Chapter 647 Worse than a Dog


    As Den poured out his affection, the crowd was instantly whipped into excitement.


    "Marry him, Beauty! Marry him!"


    "Beauty, you and Den are meant to be. You have to be together!"


    "Say yes! Say yes!"


    "An alliance between The Matthews and The Halls would be a celebration of two powerful families!"


    As all eyes were on Beauty, awaiting her eager eptance, Daniel stepped forward.


    "What was that mess you yed? That was supposed to be piano? Big Yellow from our vige could do better by randomly pawing at the keyboard. How dare you propose with such a performance? Shame on you!"


    Daniel''s taunt struck like a thunderbolt, leaving the onlookers utterly astonished. Den, previously brimming with confidence, now red at Daniel with eyes burning with fury.


    "Who exactly are you?" Den demanded, his voice sharp as steel.


    "Den, you might want to get your ears checked along with your piano skills. Did you not catch what I said? Let me say it again: even Big Yellow from our vige ys better than you!"


    "Who is Big Yellow?"


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    Den, already feeling the sting of humiliation, boiled over upon hearing Daniel confirm that Big Yellow was indeed a dog. It was a profound insult. A country bumpkin daredpare him to a dog?


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    Daniel''s words sent Den seething, grinding his mrs in sheer rage, itching to tear Daniel apart.


    "You''re saying I''m worse than your vige''s Big Yellow, than a dog? Are you suggesting that you, a simpleton from the country, understand music, that you can y the piano?"


    Den, raised in a family of musicians and ss, was not a man for fistfights, seeing them beneath him.


    "Piano? I''ve learned a bit from Big Yellow, not enough to say I''m a master, but I can y. I''d wager my skills surpass yours."


    Daniel, of course, didn''t hesitate to challenge Den!


    "What''s that? You really don''t know your ce, do you, country bumpkin? Daring to boast that you y better than me? Fine! I''ll humbly ept your challenge."