Chapter 300


    Chapter 300


    Harry, sitting next to Nichs, was a little stunned when he noticed Nichs’s unmistakable irritated


    aura radiating from his person. Following Nichs’ line of sight, he saw Scott standing tall and straight


    among the crowd. He asked tentatively, “President Sawyer, do you know Mr. Brooks?”


    Nichs denied it without even thinking, “I don’t know him.”


    Harry didn’t really believe those words, but he tactfully said nothing after looking at Nichs’ cold


    expression mixed with a hint of anger.


    Nichs’ gloomy and icy gaze shifted from Scott to Tessa. Could she have left without a single word


    because of this man? But... didn‘t she say the Berlin Philharmonic fired her? So why is she performing


    with the Berlin Philharmonic again?


    At this moment, he felt as though he had been deceived. When he thought about how Gregory could


    neither eat nor sleep because of this woman, Nichs could not suppress the rage in his heart, and the


    atmosphere around him became even colder than before.


    Another person entered the VIP seats at this moment. It was Harry’s wife, Georgia Gardner. She was a


    beautiful and delicatedy.


    “President Sawyer.” Georgia greeted Nichs with a smile after Harry introduced them. She observed


    Nichs discreetly. She could sense that the man was radiating an indescribably arrogant and


    domineering aura thatpelled a person to submit to him.


    Nichs nodded with an indifferent expression, not wanting to talk. Knowing that Nichs was not in a


    good mood, Harry tugged at his wife so that she did not disturb Nichs.


    In the next second, Georgia’s voice sounded again in surprise. “Huh? Isn’t Annie Patel the assistant


    concertmaster of the Berlin Philharmonic? Why have they reced her tonight?”


    Unfortunately, nobody could answer her doubts. The performance soon began. After the conductor


    commenced the performance, the lights on the stage gradually dimmed. Only a few beams of silver


    light remained, shining down on the seven leading performers standing on the stage. Under the


    illumination of the lights, they were akin to pure and holy messengers of music sent by God…


    A deep melody carrying a hint of cheer came from the stage, instantly attracting the audience’s


    attention. Following that, a shocking auditory feast began. Many people closed their eyes and listened


    with bated breath.


    On the stage, Tessa was tense under the illumination of the silver ray of light. She was so nervous that


    her palms were sweating profusely. Fortunately, despite her nervousness, she had no problems


    keeping up with the rhythm. Nevertheless, there were some ws to her performance.


    Scott was standing next to her. Due to their proximity, he soon discovered the problem. He looked up


    and nced at the nervous-looking woman with a slight frown on his face. Then, he pressed his


    bowstring more firmly against his violin to increase the volume and drowned out the problems that


    came up with her ying.


    Naturally, she noticed the change in his ying and nced at him in surprise. Their gazes met. He


    parted his lips and whispered soundlessly, “Rx. Enjoy the performance.”


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    She immediately felt grateful toward him, knowing that he was covering up for her mistakes. Closing


    her eyes, she strove to calm herself down. She gradually got better under his guidance, even


    immersing herself in the performance.


    Although this is not the Wiener Musikverein, I am still very satisfied. At least, I‘ve taken a small step


    forward toward my dreams. So, I will treat tonight as a dream and enjoy this experience to the fullest.


    It might be due to the change in mentality, for at this moment, Tessa was like a butterfly that had broken


    out of its cocoon. The atmosphere around her changed, and she began to bloom with a brilliance that


    belonged only to her. Her superb performance gradually attracted the audience’s attention, and they


    started discussing it among themselves.


    “Although this assistant concertmaster’s performance is pretty good, I still prefer Annie’s style.”


    “I wonder what’s the deal with this assistant concertmaster. I didn’t hear anything about Annie leaving.”


    “The Berlin Philharmonic didn’t give any notice either, even though they made a substitution on the


    spot.”


    “Perhaps something happened at thest minute. Let’s not talk about this. We should just concentrate


    on enjoying the music.”


    An older man spoke up, and the chatter in the audience gradually subsided.


    As Nichs was sitting in the VIP seat on the second floor, he did not hear any of this discussion.