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The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 399
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Chapter 399

Lately, Jasper had also been helping Rachel search for Star.

"If you can find this Star and make him your exclusive composer, Rachel, your concerts will be an unprecedented

success. With Star's popularity, there's no limit to what you could achieve."

Rachel wanted to find Star just as much. "But no one knows who Star really is. Isn't it basically impossible to

track him down?"

Just then, a man's clear, confident voice sounded by her side.

"I'll have someone find Star."

Rachel's eyes brightened at Haynes's words; sof the gloom in her expression faded away.

"Do you really think you can find him?"

Haynes nodded. "Foreman's a master at tracking people down. If anyone can do it, he can. Leave it to me."

Rachel hesitated. "But even if you do find Star, he might not agree to compose for me. I've heard plenty of

people have tried-offered huge sums—and he's always turned them down."

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"He'll agree." Haynes's tone was unwavering, his certainty brooking no argument. "Don't worry about this. I'll

take care of everything."

Jasper piped in, "Rachel, relax. If Haynie says he'll get it done, he'll get it done."

Finally, Rachel managed a small, trusting smile at Haynes. "Alright. I'll leave it to you, Haynie."

Sunlight poured through the tall stuwindows, laying a soft golden haze across the floor.

Stella was in the studio, practicing her violin.

The door swung open. Abby walked in, grumbling under her breath and carrying takeout for lunch.

Noticing Abby's disgruntled expression, Stella paused and asked, "What happened?"

Abby sighed. "Just got a call from the landlord. Out of nowhere, he wants us to move out he even offered to pay

the penalty for breaking the lease. Can you believe it? This stuis the result of so much work-Antoney and |

poured our hearts into renovating this place ourselves. And we signed a five-year contract! They can't just break

it because they feel like it."

The compensation was a decent sum, but Stella and Antoney's concert was coming up soon. Everything in the

studio-the walls, the floors, the curtains, the chandelier-Stella had chosen

ver

herself, after countless hours of

effort. She wasn't about to give it up

so easily.

Stella frowned in surprise. “Do you think someone else has their eye on the studio?"

Abby rolled her eyes. "Who cares? | told them no. The lease is in our hands-they can't take it back from us."

Then, as if remembering something, Abby turned serious.

"Oh, right—Star, there's something else."

"What is it?"

"Someone contactedwith an offer they want you to be their exclusive composer."

Normally, Abby would have

down such requests on Stella's behalf without a second thought.

This time, though, she brought it up for a reason.

She lowered her voice. "At first, | turned them down automatically. But the offer...

it's huge. So | figured I should check with you."

"How much are we talking?" Stella asked casually.

"A hundred million," Abby replied.

Stella stared at her, certain she'd misheard. "How much?"

Abby enunciated each word. "One. Hundred. Million."

The number left Stella genuinely stunned.

It was an outrageous amount.

But only for a moment. Then Stella shook her head. "They're only offering that much because of my reputation

and the public recognition | have t's a lot, but if something were to go wrong with her career, I'd be dragged

down with her. It's not worth risking my future, not even for that much money."

Abby thought it over and agreed. With Stella's talent, earning a hundred million was just a matter of time—no

need to gamble her reputation.

"Alright, I'll get back to them in a bit," Abby said, with a sigh of amazement.