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.

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

“It’s you? Jane

clearly, the man seemed to recognize

Jane looked puzzled, “You

for Jane to have

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

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

so lucky to be able to meet my hero

helped ease the

a hidden sigh of relief, Jane responded, “Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Luther. The thought

sell for a fortune. I dared to leave without locking the door. Naturally, that is because I have faith in the

I’m more interested in seeing which daring burglar attempts to take my

walked by Jane and reached

the violin, Miss Jane. Do you want to give it a try?”

was slightly

collectors preserved these violins. They couldn’t bring themselves to do anything with the violins other than

to

primary concern. If there were any defects, there wouldn’t

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

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

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

clearly

he pulling the provocation

Hal

Who’s afraid?

don’t mind, Mr. Luther, I’ll play

renowned, once

able to do so,

reason did

was damaged, Jane could definitely

of the violins here.

chose a violin

Beethoven was also Jane’s

She ran her fingers softly over the violin’s

The shape of the violin strings was

and the sandalwood scent of antiquity wafted from the dark red

was fascinating

couldn’t help but

than grateful to be able to

could have been more amazing than

debugging is truly

narrowed and

musician with a reverence

of production violin from the turn of the previous century

strings were perfect in every way possible. In a sense, it breathed a new life

It was as if the violin was silently