Classic Novel
Chapter 336
Chapter 336
"Cordelia, I'm here. You don't need to get out, just head on home," Milana said.
"Oh no, I need to swing by the office, so I'll tag along," Cordelia replied, planning on seeing Ronan
about this Samantha issue.
"Alright then. Wait a minute for me while I grab my things," Milana said before hopping out of the car.
Cordelia sat bored in the car, idly glancing out the window.
The car was parked in front of a hotel, with vehicles coming and going.
A white Alfa Romeo pulled up, and a woman stepped out, sauntering towards the hotel entrance.
The moment she exited the car, her presence captivated Cordelia.
She was the kind of woman that would catch anyone's attention.
Her striking features, her unique aura, and her self-assured gaze, coupled with her graceful stride,
made her stand out. Her green velvet dress turned her into the center of attention.
"This woman has such an incredible aura," Cordelia couldn't help but admire.
"She's an actress, of course, her aura is strong," Tristi chimed in.
"An actress? Who is she?" Cordelia asked, puzzled.
"You don’t know Alana? Oh, right, you wouldn't. She was a big deal back in our day. I remember
skipping school in fifth grade to watch her movies. Even till this day, I remember them vividly, 'Emerald
Waters,' 'Sails in the Wind,' and my first onscreen kiss was in 'Pink Memories.' Us girls would gossip
about who she might be dating. Those were the days... I should get her autograph," Tristi reminisced,
speaking more than she ever had in front of Cordelia.
"Go for it," Cordelia encouraged, remembering that Edwin had mentioned Alana living abroad, and her
return to the country was indeed a rare occasion, "It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Encouraged by Cordelia, Tristi quickly grabbed a pen and paper, and rushed after Alana for her
autograph.
When Milana returned to the car, Tristi was still not back.
"Where's Tristi?" Milana asked Cordelia.
Cordelia replied with a laugh, "She saw her old idol and ran off to get an autograph." Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
"Tristi's in her thirties and is still starstruck?" Milana quipped.
"It's nostalgia," Cordelia replied, keeping an eye on the situation outside.
Tristi was chatting away with Alana, who maintained a polite yet distant demeanor.
After signing Tristi's paper, Alana glanced toward the car and noticed Cordelia. She seemed taken
aback, furrowed her eyebrows slightly, then turned and entered the hotel.
Cordelia wondered, what had she been looking at? The car? Something in the distance?
Little did she know, Alana's gaze had been fixed on her.
Soon after, Tristi jogged back, beaming.
"Did you get it?" Cordelia asked Tristi.
"Yeah, I didn’t expect a superstar like her not to put on any airs." Tristi started the car, reminiscing
about her old fondness for Alana. She still had Alana's posters and stickers in her old songbooks at
home. "Back then, all the girls in class wanted to be her. I'll show you my old songbooks sometime."
"Sounds good," Cordelia replied with a smile.
She suddenly remembered that she hadn't yet replied to Sienna's message.
In truth, she didn't want to help Samantha at all. After all, Samantha hadn't lifted a finger to help when
her grandmother died and had even added fuel to the fire.
But ignoring a message was impolite.
In the end, Cordelia replied to Sienna. [I'll talk to her.]