There are candlesticks placed on both sides of a long dining table. The flickering dim candlelight reflects an ambiguous warmth. Together with the soothing and melodious music played by the indoor band, it is unspeakably romantic.
"If it weren't for Granneuve, a rude and uneducated ugly man, then everything would be perfect." Grace scooped up the red caviar and put it into her mouth, then raised her head and glanced at Granneuve opposite.
The swollen face, sparse hair, and hideous appearance immediately made her feel sick. Even an ordinary fat man would be better than this one.
Granneuf pinched the thin stem of the cup and showed a smile that he thought was charming: "Grace, your temperament is more impressive than your appearance, especially when you play the piano quietly. Isn't it every time?
A girl with good musical talent can be so charming?"
Grace almost retched, but there was a strong sense of pride in her heart. Although Granneuf was already in his forties, he was one of the top twenty richest people in Sturk City, and he was in the same league as him.
Viscount Wright and other great aristocrats have deep friendships, and they are powerful and wealthy men. Being chased by such a man, even if she is not moved, is something to show off and be proud of.
"Ever since I became a student of Mr. Evans and became a 'musician', men who used to look down on me began to gather around me... It is indeed a common problem of every man to like to conquer."
Reese smiled reservedly as she thought about it, "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Granuve."
Then she wiped the corners of her mouth with a white napkin: "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."
Just as she stood up, the Granneuve guard who was guarding the door took a step forward: "Miss Grace, the waiter informed us that there was something wrong with the bathroom in the small restaurant. You can only go downstairs."
Graneuve said with a hint of anger: "How could something go wrong? What on earth are the people in the restaurant doing?" He is actually the de facto owner of the restaurant.
"Mr. Granuve, it doesn't matter. No one expected the accident, and it's not far downstairs." Grace replied with "the cultivation that a musician should have."
Granneuve nodded appreciatively: "Grace, I think you are more attractive."
Grace shut up tightly and only responded with a smile to prevent herself from actually vomiting. Then, under the guidance of the waiter in the small restaurant, she went to the bathroom on the first floor.
Pushing open the door is a full-length mirror, and in front of the mirror are two sinks. This arrangement is convenient for women to touch up their makeup.
Grace came out of the ladies' bathroom on the left and stood in front of the sink to touch up her makeup. Looking at her radiant self, she couldn't help but hum a cheerful melody.
Such a melody is just like her mood at this time. After a long and arduous journey to the Alto Music Festival, her life has become like a dream. Money, honor, praise and pursuit that she had never imagined before are...
Coming overwhelmingly.
After touching up her makeup, Grace whispered to her charming self in the mirror: "At this time last year, you were still an ordinary musician with a haggard appearance and a bleak future. You relied on the savings saved by your father, mother and brother to have any hope of going abroad.
Aalto completes his dream journey. At this time of this year, you are already Stürk's tulip, a promising musician, you have bought a three-story villa for your family, and you are chased by many nobles and businessmen. You are living a life that was unimaginable before.
a luxurious life.”
"Grace, please remember. All this is because you are the best one in the band who learns and plays the piano, so it is you, not Piola, not Sharon, not Green and Lester who set foot on the stage.
This position. You can't be confused by life and forget your music and piano."
Then, her mouth moved silently: "All this is because you met that talented musician. And life now is like a flower on the edge of a cliff. The more beautiful it blooms, the more dangerous it is." She was worried about this.
It often appears, but will soon be covered up by the dreamlike and beautiful life. In the joy and joy, numbly waiting for the judgment to come, just like now.
Grace's mood soon became happy again, and she packed up her cosmetics and was about to leave. But when she raised her head, she suddenly saw in the full-length mirror a handsome and steady young man with black hair and black eyes entering the bathroom.
Her whole body immediately became stiff, her expression was one of indescribable fear, and the leather bag in her hand fell to the ground, making a soft sound like bottles colliding.
"E, Mr. Evans." Although Grace knew that she should pretend not to see it at this time, cover her face and quickly walk out of the bathroom, and then take her parents and relatives away from Stork, but this long-feared nightmare finally finally
When it came, she seemed to be in endless fear. She lost control of her body and mouth, and her teeth chattered as if she was shouting in her sleep.
Lucien walked to another sink, scooped up water from the reservoir and poured it into it. He smiled slightly and said: "Hello Grace, I almost didn't recognize you when I saw you just now. You have changed so much. Haha.
, being able to dress up and being in a good mood will always make people look beautiful.”
"Mr. Evans, I didn't expect that when you came to Sturke, there was no newspaper report!" Grace suppressed her fear slightly, replied with a stiff smile, and screamed crazily in her heart, "He must not know! He must not know
Don’t know now!”
Lucien turned his head and glanced at her: "Speaking of newspapers, I remembered the "Sturk Daily News" I just read. It had something about you..."
"He knows... He knows..." Grace could only see Lucien's moving lips, and could not hear what he said next. Then her eyesight turned black, and she staggered and was about to fall down.
But she felt a strong arm holding her shoulders, and she didn't let go until she stood firmly.
Lifting his head and looking at Lucien in front of him, Gray's face turned pale, his whole body was trembling and he sobbed and begged: "Mr. Evans, I shouldn't pretend to be your student. It's because I'm too greedy and I can't bear the hardships of life. Please.
Please forgive me, I will apologize and clarify in the "Sturk Daily" tomorrow."
After saying this, all the strength in her body seemed to be completely drained. If she hadn't been holding on to the sink, she would have fallen to the ground, because once it was published in the newspaper, all her identity and status, all her money and
The popularity will all disappear. Not only will he become an ordinary musician who no one pays attention to, but he will also be spurned and despised by countless people.
But she also understands that only a sincere and thorough apology at this time can avoid more serious consequences, such as being thrown into the city jail for fraud.
Lucien smiled gently and said: "Grace, the fact that you have been able to pretend to be my piano student for so long without being discovered is enough to prove that you have good piano talent, so I am very curious as to why you don't rely on yourself and instead take the risk of taking this destined path."
A path that will be revealed?”
Hearing that Lucien not only did not curse, but asked gently for the reason, Grace burst into tears. At the same time, she also vaguely felt that she seemed to have a chance, so she sobbed and answered: "I am from an ordinary civilian background.
My family, in order for me to study music and pursue my music dream in Alto, my parents and relatives spent all their savings."
"After returning from Aalto, we originally planned to take the first step on the musical path by taking advantage of Mr. Evans's guidance of our Fantasia. However, our first performance with the help of your reputation, Mr. Evans, received an unexpected success.
The great success, praise, money, popularity, etc. came one after another, which dazzled our eyes, so we came up with the idea of posing as your students."
"At this time, my parents were unable to make money and their small business went bankrupt. They were sued in the city court and were about to be thrown into prison. Therefore, I had no other choice and agreed to their proposal. I, who was the best at playing the piano,
I pretended to be your student, Mr. Evans. After that, I fell into the swamp step by step and could no longer extricate myself."
Grace's reddish eyes stared at Lucien's face and prayed: "Mr. Evans, I wonder how you can forgive me?"
After a pause, she gritted her teeth and said firmly: "I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do!" As long as she can get Mr. Evans' forgiveness, even if she lets her conservative self exchange it with her body!
After living in such a dreamy life for more than a month, Grace knew that she did not want to go back to the past at all!
Lucien saw that the progress was going well and that he had not wasted his time in destroying the sewer of the VIP restaurant, so he nodded slightly: "Your experience is understandable, but cheating is always a bad behavior."
Just when Grace was in despair, Lucien changed the topic: "By the way, do you know Mr. Granuve?"
"Yes, Mr. Granneuve invited me tonight." Grace replied puzzledly. Does Mr. Evans want to get acquainted with Granneuve, a rich man? But he is the princess's music consultant, regardless of status or money.
There is no shortage of anything.
Although she was puzzled, Grace still tried to seize every opportunity and tried her best to exaggerate her relationship with Granneuve: "Mr. Granneuve is pursuing me." Then she thought for a while and said, "According to the
According to Stork's custom, only having banquets at restaurants outside can achieve the romantic pursuit."
"Grace, a friend asked me to send a note to Mr. Graneuve. I would like to ask for your help." Lucien smiled, "By the way, you must never reveal my identity. Just say yes."
A mysterious stranger you met in the bathroom."
"Why..." Grace was about to ask why, but she swallowed it when she saw Lucien's smiling face. No matter why, as long as she followed Mr. Evans's instructions, she could maintain a good life.
Hope, so she nodded without hesitation, "Mr. Evans, please rest assured, I will definitely complete your instructions."
Lucien handed Grace a tightly folded piece of paper: "Don't peek. If the final result is good, maybe I will consider coaching your piano skills."
"Really?!" Grace said in surprise, took a deep breath, patted her chest, and nodded solemnly.
After Grace put on her makeup again and left, Lucien slowly checked out and left the restaurant.