Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Zion was very cautious, afraid of disturbing the person in the video. “Is it Mr. Brooks?” he asked,

The crowd lost its composure. However, an eerie silence followed. No one spoke. All eyes were fixed on Yvette’s phone, their gazes filled with doubt, shock, and disbelief. They mused, Can anything more absurd happen? An ordinary physics student is on a call with the world-renowned pianist, Bryan: Nobody would believe such a thing.

Bryan, hearing his name called, responded, “Yes, it’s me.” His awkward Clusian silenced everyone in the room. It was truly Bryan.

Bryan, who was in Mysonna, had not heard from Yvette in three years. When he saw the familiar number, he quickly put” down his scissors, ignoring his favorite flowers. His face on the video screen was filled with frustration.

Yvette had been Bryan’s best student, or rather, a natural prodigy. The Ross family had chased her away when she was young, and he had been trying to find her since. Seven years ago, she had reached out to him after learning about his wife’s illness.

She even mailed him some medicine. After that, his wife recovered, but he could no longer reach Yvette. In these past Jew years. Yvette had only contacted him three times, each time to send medicine.

Yvette, though cold, was more loyal than anyone else.

Yvette had no interest in small talk. “For whom did you compose Dream?” she asked in her usual terse tone.

Below, Zion wiped the sweat from his hands, stunned by Yvette’s straightforward attitude toward Bryan. He was not alone everyone was collectively shocked.

That was Bryan, a world-class pianist who only appeared in textbooks and had not been seen in public for nearly ten years. Every one of his appearances caused a sensation in the music world, so much so that even the president of Mysonna struggled to invite him.

Jaiden, gripping his cane, had deep calculations in his eyes. He realized he had to reevaluate the value of the Chambers family’s newly found eldest daughter, knowing Bryan was not a simple connection at all. The Lewis family was nothing compared to him. Yet, Yvette could converse with Bryan on equal terms-not even equal terms. Bryan’s attitude toward Yvette was exceptionally kind.

Jaiden thought of his grandson, Ryan, who was about the same age as Yvette and from the same department. ‘Could there be potential there?

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a world-class pianist. How

was no way it was the network of a simple girl from

one position from start to finish, unable to move. Her mind had completely collapsed. She thought she had cornered Yvette, but

for an old friend I used to Iran piano with Some people wrongly assume it was written for my wife, and when they play it, how should I put this? In Clusian terms, it feels tangled

not matter whether Yvette asked the question. Knowing Bryan personally was proof enough. There was

now.

not hold back any longer. He took a few large steps onto the stage and excitedly asked

was Yvette’s friend, did not mind. “Sure, what do you want

for a moment and then handed

face, he became even more excited. He said, “Mr. Brooks, hello! I’m Zion, a pianist from Clusia. I once had the honor

recalling the encounter. He remembered meeting Zion a few years ago when he had impulsively agreed to be a judge at the international piano competition. Zion had represented Clusia and asked him a few questions.

and unpretentious, smiled warmly. He replied, “I remember you, young man. How do you know this girl? Are you

wondered, Who else wants to be apprenticed under Yvette? And why did Mr. Brooks think I wanted

it were the mysterious pianist, Dulcem, who had risen to fame internationally three years ago with an original composition, he might want to be her apprentice. But Yvette was

not hold back any longer. They had just heard Bryan ask if Zion wanted to be Yvette’s apprentice. That had to be the most absurd joke. How was that possible?’ they

were quite a few people on Yvette’s side. “What’s going on. Yvette? Where are you?”

from Zion’s hand and replied, “It’s nothing I’m hanging up

will

a moment’s thought, she replied, “Maybe

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