Always Been Yours

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?”

Nicholas denied it without even thinking, “I don’t know him.”

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.

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

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

Annie Patel the assistant concertmaster of the Berlin

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

stage, instantly attracting the audience’s attention. Following that, a shocking auditory feast began. Many

Tessa was tense under the illumination of the silver ray of light. She was so nervous that her palms were sweating profusely.

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

noticed the change in his playing and glanced at him in surprise. Their gazes met. He parted his lips and whispered soundlessly,

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

small step forward toward my dreams. So, I will treat tonight as a dream and