While everyone clapped, Helen looked at Joy, who stood at the outermost layer of the crowd and said, “Joy, you’re the lead dancer. Please teach Yelena.”
After the introductions, Helen respectfully brought Samuel and Yelena over for registration.
The moment the doors swung shut, the dancers started talking.
“Didn’t Yelena audition for our dance troupe in the past and failed? Heh. She’s really Mr. Foster’s fiancee, alright. With just a word from him, she managed to join.”
“To think that we fought tooth and nail to get into the dance troupe. We really can’t compare to her.”
Those words of jealousy kept spilling out of the dancers. In the distance was Joy, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor. She looked into her own reflection, and her mind drifted for a moment.
No one else knew Samuel more than she did. He was an aloof man with principles, and he cared about obeying rules the most. Even though he was a man of great power, he never abused it before.
For the first time ever, he had made an exception for Yelena. By the looks of it, he really loved her.
From then on, Yelena joined the dance troupe, and Joy became her instructor.
Due to Helen’s instructions, Joy taught Yelena seriously, but Yelena refused to listen. Not only was she not serious when learning how to dance, but she looked for all sorts of excuses every day to not join practice so that she could leave early.
On one instance, before Joy could stop her, Yelena disappeared, so she could only call out to her through the window, only to see Samuel pick her up.
They shared a deep kiss before they went into the car.
Joy did not stare at them for long. She calmly shut the window and continued practicing.
