"In fact, you know nothing about music; you just want to use Rita's identity to seek fame and fortune. You even claim yourself to be the first noble lady of the Imperial City. If all the noble ladies are as unprincipled as you, it is truly pathetic!"
Wenzel harshly rebuked, causing Tracy Swift's face to turn red and white alternately. She wished she could just faint and avoid losing face in front of everyone.
"Mrs. Wenzel! How can you speak like that!" Mrs. Swift said discontentedly, "Although my daughter is not the real Rita, she did it with a good heart, for Rita's sake!"
"Heh! For Rita's sake? By stealing her identity and spreading rumors to frame her, causing her to be cursed by the public?"
Wenzel's eyes suddenly became sharp, "David Bronte, you, as a guest presenting the Star Music Festival awards, were deceived by an imposter, and even promoted the story of the violin. Is this your proper conduct as an elder?"
