NovelAppChapter 163 On the other end, Holt sounded more excited than I had ever heard him.
"That's wonderful! Let's meet-nthe tand place!" After hanging up the phone with Holt, I moved swiftly to get ready.
I washed up, changed into something more presentable, and headed out, determined to be punctual for our meeting.
Holt lived in an affluent part of town, and it showed as soon as I entered the villa area.
icured lawns stretched wide in every direction, with lush gardens lining the cobblestone paths.
The trees were trimmed to perfection, their leaves shimmering in the sunlight as if each was handpicked.
The houses, or rather mansions, were more akin to private estates, each with tall iron gates and elaborate facades.
Holt's villa was no different-an elegant white structure with grand columns at the entrance and towering windows that hinted at the opulence inside.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen I arrived, a maid welcomedand guidedthrough the marble hallways, the sound of her footsteps soft against the polished floors.
Every corner of the house radiated wealth-ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and expensive art adorned the walls.
We entered the living room, where Holt was sitting with a book in hand.
He quickly rose when he saw me, his movements eager.
"Miss Elizabeth, thank you for coming," he greeted warmly, gesturing toward the piano room. "Shall we?" His voice had a certain anticipation to it, like someone waiting for something extraordinary. "Yes, of course," I responded, giving a polite smile.
We walked through another set of doors, and I found myself in front of a grand piano that immediately caught my attention.
It was stunning, the sleek black surface polished to a mirror-like shine.
It was clearly worth a fortune-possibly a rare make, judging by its flawless build and craftsmanship.
Taking a seat at the piano bench, I ran my fingers across the keys, testing a few notes.
The sound was rich, resonant, as if the piano itself was eager to be played.
I took a deep breath and let the familiar melody flow through me.
As I began to play, I could sense Holt behind me, listening intently.
His breathing grew quieter as the notes filled the room, and I saw him close his eyes, allowing the music to transport him.
I played with precision but also with the depth of emotion I had been carrying for so long.
This wasn't just a performance-it was an expression of everything I had been through, every pain and joy. The melody wove itself into something" raw, heartfelt, and undeniable.
When I finished, silence hung in the air for a long moment.
I could feel Holt's shock, the depth of his reaction.
Slowly, I turned around and saw him standing there, stunned, his eyes slightly misty. He blinked rapidly, composing himself, but the emotion lingered- on his face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"That was.... incredible," he finally said, his voice almost breaking. "I have searched for years for someone who could bring this piece to life like you just did. I've had countless pianists cand try, but none of them-none- were able to capture it the way you have." 10:23 After I Amazed the World, the Cold Alpha Regretted 5V.6% Chapter 163 I felt a surge of pride but remained composed. "Thank you. It means a lot to hear that from you." Holt took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions.
Thave to tell you," he said, his tone becoming more serious, "the one who truly wanted you play this e piege isn't me. I was just the middleman. The actual client prefers to remain anonymous due to... their sensitive position." My curiosity piqued. "Who is this client? Why the mystery?"
Holt shook his head slightly, offering a small smile. "I can't tell you that, at least not yet. But what I can ask is whether you're willing to send the video I took of your performance to them. They've been waiting for someone like you." I paused briefly before nodding. "Sure, I trust your judgment." th my approval, Holt quickly sent the video off and excused himself to find my payment.
I stayed seated, gently pressing a few more keys, reflecting on the moment.
Just as the door clicked behind Holt, signaling his departure, it swung open again, this trevealing Aria, her entrance far less subtle.
"Uncle," she announced with a haughty air, throwing her designer bag onto the couch.
She looked around the room before her eyes landed on Holt, who was wiping his eyes discreetly. "What's wrong with you today? You look weird Holt cleared his throat, attempting to shake off the emotional moment.
"I invited Elizabeth, the pianist everyone's been talking about, to play a piece. It was... exceptional. Now, I'm planning to introduce her to simportant clients." Aria's face e.
instantly darkened, her lips curling into a frown. "Just a piece of music? Is it really that good?" Her voice carried a sharp, irritated edge, as if the very idea that someone else could impress her uncle irked her.
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