Chapter 217

“Ms. Carmichael, how about a performance? It is Elbert's birthday, after all. Even if you didn't bring a proper gift, surely you won't begrudge us a song."

"Yes, Ms. Carmichael, you're a Carmichael, after all. Don't tell us you can't even play the piano?"

"Don't worry-even if you're not as talented as Miss Regina, we won't laugh at you. There aren't many prodigies like her, you know."

A number of guests began to chime in, some simply eager for drama, others— wealthy young men with less-than-honorable intentions-openly eyeing Citrine with bold, hungry gazes.

At that moment, Elbert finally spoke up.

“Ms. Carmichael, it's my birthday today. Since everyone wants to see you perform, do me the honor and play a piece, won't you?"

Elbert didn't actually believe Citrine had any real talent; he just wanted to see her make a spectacle of herself.

right through him. Without hesitation, she declined. “Elbert,

pressed together, her face pale and her expression difficult

she finished speaking than the murmurs around

just a piano piece-what's the big deal?

even have the

to her, Miss Regina is so

contain himself.

my granddaughter! Tired of living, are you, picking a fight with the Carmichael family?"

been begging him to keep his cool, Weston would have flipped the table and stormed

his outburst, the room

Havencrest-Weston's reaction left

nor even risk underestimating Citrine, the Carmichael

brow twitched. He reached out, trying to calm the old man. "Come on, Weston, we just wanted Ms. Carmichael to

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255