Chapter 57 When You Are a Lone Guitarist
"What are you guys talking about?" Juniper was the last one to come out. Seeing the four people gathered at the doorway, she asked curiously.
"About the school beauty vote," Violet said.
Juniper acknowledged with a sound, then suddenly looked downstairs. "Violet, Charles is here for you."
Hearing this, Violet also leaned over the railing to look down.
Sure enough, Charles was standing at the bottom of the dorm building, tall and big, wearing trendy clothes.
He looked up and saw Violet, raised his eyebrows, flashed a carefree smile—full of youthful energy and very handsome.
"I'm heading out then, see you in class."
Violet said goodbye to everyone and went downstairs.
Aurora introduced to Isabella, "Isabella, that's Charles, Violet's childhood friend. Don't they make a great couple?"
Hearing this, Isabella felt her blood boil with anger.
Violet was such a good girl, with eyes and heart only for Charles. Even when he was a nobody, she willingly supported him. And while Violet was rushing around to various gigs to make money, Charles was freely spending her earnings.
When Violet stayed up late recording songs, Charles was having sex with Juniper.
Until his true colors were exposed, this demon went so far as to destroy Violet, injecting her with HIV. Violet's best years were plagued by illness, leaving her desperate and self-destructive...
Now she knew everything, knew Charles and Juniper's true nature, but she couldn't immediately get Violet to break up with Charles.
If she rashly badmouthed Charles and Juniper, Violet might not believe her and would even question her motives.
Unless she could find evidence of Charles and Juniper's conspiracy and deliver a fatal blow, she couldn't save Violet...
Isabella watched as Charles naturally took Violet's hand and led her away, her eyes cold.
"Yes, they really are well-matched, practically made for each other," Isabella said casually. "I'm starving, let's go eat."
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Cafeteria.
Charles ate his food absentmindedly. Violet called his name several times but he kept spacing out.
"What's wrong with you?" Violet looked at him strangely. "What are you thinking about?"
Charles looked troubled. "Violet, there's only half a year left until the SAT. I've been thinking lately, with my grades it'll be hard to get into a decent university."
"It's okay if you don't get in," Violet comforted him. "You don't have to go to college. There are many paths in life."
"But if I don't get into college, I won't find a job after graduation. And if I can't find a job, I won't be able to marry you." Charles looked at her earnestly. "Violet, I want to marry you."
"So I'm really worried about my future. I'm afraid I won't be able to give you a better life."
Violet paused in her eating, looking at Charles's sincere eyes, visibly moved.
"It's okay." A smile spread across her face. "Even if you don't have money, I'll still marry you."
"That won't do," Charles said. "I have to give my girl the best life."
"So what are you planning to do?"
Charles thought for a moment, then said, "I want to learn guitar."
"After learning guitar, I can be a guitarist, form a band, or perform to make money."
"More importantly, Violet, didn't you say you want to be a singer when you grow up? Then I'll be your personal guitarist."
Violet looked somewhat surprised. "You really want to learn guitar?"
"Yes." Charles nodded seriously. "I've thought about it for a long time. This seems like the best option."
"So how do you plan to get started?"
"I met a guitarist from a band who can teach me."
Charles sighed again. "It's just..."
"Just what?"
Charles said disappointedly, "It's just that I don't have my own guitar yet. The one I've got my eye on costs ten thousand dollars, so I've been trying to figure out how to raise the money."
"How are you going to raise money? Your monthly allowance is only a thousand dollars."
"I can spend less, and I've been working night shifts recently. I can make fifty dollars a night."
Violet noticed the dark circles under Charles's eyes and felt a pang of heartache.
No wonder he looked more haggard than usual today.
"Did you barely sleep last night?"
"I slept two hours."
Charles forced a smile. "Violet, it's fine. Once I save enough money, I can buy that guitar and start learning."
"Don't stay up late anymore," Violet said.
"How can I not? I still need to..."
"I got a gig singing at a bar. Originally it was supposed to be once a week, two hours per session, two hundred dollars."
"I can tell the bar I'll come three times a week. That way I can make six hundred dollars a week, and in two or three months I can help you save up the ten thousand."
"How can that work?" Charles frowned. "Bars are sketchy places, it's dangerous. Plus singing three times a week will strain your voice. I don't agree!"
"It's fine." Violet smiled at him. "That bar is upscale, very safe. And I can use this chance to practice singing more."
"But..."
"Come on, Charles, just listen to me. I can't just watch you work night shifts and ruin your health. That would be counterproductive."
Charles was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "I'm sorry, Violet. It's all because I'm useless."
"How can you say that?" Violet looked at him encouragingly. "Charles, I believe you'll become an amazing guitarist."
"And Charles, I want you to be happy. If I can help you, I'm willing to do anything."
Charles looked at the girl, his eyes full of emotion. "Thank you, Violet. But promise me, if you get tired, you have to rest properly. Don't push yourself."
Violet gave him a smile. "Okay, I promise."
After they finished eating, Charles and Violet parted ways at the cafeteria entrance.
After Violet left, Charles could no longer contain the joy in his eyes and immediately sent Juniper a message.
[Soon I'll be able to take you to Disneyland!]
Juniper quickly replied, [Violet agreed?]
[Of course.]
He knew it—as long as he used a little manipulation, Violet would definitely feel sorry for him and help him make money.
Making money was much easier for Violet than for him. Who told her to have such a good voice?
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Isabella and the others passed by Class 10.
"Look, it's that bitch Isabella!" Aria spotted her through the window and nudged Elizabeth's arm.
Elizabeth closed her comic book and stared hard at Isabella's figure.
Just thinking about last night made her furious.
"Zoey, what the hell did you do?" she said coldly. "You actually woke her up! If you hadn't been so clumsy, we would've gotten the watch already."
Zoey looked innocent. "Elizabeth, I was really careful last night. I didn't know she would wake up."
"Elizabeth, what do we do now? Do we have to wait until she falls asleep tonight and try to steal it again?" Aria asked.
"Steal what!" Elizabeth looked irritated. "We've already tipped her off. That little bitch is definitely on guard against us now!"
They couldn't beat her in a fight, couldn't steal from her successfully.
Elizabeth wanted to kill Isabella.
"Elizabeth, so we're not stealing it anymore? We're giving up on the watch?"
"Who said we're giving up?" Elizabeth said coldly. "We have to get that watch! I don't want to leave evidence in her hands."
She might not be able to beat Isabella, but someone else could.
She knew Wren Kelly! The toughest thug around Stellar High School!
She'd heard that Wren and his crew fought like they had nothing to lose. No matter how tough Isabella was, she was still just a girl. If she fell into Wren's hands, she'd be like a chick meeting a weasel.
Having made up her mind, Elizabeth immediately pulled out her phone and sent Wren a message.