Instantly, the people around raised their eyebrows and frowned.
A few among them knew her personally.
Amy had only attended the evening banquet because of Professor Levin's influence.
But she had never expected the so-called talented young pianist to lose her composure like this.
Scarlett, standing not far away, wore a deeply unpleasant expression.
The fact that Amy hadn't caused Leah to lose control was bad enough.
But now, she had made such a spectacle of herself!
"Amy, please watch your language!" Hansen, who had been observing everything, spoke sternly.
"Hansen, sir?"
"I saw everything just now, and compared to Miss Phillips, your piano skills are far inferior."
Hansen didn't mince his words, instantly making Amy's face turn beet red.
"No, Mr. Hansen, what happened earlier was..."
"Hansen, sir," Leah interrupted him.
She spoke slowly, "Amy was probably just too nervous, and he
Diana nodded. Unusually so. Mitbahl managed to show some restraint for once, which was progress. He smiled faintly, pulling out a knife as delicate as a cicada's wing from his pocket. "Silly, silently disposing of them, without a trace; that's what a professional assassin should be capable of." Misoup pondered for a moment. "You go." "Sure, watch and learn from big brother~" Mitbahl, twirling his manicured finger, headed into the club. Diana grabbed his collar firmly. "You damn well get back here!" "Madam?" "Who told you we were thrown out by someone?" Diana was feeling drained. "Get back in the car, Mitbahl. Let's head back to the villa and avoid any trouble." "Alright," Mitbahl grumbled as he reluctantly climbed back into the car. Diana settled into the backseat and pulled out her phone to send a message to John. She sent several messages in a row, but there was no respo
Outside, Nisbet's shot had missed, and his face had soured. He had encountered many skilled opponents before. But this eerie scenario was a first for him. "Who are you, really?" "Someone you can't mess with." Mitbahl stood in the night's shadows, arms crossed, wearing an indifferent expression. "Since the lady's in the car, and I wouldn't want to scare you too much, I won't kill you today. Just apologize and get lost." He was putting on quite the act. "Dead man, do you even know who 'Nisbet' is? How dare you speak to him like this!" Amy stomped her foot in anger. She clung to Nisbet's arm and said, "Nisbet, don't waste your time talking to them. Just have someone drag that wretched Leah down here!" "You're right, there's no need to talk to you!" Nisbet gestured dismissively. His henchmen beside him all drew their guns from their holsters. The black muzzles of a dozen guns were all pointed at Mitb
"Ah! Ah!!!" Nisbet cried out in agony. After realizing what had happened, Nisbet fell to his knees by the car door, howling like a wounded animal. His hand! A thin blade was impaled through the back of his hand, pinning it to the car door! "What are you all waiting for?! Kill that man!" Nisbet yelled at his subordinates. His subordinates snapped back to reality, immediately scrambling to pick up the guns on the ground. But as they bent down, they felt a rush of wind pass by! Mitbahl had somehow appeared beside them, and with one swift move, he took down one big man after another, their cries echoing in the air. In less than a moment, Nisbet's once intimidating henchmen were all sprawled on the roadside, groaning in pain. Mitbahl casually flipped his long hair and wore a smug expression. Well, not one of them could put up a fight. If it weren't for his madam being present, he would have taken care
After Diana went upstairs, she and Leah headed to their respective rooms to get ready for bed. After taking a shower, she noticed her phone vibrating on the bed. She checked it and saw a message from John. "Finally, the man replies," Diana muttered before opening her phone. [John: Were you satisfied with the villa?] [Diana: Yes, I was, but there's one thing...] After sending her message, she quickly received a response. [John: What's that one thing?] [Diana: My bed is too big, and it feels too empty when I sleep alone...] Diana's heart started racing. Wow, the sensation of flirting with the ice-cold man was truly thrilling! She wondered what he would reply. Diana was filled with anticipation. Before long, John's message came in. [John: Miss you.] Diana:... Her heart instantly melted into a puddle. Damn! The usually icy and cold man, once he
"Don't move," John cautioned, holding her waist. "What's wrong?" Diana inquired. "We might start a fire with all that friction," he replied with a sly grin. Diana's mind raced for a moment before she caught on to his meaning. "You... are you being naughty?" She blinked, and then immediately realized she might have crossed a line. ... With a swift movement, Diana's face turned crimson. "I won't move... let's just sleep," she stammered, scrambling to extricate herself from John's embrace and clutching the bedsheet in a fluster. John's eyes, like a phoenix's, narrowed as he gazed intently at the petite woman before him, as if she were his prey. He had assumed she'd grown bolder, but it seemed he had overestimated her. She talked a big game, but when it came to action, she was nothing more than a harmless bunny. He couldn't help but think... Of devouring her. Diana was getting ready to slip under the
"Oh my goodness, I just lost my love and family bond in one split second!" He leaned in toward Misoup. "Hold on... Little Misoup, your face is turning red." "No, it's not." "Yes, it is!" "I'm telling you, it's not!" "If you don't believe me, I'll take a picture and show you..." Smack! Midway through Mitbahl's sentence, the chair beneath him was abruptly kicked from under him. He tumbled to the floor with a loud thud, chair and all, letting out a pig-like squeal. "Ah! My sausage!" The people at the nearby table, except for Leah who watched with keen interest, continued eating their breakfast, seemingly unfazed. It appeared to be an everyday occurrence. Diana sighed to herself, "What a lively start to the day." Diana descended the stairs slowly. "Mitbahl, you're injured. You should pay attention to your wounds," she said. "Boss! And madam!" Mitbahl's eyes sparkled. Oh, how touched h
"Diana is the daughter of my dearest friend, and I trust my judgment," Ms. Jones said confidently. She turned to Diana and Leah. "Let's head over to the stage for our performance." "Of course, Aunt Jones," Diana replied. As they were about to leave, Emily crossed her arms and raised her voice, "Ms. Jones, I can't quite figure out this 'Thompson' girl, but I must warn you, that 'Leah' is completely unfit to be a pianist. Don't let her tarnish your reputation!" "You need not worry about that, and I have some advice for you as well," Ms. Jones retorted calmly. With that, Ms. Jones led the two young musicians away. Emily furrowed her brow. What did this mean? Was she undermining Scarlett? Scarlett was her proudest student; how could she tarnish her reputation? It was utter nonsense! "Scarlett, let's go," Emily said, looking at Scarlett and preparing to leave. However, Scarlett remained standing in place. "Professor... I hav
For so many years, she had been living alone. Suddenly, two little girls had brought some liveliness into her home. After finishing dinner, Diana headed to the piano room to discuss the modifications to the piece with Ms. Jones. Once they were done with their work, the sky had grown dark. Leah descended the stairs with a helpless expression on her face, clutching her phone. "Sis, if you don't answer your phone soon, your man is probably going to storm over here." Leah shook her phone and continued, "I don't even know how he got my number. He called me all icy and asked about you... I nearly froze to death." "John?" Diana picked up her own phone and realized that John had made several missed calls. Her eyes widened slightly. "I had my phone on silent. I need to call him back right away!" Saying that, she hurriedly left the room with her phone in hand. Watching her retreating figure, a complex expression f