Chapter 45
Truman had his doubts about what Xenia was saying. He glanced at Dora and Xenia, their faces etched with despair. Cherise, on the other hand, seemed unchanged, as aloof as ever.
Truman spoke up, his voice hesitant. “So, what happens when Fby Cherise has a drink?”
Dora shrugged and said a note of resignation in her voice, “We daly know what happened the last time she had a drink, but we never know what will happen next time, because it’s always different and always catches us off guard.”
“The last time in Fresburg, she took a small sip of fruit wine, and just as some thugs nearby started to hassle us, she took them down one by one,” Xenia chimed in, hier voice heavy with regret.
Taking them down is one thing, but she also insisted on taking them bungee jumping from dusk till dawn. If they refused, she’d hit them, scaring them so much they now see Fairy Cherise as if they’ve seen a ghost,” Xenia said, shaking her head.
Dora added, “That’s nothing. Two years ago, she took a sip of a cocktail and turned a friend of ours into a human model. insisting he had kidney deficiency and needed acupuncture. She used a hundred needles on him, making him look like a hedgehog.”
She continted. “And once, she tasted a drop of the homemade fruit wine from Linda’s in Saphira, and after that, she ran back home.”
“When she came out, she had two sets of her treasured test papers and chased Linda’s son, who had cerebral palsy to take them. She’s scared him so much that he now cries at the sight of her, Dora said, rolling her eyes.
“And there’s more, but we can’t stop her; we can only wait for her to get tired,” Dora said with a sigh.
“What happens if you try to stop her?” Truman asked, his voice trembling.
“She’ll turn her attention to you,” Dora replied, her tone leaving no room for doubt.
Dora and Xenia exchanged sighs, and Truman swallowed hard, feeling doomed.
The three of them sat quietly next to Cherise, Dora and Xenia clutched Cherise’s hands tightly, afraid she might slip away.
The next moment, Cherise broke free from Dora’s and Xenia’s grip, and with an impassive expression, she walked towards the stage. Her three friends sprang into action, cautiously following her.
Everyone, including the ten handsome guys Xenia had summoned, screamed, and shouted as Cherise took the stage. “Cherise! Cherise!”
As Truman saw this, his eyes lit up, and he quickly opened What App and initiated a video call with Leo.
Steven, Leo, and Hugh had just finished a partnership discussion with Morris in Beinisburg and were on their way back to
Betrico.
Hugh was driving, Steven was in the passenger seat, and Leo was in the back seat reporting to Morris when a WhatsApp video call from Truman interrupted him. Leo wanted to decline when Morris, remembering the incident with Cherise that morning, told him to answer.
As soon as he aniwered, the camera focused on Cherise on stage, dressed in a fitted, one–shouldered red dress. Her hair was pinned up, and her neck looked perfect. She was exuding a captivating charm as the crowd shouted, “Cherise! Cherise!”
Morris’s expression turned grave. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Truman found a quiet spot and recounted the events.
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Seeing a crowd of men taring at his Cherise, Morris felt an inexplicable irritation, and the atmosphere in the ear grew lense “Head to Ebb & Flow, speed up and keep the video on Truman Hear the place now!”
At Ebb & Flow, Cherise stood on stage like a noble queen. She slowly reached back, removed the clip holding her hair, and shook her head, and her brown tresses cascaded down like a waterfall, making her look languid and enchanting.
She then walked over to the instrument stand, glanced over at them, picked up a violin, and tucked it under her chin. The melodious sound of the violin filled the air, playing “Por Una Calieza.”
Standing on stage. Cherise played casually, like a bewitching spir. Her violin music was filled with sorrow, heartache, and
exhilaration.
On the other end of the video, Morris felt as if the violin under Cherise’s hands was piercing his heartstrings.
However, halfway through, Cherise switched to a saxophone, continuing her performance with a delicate and tender sound that captivated the audience.
After the saxophone, Cherise picked up an oboe, a guitar, a piano, a trumpet, a harmonica, and a flute.
From the violin’s “Por U Cabeza,” the saxophone’s “Endless Love,” the piano’s “Symphony of Destiny to the harmonica’s “Auld Lang Syne,” Cherise played seventeen instruments without showing any signs of stopping.
Truman and Leo, along with Morris, were astounded. They couldn’t believe their eyes as Cherise commanded the stage, a one–woman show with skills that rivaled any seasoned musician. They wondered what instruments Cherise didn’t play and found themselves almost in awe of her talent.
Dóra and Xenia, on the other hand, seemed to be old hats at this kind of spectacle. They sat there, clapping on cue, but their expressions were as blank as if they were just going through the motions.
Indeed, every time Cherise drank, a different surprise awaited them, and they knew there would be no rest until dawn.
Morris watched Cherise play nearly twenty instruments, each with professional precision, and he raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself, ‘Cherise, what other talents do you have that I don’t know about
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