Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 97 Dinner
When Chris rushed to the children's workhouse, there were no children left.

He walked past the gatekeeper and walked in. Windsor came to meet him.

"What about the children?"

"The children were all taken to the opera house in advance by Mrs. Sharon," Windsor said, applying lipstick and wearing a slightly white dress. "She found a dance teacher to arrange seats for the children."

She took out the invitation from her old leather bag: "Here, Chris, it's yours. The charity dinner will start in a moment, at seven o'clock, let's go."

Chris took the invitation and followed Windsor out.

He was relieved that at least Mrs. Sharon did not dare to commit crimes against the children in the public eye.

The two walked to the Opera House, and many people cast admiring glances at Windsor along the way. After putting on makeup, she no longer looked tired, and instead looked like an older but still elegant lady.

She walked in small steps and chatted with Chris: "When the carriage came to pick up the children just now, they were unwilling and had to wait for you to come before leaving. I told the children that Uncle Chris was waiting for you at the opera house. hehe."

Chris also smiled, and the opera house in the distance came into view.

The two handed over the invitations, and a waiter in a vest and shirt welcomed them in and took them backstage.

The children were very quiet. It was their first time in such a luxurious place, and their voices unconsciously weakened.

Seeing Windsor and Chris approaching, their eyes lit up, and they surrounded the two. Some children even handed Chris a small cake.

The dance teacher who worked in the opera house clapped her hands. Her temperament was obviously noble: "Okay, children, go change clothes."

Chris didn't recognize her, but he stopped her anyway: "Hello, the children are practicing a very new type of artistic exercise. Are the clothes you prepared... suitable?"

It would be too unconventional to perform martial arts exercises on stage while wearing a suit or dress.

The dance teacher looked him up and down and asked with a smile: "Of course it's appropriate. You teach the children's martial arts, right?"

She stroked her hair, and continued: "The little knight costumes are prepared for the children, and girls are also prepared, so you don't have to worry about it."

She looked back at the children who had followed the servants into the dressing room, then turned around and smiled: "They are all very well-behaved. There is no trace of them being children from the workhouse."

Chris nodded, and Windsor beside him also smiled slightly.

The dance teacher took out a program list, handed it to the two of them, and said:
"Because the children's program is newly added, they will perform the program at about eight o'clock, which is regarded as an interlude during the intermission."

Chris opened his pocket watch, there was still more than an hour left.

Windsor turned to look at Chris and smiled gently: "Chris, you can go to your seat now. I will stay backstage to take care of the children, and you can wait for the children's performance in the audience."

Chris nodded. His stomach was already growling. He was going to go out to get some food. It didn't cost any money anyway.

The interior design of the Opera House seems to have been designed by the same person as the Bollague Club. The decoration style is very close and looks magnificent.

The opera hall has three floors. The row of chairs directly opposite the performance stage has been removed and replaced by more than thirty round tables. There are two stairs in the middle leading to the second floor.

The second floor is an open corridor, where gentlemen can hold champagne in hand and lean on the polished railings to watch the opera.

The third floor is a VIP box. Chris failed to find the stairs leading to the box, which may be outside the opera hall.Now some gentlemen and ladies in tuxedos and dresses have gathered here, holding goblets in their hands and talking with rosy faces. Most of them have just gotten off work.

When Chris encountered this kind of scene, he couldn't help but want to shrink back. He didn't like this kind of environment very much, and his clothes and knowledge were not worthy of it.

Although the original owner of this body could be considered a noble, he had not attended many gatherings of such upper-class people.

Last time at the Borag Club he had Catherine by his side. This time Chris had nothing. He might have to speak on stage while the children performed.

Chris felt uncomfortable when he thought of Mrs. Sharon looking at him with that "Mona Lisa smile".

He passed through the waiters carrying silver trays and found a small bench where no one noticed and sat down.

It seems that the idea of ​​eating and drinking has been wasted. This is not a long table like the Borlague Club, but round tables one by one...

Christo held his chin, the warm-up performance had already begun on the stage, and a well-known cellist in Loen was playing on the stage.

The gentlemen and ladies in the audience sipped champagne, elegantly cut off a piece of hind leg meat with a table knife, and put it into their mouths with a fork.

Chris swallowed, and he pulled out his invitation, which actually had a table number on it.

The order of table numbers is also very knowledgeable. The most important guests have the first table number and sit at the front.

He buttoned up his windbreaker and walked towards table 30.

There was only one person at table 30. The man in a suit was holding a glass of champagne. His blond hair was combed back smoothly on his scalp, and he had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Anthony?
Chris looked at the gold-rimmed glasses and remembered his identity: the vice president of Tingen Bank.

The vice president of Tingen Bank is sitting here?

Chris was a little surprised. Table No. 30 was on the far left, so it definitely didn’t look that good.

He looked at the meticulous and kind-faced gentlemen and ladies in the middle, and wondered about their identities - the vice presidents were all sitting here, and the big bosses in the middle must have higher status, and the mayor should at least be here too!

But I can sit with the vice president, it seems to be a double seat...

Chris scratched his head, thinking that this must be Mrs. Sharon's arrangement again. When he first entered the Borag Club that day, she was probably watching from not far away.

The more Chris thought about it, the more confused he became, and he simply didn't want to think about it.He walked up to Anthony, put his hands on his chest and saluted:
"Good evening, Mr. Anthony."

Anthony adjusted his glasses and looked at Chris's harmless face. He remembered that this was his "competition" for Catherine's love rival.He looked Chris up and down, and gained confidence from his clothes.

"Hello, I think we met before at the Borag Club." Anthony stood up and left his seat to shake hands with Chris, smiling lightly all the time.

Anthony did not hide his hostility at all: "How is Catherine doing recently? I want to accompany her to Jianhai County when she is not busy."

"Uh, well...she's been doing well lately."

Chris smiled awkwardly and said to himself, you and I are not love rivals. Do you care about me so much?He then secretly scolded Mrs. Sharon. If this witch doesn't pleasure others, why is she arranging seats randomly?
(End of this chapter)