The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chapter 2673 

Chapter 2673 “I, I, ..."Regina stammered, her voice rising in frustration.

“You're the one with no class, swiping my seat and then trying to flip the script on me. How dare you accuse me of lacking manners? | splurged on front-row tickets, meticulously planning this whole outing, okay?

And you, don’t think that wearing those trendy specs makes you civilized. In my book, you’re nothing but a Neanderthal!”

The theater lights began to dim, signaling the imminent start of the show. Nolan, eager to avoid any further altercation with the noisy woman beside him, interjected smoothly.

“Lady, I’m not sure how you've got it in your head that this seat’s yours, but maybe double-check your ticket, huh?” His ticket was a VIP pass, personally reserved for him by Dahlia. There was no mistake there.

“You!” Regina snapped, voice quivering with indignation. “I’ve checked it over and over, you're in MY seat, sitting pretty in 008, aren't you?”

That particular number held a special significance for Nolan and Dahlia, and having it repeatedly mentioned by this irate woman was starting to get his hackles. up.

He rose to his full height, his imposing frame causing Regina to take a step back. “What do you think you’re doing? You're in the wrong here, and even if we end up in the police station, the officers will side with me. I'll hire a lawyer if | need to, but don’t you dare lay a finger on me...”

Her cry of alarm was met with disapproving glances from nearby audience members. Nolan, exerting a bit more force than necessary, yanked her into the seat next to his own.

“Maybe you should consider the possibility that you got scammed with a fake ticket by a scalper. So certain you did your homework, and yet you have the gall to ask someone with a legitimate ticket to leave?”

Nolan’s expression remained impassive, but the sarcasm in his eyes was enough to make Regina’s face burn with embarrassment. She retorted, “Don’t you go slinging mud without proof. | can afford a few grand, and that seat you're warming is mine!”

Their dispute raged on, but while Regina continued to protest, Nolan had fallen silent. He would've been fine with seat seven, but eight was smack in the center with an unparalleled view for photography.

Regina shot Nolan a resentful glance, realizing this wasn’t the time or place to argue-the audience’s growing impatience was palpable.

As the lights finally dimmed completely, she clenched her fists, thinking, “Fine, we'll settle this after the performance.”

She thought she was being discreet, but Nolan gave her a look like he was watching a lunatic. Was she genuinely clueless or just faking it?

Now, with the show starting, Regina focused intently on the stage. She was determined to capture the best shots!

Her peers had always underestimated her, confining her to mundane assignments despite her having snapped the winning photo in their last competition.

Her true aspiration lay in the realm of hard-hitting news, but for now, her lack of experience relegated her to covering entertainment events.

The audience hushed, their attention converging on the stage where Dahlia, the prodigy of contemporary dance, was about to perform.

Even Regina felt a surge of interest. Dahlia was a titan in the dance world, once described by an international paper as a swan taking flight from domestic shores.

The high praises heaped upon her spoke volumes, and Regina was curious to witness the grace that captivated so many fans.

Front-row tickets were scalped for thousands, even tens of thousands. The crowd's willingness to spend big bucks was a testament to Dahlia’s allure-it had been ages since such a magnetic female dancer had graced domestic stages. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Should Regina score an exclusive interview with Dahlia tonight, she'd have quite the story to bring back. Despite Dahlia’s remarkable talent, she was notoriously private and shied away from the press.

Past attempts to reach her through her agent had been rebuffed. Regina was here on a long shot, hoping luck would be on her side.

Little did she expect to encounter such a hassle. She cast another disdainful look at Nolan, who seemed oblivious, utterly captivated by the unfolding performance on stage.

“Hmm, he must really appreciate modern dance,” she mused silently.