NovelOnlineArabella couldn't recall exactly when, but the piano had always been her companion during those tough times.
"Such depth in just a few years? You're indeed a genius." Who would have thought that the widely acknowledged piano master, Melody, would turn out to be a girl in her late teens? What a surprise! "Was that the piece you were playing just now?" The lady inquired, flipping open the sheet music, her eyes filled with admiration and love. "I heard you composed this piece in less than a day." The melody was so pleasing to the ear. It was delightful and even better than she had anticipated.
The ten million was well worth it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"| just happened to be inspired," Arabella modestly replied, not daring to reveal her rapid speed of composition for fear of people thinking she made money too easily.
"You're incredibly talented. Would you be interested in signing with our agency? We can arrange performances for you every year and promote your music online. You'll definitely become more famous than you are now." "Thanks for your kind offer, but I'm not considering it at the moment," Arabella responded. She had too much to handle privately, and those power mongers were constantly on her tail. A public appearance at this point would be like revealing her whereabouts.
She could easily dodge them alone, but it could lead to collateral damage if it happened at a concert with tens of thousands of people.
"What a pity," the lady expressed her regret. "Can we exchange contact information so we can easily reach each other in the future?" "Sure." Arabella took out her phone and opened the QR code.
From the moment she walked in, the lady had a warm smile on her face, like a bright moon in the night sky. She seemed like a positive and optimistic person.
After scanning the QR code, the lady saved her contact as 'Melody".
She was quite fond of this girl. It was a pity she wouldn't sign.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way," Arabella was about to leave.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Wait a moment," the lady said. "Stay for a cup of coffee?" She made coffee gracefully, her eyes clear, her demeanor elegant. Even though she was in her thirties or forties, she was still beautiful and elegant.
Arabella watched her make coffee and found it a pleasant sight.
"Try it." She placed a cup of coffee in front of Arabella.
As soon as Arabella picked it up, the aroma of the coffee wafted into her nostrils. This was high-quality coffee.
"Can you tell what kind of coffee this is?" The lady smiled, looking at her expectantly.
"It's Blue Mountain coffee, isn't it?" Now it was the lady's turn to be surprised. Arabella hadn't even taken a sip. With a sniff, she knew the type and origin of the coffee.
This type of coffee was not something ordinary people would buy, let alone end up in the hands of a girl.
"Blue Mountain coffee is rare because there's a country that has the first dibs on it, practically monopolizing the market." The lady couldn't believe that this young girl knew this much, her admiration for this girl deepened.
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