Melissa's heart swelled with conflicting emotions. She was touched that people still remembered her voice and saddened that they pitied her.
Her uncle and his wife approached with overly bright smiles.
"Melissa, darling, we're all so happy to see you," her uncle said smoothly, reaching forward to embrace her.
Melissa stepped back, refusing the gesture.
"Ahaha... we missed you so much," he said, trying to cover the awkward moment. "Sorry we haven't checked in on you."
Bunch of pretenders, Cherry muttered under her breath.
His wife clicked her tongue. "And why did you bring a lawyer? This is supposed to be a celebration, Melissa. Tonight marks the twentieth anniversary of this company. Don't spoil the mood-we spent a fortune on this event."
Melissa ignored her entirely. Without a word, she turned and walked straight toward the stage, Kan by her side.
Gasps rippled through the hall when the pair stepped into the light. Melissa looked radiant, but it was Kan who drew stares. He seemed to glow, like a star piercing the darkness. Girls whispered, some even sneaking pictures on their phones. Aria herself couldn't tear her eyes away.
"Good evening, everyone."
Kan's smooth voice echoed through the speakers, pulling the audience from their daze.
"My name is Kim Kan, and I'll be speaking on behalf of my beautiful boss, Miss Melissa Williams. Good evening once again."
He lifted the microphone, his eyes scanning the crowd. "As you all know, Melissa Williams was once a singer in this very industry. She wishes to thank each and every one of you for being here tonight to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of W-Gold Music."
Applause followed. Kan continued. "She would also like to extend her gratitude to her uncle and his wife for managing the company in her absence, for keeping it alive, and for raising new talents who shine as brightly as ever. For that, she is grateful."
Melissa lifted her glass of wine, and Kan's voice sharpened with purpose. "But tonight is more than a celebration. Melissa would like to officially announce that she will be reclaiming what is rightfully hers. From this moment forward, she will be taking charge of W-Gold Music. She hopes you all support and respect her decision."
Melissa raised her glass higher, her eyes cold and unyielding.
"A toast," Kan declared.
"To her arrival!" the crowd echoed, lifting their glasses. Applause rang out, though beneath the clapping, Melissa caught the flicker of rage on her uncle and aunt's faces. They smiled, but their eyes burned with venom.
When Melissa and Kan stepped off the stage, her uncle intercepted them. "Melissa-we need to talk."
They excused themselves from the guests and moved to a quieter corner.
"What was that performance?" her uncle hissed, his mask slipping. "You're still sick. You can't talk-how will you possibly run this company? After everything we did for you, is this how you repay us? And what about your cousins?" His wife's voice dripped with false pity.
Melissa's eyes hardened. She signed with sharp, precise movements, her hands slicing the air.
Kan translated in a steady tone: "Wow, Uncle Ben-drop the act. It doesn't suit you. For your information, I am fine. I will get my voice back soon. As for your daughters, if they want to survive, they can either work under me or go find their own path. If you have anything else to say, speak to my lawyer. That's why he's here."
Her last sign was final-Goodbye, Uncle Ben.
Kan's voice carried the words like a gavel striking down.
Without another glance, Melissa turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the marble as her uncle and aunt stood frozen, their smiles finally gone.