Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The melodic tune of the piano echoed in the spacious hall. The guests felt as though they were on cloud nine as the music guided them to a trip down memory lane, back to their carefree days.

The guests in the hall paused and indulged themselves, listening to the euphonic tune produced by the skillful pianist. The performance, which was never meant to be the highlight of the banquet, grabbed the attention of the guests as though they were there for an exclusive performance of a renowned pianist.

On the other end of the hall, another pair of glistening, aqua blue eyes could be seen staring at Charlotte affectionately. The man seemed to be surprised and delighted at the same time.

After Michael indulged himself in the harmonious piece for a short while, he looked elsewhere and headed to the back of the hall to locate Charlotte because he wasn’t aware she was the mysterious pianist.Soon, loud applause erupted in the banquet hall after the first piece ended.

Charlotte got up from the seat and bowed at the audience before continuing with the second piece—Grande valse Brillante in E-flat major by Chopin.

The euphonic tune of the piece gave off the impression of a deeply in love lady dancing ballet by the lake while waiting for the arrival of her loved one.

As Charlotte reached the climax of the piece, the guests started swaying rhythmically along with the euphonic tune, smiling because they had a great time enjoying the music.

Zachary, who was known for being an indifferent man, had his lips curved upwards, forming a gentle smile.

Previously, when he was in the bar, he didn’t have the chance to enjoy the show. He noticed the woman he deemed ignorant wasn’t a complete fool—at least she was a skillful pianist.

get it! What’s so great about it? She’s but an undergraduate from a local music

few on this planet that possess such top-notch skills, yet you’re considering this to be irritating? I guess you’re the one who can’t grasp the concept behind the music!” Zachary

“N-No, Zachary… I-I—”

stopped Sharon because he didn’t want her to ruin the blissful

choice but to keep her mouth shut tight as instructed, but she felt

third piece after the second piece. The third

anxious because she noticed the sheet music had been torn

barely recall the notes because it had been four years since she last

and couldn’t

What should I

postlude was nowhere to be seen. Eventually, she braced herself and started

noticed something was

current piece was nothing similar to the previous two flawless pieces. The guests who had been indulging themselves started

she wondered if she should stop, a

on par with Charlotte in terms of skills. Apart from that, he was familiar with the sheet music of the particular piece and didn’t have to refer to the sheet music to recite the

the pace