Chapter 606


    The elderly man was nearing the end of his life, and his body had shown signs of aging. Life, death,


    sickness were naturalws that no one could stop.


    She frowned slightly and felt something wrong with Ramiro''s lung.


    However, without a detailed examination, she couldn''t easilye to a conclusion.


    Then she heard Mr. Cantrell''s voice, "Anyone can have this zither as long as they are destined for it."


    As he spoke, he coughed violently twice.


    Franklin looked displeasedly at I when Ramiro spoke up like that.


    But since Ramiro had spoken up, he couldn''t say anything else.


    He just looked coldly at Ramiro and said, "Mr. Cantrell, I think this piano is very suitable for my wife.


    How did you determine who is destined for it?"


    Ramiro turned pale because of his violent coughing fit; he looked very weak indeed.


    Standing behind him was a young man who gently patted him on the back and spoke on his behalf,


    "My master said that this zither has spirituality; it has been in this world for thousands of years and has


    already absorbed the spiritual energy of the world around us... So anyone who is truly destined will feel


    its signal."


    I''s smile froze on her face; what kind of nonsense was this? Did they really believe in some kind of


    mythical legend? Wasn''t everything just based on what Ramiro felt like doing?


    So I decided to perform herself well. "Mr. Cantrell," she suggested brightly,"Why don''t I y you


    something on the piano or flute? You can see how talented I am!"


    She wanted to perform before Sylvia so that she could make an impression first; after all, the first


    impression always counts!


    And since most MI6 agents weren''t exactly musically inclined, they naturally gravitated towards I


    due to their close working rtionship with her over time.


    Some even thought that Franklin would eventually marry her! But now there was Mrs. Maskelyne


    suddenly appearing out of nowhere.


    Some of them couldn''t quite ept it and felt sorry and sad for I.


    After all, in their eyes, I was the best.


    She matched Franklin perfectly.


    Not only was she beautiful, but herputer skills were also extremely high.


    It was said that there was a group called "Secretly, Greatly" that wanted to recruit her back then.


    But she didn''t go because she couldn''t bear to leave MI6.


    For Master Franklin''s sake, she gave up her bright future.


    Although MI6 was also good, it was said that "Secretly, Greatly" served the country directly as a


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    national level institution under the president''s direct control.


    When they heard that I would perform, several of her colleagues immediately brought out a piano


    from the music room and even grabbed a flute.


    I softly thanked them, "Thank you all so much! I will definitely do my best."


    She smiled a sweet and attractive smile.


    "I! You''re wee!"


    "Good luck!"


    I sat down behind the piano with her fingers resting on ck and white keys.


    A melodious "The Blue Danube" flowed out from her fingertips as piano music echoed continuously


    over the entire castle, sounding very pleasant to hear.


    Sylvia listened quietly to this song; objectively speaking, I''s piano skills were slightly stronger than


    Tiffany''s but not quite as good as Jenna''s;pared to Sylvia, there was an even greater gap between


    them.


    She just listened without expressing any opinions or suggestions, seeming like everything had nothing


    to do with her; she was like an outsider looking in...


    The song ended quickly and I confidently stood up before walking over towards Ramiro, "Mr.


    Cantrell! What do you think? How did I do?"


    "You yed well on piano, but unfortunately, Miss Saunders, you''re not fit for it," the Old Mr Cantrell


    shook his head disappointedly.


    I''s face stiffened as she spoke urgently, "But I can y flute too! Why don''t I y another piece for


    you? Please don''t reject me so soon!"


    If she could get Ramiro''s zither, she would finally be respected by those in the music industry and


    receive even more admiration from her colleagues at MI6.


    Living in a male-dominated group like MI6, she was used to being admired by all sorts of men every


    day.


    So...


    She was currently angry and frustrated but didn''t dare to throw a fit at Ramiro.