The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 70

Tm missing you here, and the top three of this year’s piano competition have been announced. The folks under me did the judging. They say this year’s entries aren’t all that. I’ll send them over for you to check out”

“Alright.” Arabella was also one of the top judges, but she rarely got involved in the judging process, leaving it to her subordinates.

Solterra held a piano competition every year, but this year there were fewer participants as most of them ran off to compete internationally.

“The one who got the first place did so largely because of his family’s reputation, plus the other entries were pretty subpar, so he just barely grabbed the first place. Second place is a pity. The first half of his piece was boring and the latter part wasn’t performed well. The climax was okay, but I feel like he added too much. Kind of unnecessary! And the third place, well, let’s not even talk about that.”

“Okay, I’ll listen.” Even though Arabella didn’t participate in the judging, she needed to know what stage the competition was at and who the talents were this year. When she opened the audio sent by Grandpa Jarvis, she saw Serena’s name

Serena won first place?

The plece did sound pretty bland.

When she clicked on the second place, she was surprised. Yolanda?!

this piece sound so familiar?

smirked, closed her laptop, and didn’t bother listening

the other side.

sitting in the lounge on the first floor of Allbara Investment,

had been waiting since moming until noon for Dylan to show up, enduring his growling stomach, waiting for

he was about to pass out from hunger!

upstairs, not even a cup of water was offered

help but approach the reception with a cautious smile on his face: “Excuse me, may

till now, surely he couldn’t have been

day! The receptionist was not as enthusiastic as before her attitude was

with patience, “Could you do me a favor? Can you check what Mr. Dylan is doing? I’ve

out of the elevator. She quickly stood up, along with her colleagues, and respectfully bowed, “Mr. Dylan!”

When Attlee finally saw the familiar figure, he immediately stepped forward to greet him.

Mario stopped him, saying. “Im sorry, Mr. Dylan has

three minutes.” Attlee wanted to squeeze to the front and say, “Thave something to say

Mr. Dylan is really in a