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.

ever and not to be

“It’s you?

When he saw Jane’s face clearly, the man seemed

looked puzzled, “You

have no recollection of such a venerable

uncle. I’m also one

your mark as a well-known figure in Crucsia. How am I not familiar with your name? Also, I have a serious passion for the art of painting. I liked the work you did to win the world championship and the things you made during the X era. I think

be able to meet my hero here. Connor had told me many

helped

Jane responded, “Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Luther.

are works of art and would sell for a fortune. I dared to leave without locking the door. Naturally, that is because I have

“Or rather, I’m more interested in seeing which daring burglar

and strode confidently. He walked by Jane and reached for a

weather, surely you must know a thing or two about the violin, Miss Jane. Do you want to give it a try?” “Are you serious? This is a discontinued

was

themselves to do anything with

of the ordinary for Walker to ask someone he barely knew to play the

a primary concern. If there were any defects, there wouldn’t be a new violin that

made to be played with What’s the use of being cooped up here indefinitely if it can’t even

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

don’t believe in her own strength, then forget it. Miss

Walker’s tone was clearly intended to be

pulling the provocation

Hal

Who’s afraid?

mind, Mr. Luther, I’ll play it

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

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

What reason did she

any case, if it was

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

Jane Fowler chose a

Beethoven was also

fingers softly over the violin’s

violin strings was traced out

the violin in front of her, and the sandalwood scent of

was fascinating

Jane couldn’t

grateful to be able to play such a

nothing else that could have been

The debugging

and her

musician with a

of production violin from the turn

The strings were perfect in every way possible. In

was as if the violin was silently calling