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 trifled with. “I’m sorry, I caught the unique scent of the violin wood. I came all the way here and realized that the door wasn’t locked. I’m really sorry.”

you?

he saw Jane’s face clearly, the man

looked puzzled, “You

was impossible for Jane to have

is Walker Luther. I’m Connor Luther’s second uncle.

I have a serious passion for the art of painting. I liked the work you did to win the

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

teasing helped ease the

for your kind words, Mr. Luther. The thought that you would

leave without locking the door. Naturally, that is

“Or rather, I’m more interested in seeing which daring burglar attempts to take my

confidently. He walked by Jane and

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

Jane was

collectors preserved these violins. They couldn’t bring themselves to

out of the ordinary for Walker to

The cost of these violins was not a primary concern. If there were any defects, there wouldn’t be a new violin

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

“It seems likely that both their owners and the violins themselves must feel some dissatisfaction. Of course, assuming that you’re

in her own strength, then forget

was clearly intended

pulling the provocation

Hal

Who’s afraid?

mind, Mr. Luther, I’ll play it

renowned, once in

As luck would have it, she was able to do so, and the

What reason did she have to

any case, if it was damaged, Jane could

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

Jane Fowler chose

Coincidentally, Beethoven was

ran her fingers softly

The shape of the violin strings was

front of her, and the sandalwood

It was fascinating and

Jane couldn’t

musician, she was more than grateful to be able to play

that could have

debugging

narrowed and her

must be a virtuosic musician

fine tuning this rare, out of production violin from the turn of the previous

possible. In a sense, it breathed a new life

the violin was silently