No Way Back

Chapter 219

Arthur was slightly stunned.

The performance team arranged for today shouldn’t have arrived yet, right?

It was the sound of the piano…

A figure suddenly appeared in Arthur’s mind.

Could it be…

Was it Quinton?

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave for a moment. You can continue tasting.”

Arthur left in a hurry.

Jane tasted the vegetables and listened to the melodious piano.

Josh closed his eyes and enjoyed it. “This plano piece is not bad. I’ve never heard of this song before. The player must be very good.”

Jane pursed her lips. “It feels like it’s calling from the heart.”

There seemed to be a kind of warmth in the sound of the piano..

It called the distant migratory birds back to their nests.

This reminded Jane of the ***Fowlers.

They shamelessly refused to let go of Jane.

They even begged and pretended to be good family members, hoping that Jane would forgive them.

Then who could forgive Jane’s ****in her previous life?

What about extinguishing the flames of hatred?

At this moment, Arthur had already arrived at the place where the piano was playing.

As expected.

It was Quinton.

He was wearing a ***suit with a brilliant flower emblem on his chest. His brows were slightly lowered, and his fair fingertips were playing a gorgeous movement on the piano.

Although he couldn’t compare to Quinton’s third brother, Aaron, Quinton’s most outstanding ability was composing.

To a certain extent, Quinton’s eye-catching ability was stronger than Aaron’s because Quinton was an all-rounded musical

genius.

If he wanted to arrange music, he had to be proficient in all instruments. Any one of Quinton’s songs earned him hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Someone hurried over to report, “Arthur, Mr. Quinton Fowler insists on performing on stage. I think Quinton Fowler has a good relationship with you, so…”

“Forget it.”

for Quinton to finish playing the piano

walked straight over and did not avoid his gaze.

think I’ll

from a gold medal composer like you. You make my

the piano in my restaurant, shouldn’t you have told

because no matter what, I have to play this piano piece

in Quinton’s eyes,

know…

his eyes. “Yes, between our

already played the piano. It’s time to sit down and fulfill

thing to ask of

“**!”

After that plano piece.

to Ferris wheel and took over Quinton’s

did not play as

didn’t have the soul-stirring style of the

a pity… That

wheel can’t hire such a pianist.

touched his

was in no hurry

thought of something

is the food not to

it’s delicious. I was just thinking about something and

At this moment

arrived before Jane and

a small problem just now. I went

Fowler, this is a manuscript written to you by a certain

“For me?”

had a

to her. Jane thought for a

seeing the manuscript, she found it was the score for

felt the notes

She turned a page.

It was a poem.

***. The moon reminds

disdains to be

does not

“The stars regret it.”

*The planet is sad.”

clearly feel the silence and

spend more time listening

is not

is a record of

planet write it

name of

Sea, Sky in

Jane

knew how she got the ominous feeling

sighed softly. “Arthur, you shouldn’t have interfered

and sent the manuscript over. I have no idea

guiltily lied, completely