NovelEnglishFinished Chapter 160 What Are You Trying to Do? "Ms. Cross, you're such a prestigious figure, and yet you refuse to play a piece for Mr. Colombo? Or is it that? I'm sorry; perhaps you simply don't know how to play the piano at all." Natalie's voice dripped with feigned sympathy and surprise, but her eyes sparkled with undisguised glee and triumph.
Hansen cursed under his breath, and he said, "Seraphina, don't-" He was about to intervene when Seraphina lightly grasped his arm. She shot a sidelong glance towards the woman on stage.
Seraphina smiled, took a delicate sip from her juice, and handed the glass to a nearby attendant.
With a graceful lift of her gown, she walked towards the piano with an elegance that commanded attention.
Under the dazzling lights, Natalie's charm paled in comparison with Seraphina. Seraphina's brilliance reduced Natalie to nothing more than a backdrop.
Seraphina stood there, the glow around her making her seem almost ethereal, her skin radiant, and her presence commanding.
Natalie was about to say something when she froze.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeraphina suddenly reached out and firmly took the microphone from Natalie's hand.
Tender yet resolute.
Her eyes held a coldness as they swept over Natalie's face with a detached indifference. "Go down." From now on, there will be no more opportunities for Natalie to stand on any stage.
Without sparing another glance at Natalie, Seraphina turned slightly and bowed politely to the audience. before moving towards the piano.
The crowd fell silent. Swere in awe, and swere in fusion.
No one had ever seen Seraphina perform in public. The Cross Group only occasionally released snippets. of information about her, shrouding everything in mystery. Her life and her talents were all enigmatic and imposing. She seated herself at the piano. As soon as her fingers touched the keys, before anyone could prepare, a cascade of notes flowed forth, light and airy, carrying with them a wave of surprise.
It was a rendition of Pachelbel's Canon. The melody flowed slowly from her fingertips. The tempo was measured and orderly, graceful yet lively, and infused with an inner resilience.
This wasn't just a piece of music; it was an artwork, a reflection of her soul.
It was her defiance, her endurance, her gentleness, and her transformation.
1/3 08:33 MI Chapter 160 What Are You Trying to Do? Finished Without a deep foundation and extraordinary talent, how could anyone play a piece that resonated so deeply with the soul? And the most breathtaking moment of all was when Seraphina sat there playing the piano-she was like a moving picture, so beautiful that no one dared to disturb it.
The piano's melody was the only sound in the room. The audience held their breath, not daring to breathe too loudly.
When the piece ended, Seraphina rose, and she smiled slightly as she looked towards Sarah.
Sarah nodded and handed over the prepared gift, which Seraphina accepted..
Hansen's eyes softened, as if about to overflow-with-tenderness.
Seraphina glanced at him and carefully took out the Patek Philippe watch from the box, each diamond on it sparkling brilliantly.
"The piano piece was for everyone, but this watch is for Hansen. This is my real gift to him No sooner had the words left her mouth than a hand gripped her wrist tightly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Seraphina." "Orion, what are you doing?" Hansen's voice was laced with displeasure. His insensibility ruined such a romantic moment.
It's Orion? So what? He won't give in either! Orion ignored Hansen's words and fixed his eyes intently on Seraphina..
The Patek Philippe in her hand gleamed.
And never before had Orion despised a watch so much. He wished he om could throw every one of the shrow ey brands he owned into the trash, Seraphina frowned and twisted her wrist free from his grasp. She looked at him coolly.
"Is there something you need, Mr. Dros?"
Orion's lips tightened into a thin line, and just as he was about tá speak, Seraphina gave him no chance.
"Whatever you want to say, save it for later. Right now, it's 'Hansen's M birthday party Mr. Dros, you shouldn't steal the spotlight. With that, she smiled and resumed her task. She carefully placed the Patek Philippe warch on Hansen's wrist.
Her face beamed with satisfaction.
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