FULL DRAMA NOVELS Chapter 715 Pulling Down the Rival 1
"How did you recognize her when she was wearing a mask?" Micah asked, puzzled.
"Her eyes... they're distinctive," Louis mused, a unique sparkle dancing in his icy-blue gaze. "In truth, I noticed her even before she played the piano. As she alighted from the car, she was a radiant spectacle. I was so captivated that I captured her image..."
His words trailed off as he reached into his wallet, producing a photograph of Sadie from two years prior. In the picture, Sadie was adorned in a provocative evening gown, a result of Amelia's persuasion. The evening zephyr toyed with the hem of her dress, and she instinctively held it down. Her stance was enticing, her countenance a blend of innocence and allure. It was then that Louis had stealthily taken the photograph.
Micah studied the image, his brow creasing further. He hadn't anticipated his past unknowingly intertwining with Louis and Sadie at that banquet two years ago.
"She later took the stage, her face concealed by a mask, but her eyes were unmistakable," Louis stated, a hint of smugness in his voice. "To verify my suspicion, I trailed her backstage post-performance and witnessed her unmask herself..." "You have a sharp eye," Micah interjected, unwilling to entertain more of Louis's tale.
"What's strange is that I met her at the Paris Royal Theatre later, and she didn't remember any of those things..." Louis continued, lost in his thoughts. "I showed her the photo, but she insisted it wasn't her." "Perhaps she's reluctant to confront her past," Micah suggested nonchalantly.
"No, that's not the case," Louis countered, shaking his head. "She suffered a severe illness and lost her memory!"
Micah halted abruptly. "Is that the truth?"
"Yes," Louis confirmed. "Her condition hasn't fully improved. She's reliant on daily medication. Her childhood memories are intact, but her adult life is a blank slate..."
Upon hearing this revelation, Micah's expression turned grave, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. If Louis's claim was accurate, then Sadie genuinely had no recollection of him or any other acquaintances. Had she forgotten her own children?
A sudden realization struck Micah. Sadie, who adored her children, had not visited hers since her return and hadn't even mentioned them. Moreover, she had remained silent about Brenda's tragic demise. If it wasn't amnesia, what else could explain her behavior? Had Tristan manipulated her into returning, exploiting her amnesia?
"Micah, Micah..." Louis's voice jolted Micah from his reverie.
Regaining his composure, Micah responded, "Let's head to the hotel so you can rest."
"You seem distracted. Is something amiss?" Louis asked, puzzled.
"I didn't sleep well," Micah replied, then added, "She's a complex puzzle. It would be wise to maintain your distance."
"I don't see her as complicated. I find her mysterious," Louis disagreed, still full of expectations.
"I bumped into her last year at the Royal Music Concert in France last year. I confessed my feelings then, pursuing her relentlessly. However, she gently rebuffed me, suggesting we remain friends... I had resigned myself to this fate, but her recent warmth has rekindled a glimmer of hope."
"That's her way of seducing men!" Micah said coldly. "In contemporary terms, it's all a charade!"
"Regardless, she's a toxic temptation. Keep your distance," Micah advised sternly. "Newark is teeming with beautiful, innocent girls. I'll introduce you to some tonight."
"I'm not that type of man!" Louis rejected firmly. "We French are known for our passion and loyalty."
At 10.00 p.m., Louis followed Micah to the Night Club. As he took in the vibrant lights and the bevy of beautiful women, his eyes sparkled with excitement. "I never knew such an entertaining place existed!"