No Way Back

Chapter 282

Was Jane lost? Had she lost her way? Something like that may have happened to Lila, but not to Jane.

Jane texted. [I’ve gone to the toilet. Go and have fun with Connor first. Go back to your room if you feel the need for a nap. I’ll see you during dinner]

Lila texted back, [****! You didn’t even tell us you were going to the toilet. I was going to wait for you.]

Jane replied. [You *****girl… Why are you waiting for me while I’m in the toilet? If you aren’t ashamed by this, I am.]

However, that wasn’t the truth.

Jane didn’t go to the toilet.

Instead, she secretly slipped out of sight after they returned to the resort.

It was so Connor and Lila could have some time to themselves.

The two of them were chatting and laughing, making Jane look like an enormous third wheel.

It was as if she was constantly getting in their way.

Even if Connor and Lila didn’t mind, Jane did.

It was better to be alone by herself.

At this moment, Jane noticed a peculiar scent emanating from a nearby home as she walked by.

Not only did the cold winter month not affect the fragrance, but it also seemed to grow even richer and more mellow. “This is…”

Jane couldn’t resist opening the door of the scarlet home that was in front of her.

Within, there was an orchestra of violins

Evidently, the owner of the house placed a high value on these precious violins.

“Beethoven, Mozart… they’re all discontinued. These violins honor these historical musicians by bearing their names.”

“They’re worth a fortune. Why is it being kept here in plain sight, with the door left unlocked?”

Even Jane was unable to contain her awe of the generosity shown by the owner of this property.

Or rather…

That was a show of complete faith in the resort’s safety measures.

“Who are you?”

A surprised voice suddenly came from behind the door.

As Jane turned around, she noticed a man with a flat top haircut and natural, uncolored hair. His *****hair and the lines that had formed near the corners of his eyes were clear evidence of the passage of time.

feet 3 inches. He was decked up in a down coat, thermal trousers, and ice skates. He looked as strong as a bear, and every once in a while, his eyes would shine with a piercing radiance. Despite his age, he seemed courageous as ever and not to be trifled with.

“It’s you?

saw Jane’s face clearly, the man seemed

puzzled, “You

impossible for Jane to have no recollection of such

Luther. I’m Connor Luther’s second uncle. I’m also one of the current shareholders of

a serious passion for the art of painting. I liked the work you did to win the world championship and the things you made

be able to meet my hero here. Connor had told me many things about you. You

teasing helped ease

hidden sigh of relief, Jane responded, “Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Luther. The thought that you would suspect me of theft

fortune. I dared to leave without locking the door. Naturally, that is because I have faith in the safety measures

interested in seeing which

Walker smiled and strode confidently. He walked by Jane and reached for a violin on the

“Since you can smell the violin at such weather, surely you must know a thing or two about the violin, Miss Jane. Do you want to give

was slightly

They couldn’t bring themselves to

ordinary for Walker to ask someone he barely

these violins was not a primary concern. If there were any defects,

being cooped up here indefinitely if it

owners and the violins themselves must feel some dissatisfaction. Of course, assuming that you’re confident

her

tone was clearly intended to

pulling the provocation

Hal

Who’s afraid?

mind, Mr. Luther, I’ll play it

was eager to give this renowned, once in a generation violin a go as

have it, she was able to do so, and the violin’s

reason did she

was damaged, Jane could

violins here. Dont worry, I just found a friend to help me

Jane Fowler chose a violin named

Beethoven was also Jane’s

She ran her fingers softly over

The shape of the violin strings was

and the sandalwood scent of antiquity wafted

It was fascinating and

Jane couldn’t help but

grateful to be able to play such a

could have been more amazing than

debugging

eyes narrowed and

friend must be a virtuosic musician with a reverence for

this rare, out of production violin from

every way possible. In a sense,

as if the violin was silently calling