Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 500

The moment Arielle sat down, the large screen on the stage lit up.

A hand made the “OK” gesture, and Arielle knew that Trisha was ready.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and touched the first key on the piano.

Ting…

The sound carried both depth and an ethereal delight.

In his seat, an excited Steven clapped his hands and exclaimed, “This is the sound!”

Not many people have seen the Goddess of Hunting, but there were many recordings made. This sound is proof that this is indeed the real Goddess of Hunting! It can’t be wrong!

Wendy, who was by the stands, snorted.

So what if the sound of the piano is good? In the hands of a country girl, it is casting pearls before swine.

to move. In a few strokes, a rich

was

accompaniment to sand painting

first note, Arielle’s fingers danced elegantly over the keys to begin

with the sweet, mellifluous sound of

breeze caressing their faces. It was like being

themselves closing their eyes and letting the music lead them into this infinite realm

and low cadence. It

the sand tray was swept away in a

action again. A full moon appeared and slowly revealed the

was the end

open. She was made aware that Arielle’s performance had drawn her into another

couldn’t hide her dejection, and her face was a picture of

it that Arielle can

changed from the quietly soothing to a brisk,

tempo.

sand painting tray created a lady in a light chiffon dress. The lady had a crescent

playing picked up to an allegro.