Chapter 820 The Enemy Arrives
"Blake is really a great star in the entertainment industry. All the celebrities my friends used to follow have been exposed to scandals, but Blake is still doing well. Now, all my friends are following Blake with me," A fan said with a smile.
"The more you observe Blake, the more you discover his good qualities."
"Yeah, I wonder who will be with him in the future. That person will be very happy because Blake is very caring and a particularly warm-hearted guy."
"No matter who it is, as long as they can make Blake happy, I will sincerely give my best wishes."
"Me too."
"I also hope Blake will be happy."
Abella's heart softened as well. There was a reason Blake was so popular with fans.
Phillipe leaned close to Abella's ear and said gently, "You have a good brother."
At this moment, more and more fans were arriving at the venue. Abella, sitting in the front row, saw people gradually taking their seats.
Some were business moguls, presidents, and vice presidents of companies that had long-term collaborations with Blake's company. Others were veterans of the entertainment industry. When they saw Phillipe wearing a mask, they were all shocked.
"Mr. Bourbon," Many people wanted to chat with Phillipe.
But Phillipe held Abella's hand and nodded to them, and only then did they realize he had brought his girlfriend. Both were wearing black coats and black masks, but Abella's exposed eyes were very beautiful, and she looked younger than Phillipe.
They didn't expect Phillipe to have a girlfriend.
They were even more surprised that someone usually so cold and unfeeling would bring his girlfriend to a concert.
They stopped in their tracks, nodded to Phillipe to greet and show understanding, and then sat down without daring to speak, afraid of disturbing their date.
To Abella's left was Phillipe, and to her right was Brenda's seat. Further to the right was the manager's seat, but the manager was hospitalized, so two seats in a row were empty.
Behind these two seats, two girls arrived late.
One of them, Elsa, looked at Abella with a few traces of surprise in her eyes.
She then looked at Phillipe beside Abella. He actually came to the concert with Abella?
"Elsa, sit down quickly, the concert is about to start," Another wealthy heiress, Catalina Stoll, pulled Elsa to sit down.
Hearing the name "Elsa," Abella turned around and, unfortunately, saw that one of the two people behind her was indeed Elsa.
Although Elsa was wearing a hat and mask, Abella immediately noticed the bruise on her forehead. Had she been beaten?
Elsa was still wondering whether to greet Abella when, in the next second, Abella withdrew her gaze and leaned close to Phillipe, seemingly listening to him.
Seeing them so intimate made Elsa even more uncomfortable.
"Elsa, you haven't told me how you got all these injuries. How could you be beaten up out of nowhere? Do your parents know? Have they investigated it? You're from the Medici family, and they dared to beat someone from the Medici family? It's outrageous, and it happened right at your doorstep," Catalina said, looking at Elsa's forehead with concern, clearly indignant on her behalf.
"My parents have already started investigating, but there's no result yet. But I have a pretty good idea who did it."
Previously, at Clarence's birthday party, she had dumped a cake on Lola's face, caused Lola to fall off a swing, and poured wine on her.
It was most likely Lola seeking revenge!
'Damn Lola, always using such despicable tricks! Once she is kicked out of the Medici family, I will definitely give her a good beating.' Elsa cursed in her head.
Sitting in front, Abella heard this and seemed to understand something. Lola was the one who got beaten up by Phillipe's people. Could it be that Lola thought Elsa did it and retaliated in the same way?
Thinking this, she suddenly felt a bit sorry for Elsa, who was taking the blame for Phillipe.
"Who did it?" Catalina asked.
"A bitch. Don't worry, I'll deal with her next!"
The grudge between her and Lola was now completely established!
"You're so badly injured, yet you still came with me to see Blake's concert. You're the best friend in the world," Catalina said, holding Elsa's hand with girlish fantasies. "I really like Blake. Do you think I have a chance to be his wife?"
Sitting in front, Abella remained silent.
It wasn't that she wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation behind her; it was just that Catalina's voice was too excited and carried over.
"There are so many people here who want to be his wife. What do you think?" Elsa retorted sarcastically.
"Then can you take me backstage to see him later? I want to get his autograph and take a photo with him. Please!" Catalina pleaded, shaking Elsa's hand.
"Blake's schedule is very tight. Besides, after this concert, he will be exhausted. Don't bother him; let him rest." Elsa was not like Lola, who would act on her own.
Her relationship with Blake was average, and she would never ask him for such a small favor. She might even embarrass herself in the end.
"If there's a family gathering in the future, like my parents' birthday or something, and he comes, I'll let you know in advance and invite you over."
"Great, it's a deal!" Catalina didn't find this arrangement inappropriate; instead, she was grateful that Elsa was willing to create opportunities for her.
Soon, the lights in the venue dimmed.
Perhaps the fans anticipated Blake's appearance and started excitedly calling his name, "Blake! Blake! Blake!"
It was Abella's first time at a concert, and her first time experiencing such a strong atmosphere live.
"Blake! Blake! Blake!"
The unified chanting of the crowd made a spotlight shine in the center of the stage. Blake, dressed in a white performance outfit, slowly rose from below. He looked handsome and gentlemanly. Once he stood still, the dazzling stage lights lit up one after another.
All the fans screamed continuously, waving their blue glow sticks excitedly, their voices deafening.
"Blake!!"
"Blake, it's Blake!! Blake, I'm here! I came to your concert!"
"Blake! Blake! I love you, Blake!"
Abella's ears were filled with screams. Even the industry bigwigs sitting next to Phillipe, though not daring to scream and shout so wildly, were excitedly calling out Blake's name and waving their glow sticks.
Some of them were young female CEOs who had just inherited their companies, some were top veterans in the entertainment industry, and some were well-connected female shareholders.
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