"’When he realizes who he’s rejected, he’ll regret it in the future!’" Ghania Quinlan’s eyes shone with disdain.
Indeed.
What kind of family the Sullivans are.
Besides having that background, Ivy Wilmar is said to be a formidable presence in Beijing, and her own status in the music world is not ordinary.
What is Lighten Chaser anyway.
Just an internet celebrity.
A frog in a well, inexperienced, and foolishly rejected the chance to climb higher. Wait until the online heat dies down, she’ll regret her shortsightedness!
Ivy Wilmar’s face softened a bit.
Ghania Quinlan affectionately linked arms with her, encouragingly whispering, "Aunt, don’t worry, I will definitely get into Tsinghua University on my own strength and make you and Uncle proud! As for Mr. Norton, he seems to be the honorary professor of the Music Departnt at Tsinghua, I’ll have the chance to et him and will move him with my music."
"He’s a master in the music circle, I believe what he appreciates is the music itself. As long as I have the ability, he will eventually see my effort."
Ghania Quinlan spoke with full confidence.
Ivy Wilmar glanced at her. Although she found her confidence laughable, she didn’t ntion Caryn Zachmann’s matter. With a composed expression, she gestured towards the piano and nudged with her lips, "Alright, I get it. Keep playing, there was a small flaw in your fingering in the piece you played just now. Play it again, let see."
Ghania Quinlan had wanted to use this opportunity to please her. Seeing her regain her composure, but with a cold expression towards herself, she felt unwilling but did not dare to lash out. She just took a deep breath, cald her mind, and re-imrsed herself in the practice...
The piece she was practising was intended for her Tsinghua University examination. Ivy Wilmar had specifically found a piece written by a renowned dostic piano master for her, all for a stunning debut.
Ghania Quinlan’s lips curved up, brightness shining in her eyes, already eager to see herself stand out on the day of the exam!
*
The next day.
Nathalie Quinlan got up early.
She was heading to Pinecone Group, so she casually picked a long-sleeved t-shirt from the wardrobe, grabbed her backpack, and left the house.
In the living room, Alfred Garland was talking to Amadeus Yancey about Lighten Chaser’s song release yesterday. Seeing her co out, he greeted her cheerfully.
"Ms. Quinlan, good morning."
"Yeah, morning."
Nathalie Quinlan adjusted her bag, her eyes fierce.
Amadeus Yancey watched her dressed and ready to leave, his deep eyes darkening, like an endless abyss.
"Ready to go out? Do you want Alfred to give you a ride?"
Nathalie Quinlan, seeing his face, was reminded of the things in her room, both worn and used. She massaged her brow and shook her head, "No need, I called for a car on my phone, it’s about to arrive."
Alfred Garland’s face slumped in dejection, looking at her and speaking dolefully, "Miss Quinlan, did I do sothing wrong, or do you find too talkative?"
"Hmm?"
He was clearly distressed, muttering, "Otherwise, why wouldn’t you ride in my car... instead of calling for an online-hailing cab."
Amadeus usually acts like a dog, but he can surely behave like a person!
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t know where he drew his conclusions from and was at a loss for words. Just then her phone rang. The driver of the online-hailing cab downstairs was urging her to co down, so she could only say to Alfred, "Next ti."
Then she turned to glance one more ti at the man casually playing on the computer while sitting on the sofa, and hurriedly said, "I’m off."
Amadeus Yancey’s handso face, with clearly defined contours, was reflecting her image in his eyes. His hands with distinct knuckles were resting beside his legs as he uttered a sound, and before she left, his voice teasingly added, "Be careful on the road, co back early."
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