That Can Be Arranged

Chapter 300

Harry, sitting next to Nicholas, was a little stunned when he noticed Nicholas’s unmistakable irritated aura radiating from his person. Following Nicholas’ line of sight, he saw Scott standing tall and straight among the crowd. He asked tentatively, “President Sawyer, do you know Mr. Brooks?”

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Harry didn’t really believe those words, but he tactfully said nothing after looking at Nicholas’ cold expression mixed with a hint of anger.

Nicholas’ gloomy and icy gaze shifted from Scott to Tessa. Could she have left without a single word because of this man? But... didn‘t she say the Berlin Philharmonic 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 could neither eat nor sleep because of this woman, Nicholas could not suppress the rage in his heart, and the atmosphere 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 a beautiful and delicate lady.

“President Sawyer.” Georgia greeted Nicholas with a smile after Harry introduced them. She observed Nicholas discreetly. She could sense that the man was radiating an indescribably arrogant and domineering 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 a good 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 assistant concertmaster of the Berlin Philharmonic? Why have they replaced her tonight?”

Unfortunately, nobody could answer her doubts. The performance soon began. After the conductor commenced the performance, the lights on the stage gradually dimmed. Only a few beams of silver light remained, shining down on the seven leading performers standing on the stage. Under the illumination of the 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 bated breath.

On the stage, Tessa was tense under the illumination of the silver ray of light. She was so nervous that her palms were sweating profusely. Fortunately, despite her nervousness, she had no problems keeping up 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 up and glanced at the nervous-looking woman with a slight frown on his face. Then, he pressed his bowstring more firmly against his violin to increase the volume and drowned out the problems that came up with her playing.

Naturally, she noticed the change in his playing and glanced at him in surprise. Their gazes met. He parted 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 her eyes, she strove to calm herself down. She gradually got better under his guidance, even immersing herself in the performance.

Although this is not the Wiener 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 broken out of its cocoon. The atmosphere around her changed, and she began to bloom with a brilliance that belonged only to her. Her superb performance gradually attracted the audience’s attention, and they started 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 on enjoying 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.