Female Novel
Chapter 300
Chapter 300
Harry, sitting next to Nicholas, was a little stunned when he noticed Nicholas’s unmistakable irritated auraradiating from his person. Following Nicholas’ line of sight, he saw Scott standing tall and straight amongthe crowd. He asked tentatively, “President Sawyer, do you know Mr. Brooks?”novelbin
Nicholas denied it without even thinking, “I don’t know him.”
Harry didn’t really believe those words, but he tactfully said nothing after looking at Nicholas’ coldexpression mixed with a hint of anger.
Nicholas’ gloomy and icy gaze shifted from Scott toTessa. Could she have left without a single word because of this man? But... didn‘t she say the BerlinPhilharmonic fired her? So why is she performing with the Berlin Philharmonic again?
At this moment, he felt as though he had been deceived. When he thought about how Gregory couldneither eat nor sleep because of this woman, Nicholas could not suppress the rage in his heart, and theatmosphere around him became even colder than before.
Another person entered the VIP seats at this moment. It was Harry’s wife, Georgia Gardner. She was abeautiful and delicate lady.
“President Sawyer.” Georgia greeted Nicholas with a smile after Harry introduced them. She observedNicholas discreetly. She could sense that the man was radiating an indescribably arrogant anddomineering aura that compelled a person to submit to him.
Nicholas nodded with an indifferent expression, not wanting to talk. Knowing that Nicholas was not in agood mood, Harry tugged at his wife so that she did not disturb Nicholas.
In the next second, Georgia’s voice sounded again in surprise. “Huh? Isn’t Annie Patel the assistantconcertmaster of the Berlin Philharmonic? Why have they replaced her tonight?”
Unfortunately, nobody could answer her doubts. The performance soon began. After the conductorcommenced the performance, the lights on the stage gradually dimmed. Only a few beams of silver lightremained, shining down on the seven leading performers standing on the stage. Under the illumination ofthe lights, they were akin to pure and holy messengers of music sent by God…
A deep melody carrying a hint of cheer came from the stage, instantly attracting the audience’s attention.Following that, a shocking auditory feast began. Many people closed their eyes and listened with batedbreath.
On the stage, Tessa was tense under the illumination of the silver ray of light. She was so nervous thather palms were sweating profusely. Fortunately, despite her nervousness, she had no problems keepingup with the rhythm. Nevertheless, there were some flaws to her performance.
Scott was standing next to her. Due to their proximity, he soon discovered the problem. He looked upand glanced at the nervous-looking woman with a slight frown on his face. Then, he pressed hisbowstring more firmly against his violin to increase the volume and drowned out the problems that cameup with her playing.
Naturally, she noticed the change in his playing and glanced at him in surprise. Their gazes met. Heparted his lips and whispered soundlessly, “Relax. Enjoy the performance.”
She immediately felt grateful toward him, knowing that he was covering up for her mistakes. Closing hereyes, she strove to calm herself down. She gradually got better under his guidance, even immersingherself in the performance.
Although this is not theWiener Musikverein, I am still very satisfied. At least, I‘ve taken a small step forward toward my dreams. So, I will treat tonight as a dream and enjoy this experience to the fullest.
It might be due to the change in mentality, for at this moment, Tessa was like a butterfly that had brokenout of its cocoon. The atmosphere around her changed, and she began to bloom with a brilliance thatbelonged only to her. Her superb performance gradually attracted the audience’s attention, and theystarted discussing it among themselves.
“Although this assistant concertmaster’s performance is pretty good, I still prefer Annie’s style.”
“I wonder what’s the deal with this assistant concertmaster. I didn’t hear anything about Annie leaving.”
“The Berlin Philharmonic didn’t give any notice either, even though they made a substitution on the spot.”
“Perhaps something happened at the last minute. Let’s not talk about this. We should just concentrate onenjoying the music.”
An older man spoke up, and the chatter in the audience gradually subsided.
As Nicholas was sitting in the VIP seat on the second floor, he did not hear any of this discussion.