. Then, a cold laugh rang out from Queen Julia, “Becky, I didn’t know when the entire Y Country royal family became yours”
The tense string in the air suddenly snapped, and Ava’s legs gave away. “Mom, Becky was spoiled by me. She’s young and doesn’t think before she speaks or acts.”
Queen Julia picked up a bookmark and placed it in the half–read document, closing it and gently stroking the special shaped letter “E” on top. Her gaze was cool.
They say actions speak louder than words” Queen Julia slowly said, “If it weren’t for the greed in her heart, she never would have said those words.”
Slowly looking up, Queen Julia squinted at Ava, “William has been abroad for most of these years, and you’ve been in charge of her upbringing. Ava, tell me, how have you disciplmed her during these years, and what values have you instilled in her?”
Ava’s heart pounded out of her chest, and she shook her head in denial, “Mom, I didn’t. You’ve got it all wrong. I just want her to grow up happy and healthy. It’s my fault for not being strict enough, that’s why she turned out like this.”
Becky was already feeling wronged today. Seeing her grandma lash out at her without understanding the situation made her feel even more upset. “Grandma, it was that woman who started trouble with me first in P City. She slapped me several times, and I just can’t help but get angry when I see her.”
“She hit you first?” Ava asked
Yes, in P City, she and her mom bullied… Becky was about to finish speaking.
“Shut up!!!* With a crisp sound, Becky’s face instantly swelled up.
Ava’s hand also felt numb from the slap
🍦 Episode 24🍦
Ava’s hands were shaking uncontrollably as she watched Becky get knocked to the ground, still not quite grasping the situation. Her heart was trembling even more under the weight of her rage.
Not for any other reason. Just because the phrase, “her mother“, Becky mentioned which had instantly ignited the fury deep within her!
How dare she mention Yasmine here? How dare she?
The one she had been running from her whole life, the one she’d been so careful to conceal her whole life. She didn’t even dare to mention that person’s name, but her daughter casually let slip a word, nearly revealing a secret she had hidden for almost 40 years.
What the hell was she trying to do? Go tell the Queen and let the Queen avenge her? And then what?
The Queen wouldn’t have to think too hard to connect the dots to Yasmine and Chloe. How could she face the lie she had told all those years ago?
She knew the Queen was yearning for her own daughter her whole life. She knew Yasmine was alive and well, yet she told her she was dead, and kept it from her for half her life. If the truth were to came out, how was she going to explain to the Queen?
Would her princess status and everything she had disappear just like that?
She couldn’t mention Yasmine! Especially not in front of the Queen! What a foolish girl! How did she end up with such a useless child!?
Queen Julia was taken aback by Ava’s sudden outburst and could clearly see her anger and panic. She slowly turned her head, squinting her eyes toward Ava. “Ava, are you nervous?”
She casually pointed out Ava’s current state, and Ava’s eyes flashed uncontrollably with tension.
Her body swayed, her lips trembled, and her mouth became dry. “I…”
“Why are you nervous?” Queen Julia asked coldly.
Ava’s legs under her long skirt were also trembling; she could barely stand. She swallowed, her throat so dry it felt like it was about to split
“Mom, I’m not. it was Becky, she sneaked off to P City and caused a mess. I was afraid you’d be angry. Now, things are getting worse.” Ava came up with a somewhat reasonable excuse, although stuttering, but it should be clear enough.
Queen Julia stared at her quietly. Ava didn’t dare to meet her gaze, keeping her head down. Her whole body trembled with tension, especially knowing that Queen Julia’s gaze was fixed on her.
Becky’s crying filled the room, its sound particularly piercing.
Finally, Queen Julia looked away and turned her gaze to Becky. “Anyway, now is a crucial moment for the state banquet. We absolutely cannot afford any mistakes! You, as a princess of the royal family, what’s the meaning of this arrogant attitude in front of so many artists? Do you know what would happen if those artists didn’t show up at the state banquet? The entire royal family of Y Country would become the laughingstock of the world! Becky, haven’t you considered these basic things? How could you not know about such an important matter?!”
Becky was crying; she knew very early she had done something wrong today, and already got a scolding from Barbara. Now, she got slapped by her mother and faced her grandma’s reprimand.
She had done so many dirty jobs today, yet no one was there to comfort or understand her! At that moment, her heart was filled with intense dissatisfaction and resentment.
Queen Julia fully understood her attitude at the moment upon seeing her expression. “You’re so reckless, arrogant, and irrational. You don’t know how to repent! You’re grounded for a month! Relearn all about morality and etiquette!”
Upon hearing this, Becky suddenly looked up at her and, “No, grandma, I want to go to the state banquet.”
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying?” Queen Julia asked.
Ava quickly responded, “I’ll have someone take her away immediately!”
Queen Julia didn’t mention the recent incident again. Ava breathed a sigh of relief, only hoping that Becky would learn her lesson.
“Wait.” As Ava was about to pull Becky up from the floor, Queen Julia’s voice rang out again.
She looked up and saw Queen Julia turn her head to address Lea, saying, “Go and fetch Mrs. Harper. Have Becky apologize to her.”
Ava’s hand holding Becky’s arm suddenly tightened. “I won’t!” Becky yelled out suddenly.
Queen Julia’s eyebrows furrowed, and Lea glanced at her watch, saying, “The state banquet is about to start. You should get ready to leave.”
Queen Julia also glanced at the clock, then nodded, “Then take her away first!”
A hint of unwillingness flashed in Becky’s eyes, but in the end, Ava forcefully dragged her out.
Ten minutes later, Ava tried to get Becky into the car, but Becky broke free.
“Becky!” Ava yelled
“You hit me! I hate you! Why should I apologize to that woman? She’s only invited to play the piano on stage! I can play the piano too!! I’d rather see if she can turn the plane piece into a tune that only a god can hear?!” After saying that, Becky picked up her skirt and ran off.
Ava didn’t react in time, it was too late to grab her. “Becky!!” Ava screamed.
Their car was parked at the side entrance, not far from the main entrance of the state banquet. She didn’t dare to shout out loud, just picked up her pace and chased after Becky
The scale of the state banquet was naturally unprecedented.
The guests attending the state banquet included foreign diplomats from various countries and top international elites. It also featured representatives from various countries‘ important economic sectors.
To host this international feast, the Y Country had invested a substantial amount of money to renovate the current state banquet mansion.
The vintage and splendid palace, the expansive green gardens, numerous fountains and wishing pools, and the abundance of corridors adorned with lifelike
carvings, ornate cages, engraved inscriptions, and dazzling lights–all contributed to the grandeur and magnificence of the entire state banquet mansion.
The entrance of the state banquet hall was covered with a long red carpet. Guests emerged from their luxury cars and walked along the red carpet into the hall. Above the high dome hung a bright and dazzling chandelier. Even though it was dark outside, the state banquet hall was as bright as day. The light from the chandelier illuminated everyone, making them appear even more elegant and noble.
Once all the guests had entered the state banquet hall, and the waiters had carefully es**rted each VIP to their respective seats, only then did Queen Julia make her leisurely entrance.
She had dressed herself in new attire wearing a formal champagne–gold dress. She adorned a red agate on her chest, which cost a fortune, along with a golden crown peppered with diamonds and a few blue gems on her head. All dressed up like this, it was evident that she was showing her respect for the banquet and all the attending guests.
As she came into view, all the guests in the hall rose to show their respect.
Queen Julia took her place at the head of the table, flashing a gentle smile at the crowd

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