Chapter 7

"Has she gone mad?!" "Does this woman no longer value her life?!" Standing across the room, Mr. Jonathan and his assistant were taken aback by Sarah, leaving them too stunned to make a sound. Anyone with a hint of understanding about Wilfred knows that he is not one to possess a sunny disposition. Despite his gentle and polite demeanor, he is extremely ruthless towards those who dare to provoke him! For all the years Mr. Jonathan has known Wilfred, he has never seen anyone audacious enough to do this! "Little Peach." Manager Mike was the first who couldn't bear to watch any longer. He spoke up to defuse the situation, gently tugging on Sarah's sleeve. She is a singer he had finally found who could match Brian's talent, and if she messes up her chance here, he would regret it immensely. After pulling her closer, he defended her, saying, "Mr. Smith, Little Peach didn’t mean to speak like that. It’s just that...she’s...not conventionally attractive, and she’s afraid she’ll ruin your good mood this evening..." From his opposite side, Mr. Jonathan noticed the disgruntlement in Wilfred's eyes. Afraid that Wilfred might get angry here, he rebuked, "No matter how ugly she is, we won’t know until she removes her shades. Your words are baseless right now. Who knows if you’re trying to deceive us? Take off the glasses, now!" His words put a lot of pressure on Manager Mike. Both men in this private room are regular, high-profile customers of the bar, and he couldn't dare offend either! He whispered to Sarah, "What...what do you think? Can you take off your glasses? If you really can't, I will have you kicked out now. You can come find me when I get another opportunity, perhaps to sing at Black Mist again..." This might well be the first person in this world who genuinely cares about Sarah. A faint warmth flowed through Sarah's heart, making the smile at the corner of her lips a bit more genuine. She said, "Don't worry!" Then she turned to Wilfred and Mr. Jonathan, "I have to tell you in advance, I'm really ugly. If I scare you with my looks, don't complain to me or Manager Mike!" With that said, she promptly removed her sunglasses. The light in the private room was not bright, but they could still see her features hidden under the sunglasses. "That's more like it, always hiding. Do you think we've never seen the world? I have never seen anyone who can scare me with their ——WHAT!" Mr. Jonathan's confident words abruptly stopped as soon as he saw Sarah's face. He started to heave uncontrollably, but realizing Wilfred was present, he managed to suppress it. Not only him, the faces of the others in the room were also distorted upon seeing Sarah's face. Because the eyes hidden under the sunglasses were not as clear and bright as they had imagined. On the contrary, they were red and blue, with her eyelids filled with swollen blisters, and dense black spots on her eyelids. Everyone hurriedly averted their eyes after one glance. They dared not look more, dared not look at all, for fear that the pus on her eyelids would start dripping down the eyes if they continued. They would be having nightmares all night! Mr. Jonathan initially had a good impression of Sarah, thinking that a girl who could sing like that must be, if not extremely beautiful, at least casually unique in her way. But who would have thought she would turn out to be such an ugly monster! "What a waste of such a wonderful voice and such a delicate lower half of her face!" He felt a sudden churn in his stomach and waved his hands rapidly in urgency, "Go away immediately! Take your sunglasses with you, now, right now, leave this place without a moment's delay!" Upon hearing this, Manager Mike instantly put the sunglasses back on Sarah and pulled her towards the exit. "Excuse me, gentlemen, should I take her back to continue singing?" “Get out!” Mr. Jonathan almost roared. He would explode if he has to look at this woman one more time! Just as they were about to leave the room, another calm voice came from behind them. "Wait." It was Wilfred's voice. Wilfred's eyes were still focused on the back of Sarah. It was all too familiar. The feeling, it was so much like Sarah. Though formerly, Sarah always appeared with complex, absurd makeup, making people forget her actual looks. But her eyes, Wilfred would never forget. The woman in front of him, her eyes were so similar to Sarah’s... "Mr. Smith, what can I do for you?" Manager Mike quickly turned around, asking in a low voice while bending forward. "What on earth is this man planning to do next? He was genuinely frightened this time! "Tell me your name," Wilfred's voice was deep and husky. It was a question intended for Sarah. However, Manager Mike was sweating profusely. This woman's identity was unknown, and she could potentially pose a danger. What if revealing her name brought danger to their bar? But under Wilfred's icy gaze, he still took the initiative to speak, "Little Peach, Mr. Smith, you can just call her Little Peach—" "I wasn't asking you!" Wilfred scolded Manager Mike, and then stepped forward, grabbing onto Sarah's shoulders. The hand that held Sarah was strong and dominant, pinning Sarah in place. Feeling his strength which seemed like it could crush her shoulders at any moment, Sarah managed to smile faintly, teasing him, "Mr. Smith, you are so concerned about me, curious about both my face and my name. I might actually start thinking you've fallen for me..." "Cut the crap. I am giving you one last chance to tell me your name. If you continue to dawdle, I will make your life miserable in the entire London city!" Impatience was etched all over Wilfred's face, his brows furrowed, and he was already on the verge of losing his temper. Manager Mike did not dare to make a single move. He knew that when Mr. Smith got angry, it could be truly terrifying!" "What are you being so fierce for?" Sarah, unfazed, slightly curled her red lips, raised her hand to push away Wilfred's hand, and said, "My name is Anita Carpenter." Wilfred's eyebrows wrinkled, clearly implying disbelief. But Sarah the next second pulled out her ID from her pocket. "If you still don't believe it, here, take a look," she said. She held up her ID for Wilfred to see. Wilfred took a look, the woman on it looked six or seven parts like the little peach in front of him, especially those startling eyes. Her name really was Anita Carpenter Wilfred couldn't tell if he was disappointed or relieved. Indeed, he should have figured it out a long time ago. How could that fool Sarah possibly sing, let alone say those presumptuous words to him? With this thought, Wilfred looked at her with disgust. He didn't even want to say an extra word to the Anita Carpenter in front of him and went straight back to his seat. But Sarah remembered this look in Wilfred's eyes. She chuckled inwardly. You are disdaining and looking down on everyone, right? Sooner or later I will make you unable to look at. A laughing stock in London Though she was dying to rush over and tear Wilfred apart, she didn't let it show. Instead, she calmly followed Manger Mike and walked out of the private room. As soon as they stepped out, Manager Mike couldn't wait to pull her aside, staring at her face in detailed scrutiny. After a long moment, he finally articulated his confusion, "Little Peach, why are you... why are you..." But after a while, he still couldn't quite get his question out. Sarah, however, knew what he wanted to ask and asked on his behalf, "Are you trying to ask why I look so much like the person in the ID card you gave me?" "Yes!" Manager Mike nodded frantically. He had found it odd from the start. Seeing Sarah without her sunglasses, he instantly thought about the ID card he had given her. She looked so similar that Mike almost thought that the ID card had really been Sarah's Yet, Sarah confidently smiled and said, "Well, that's because I am naturally ugly." Luckily, she had bought some cheap makeup the day before. Her excellent makeup skills combined with these products easily fooled these people; it was absolutely effortless. Seeing her ecstatic expression, Manager Mike was left speechless, "..." This was the first time he had seen someone take pride in their ugliness.