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She chuckled softly. “If she decides to be mean again, I’11 handle her, don’t you worry.”
The two friends shared a few more lighthearted moments before Vera turned her attention elsewhere, wondering about Joseph’s whereabouts.
Rena, a mix of annoyance and amusement, teased, “Focus on your own life, Vera. Don’t just keep an eye on me. I promise, I’m perfectly fine.”
Rena carried on with her routine, studying and Living as she always had.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe held onto a dream of pursuing further education in Braseovell, where the renowned pianist Lyndon Coleman resided.
The mere thought of the pianist brought to mind the captivating melody of the piano once played by Louis XII. Rena couldn’t help but wonder if that very piano was housed within Waylen’s domain. Would he actually allow her to play it?
Meanwhile, Waylen’s journey took him to Ypsila.
His purpose was clear. It was to acquire the Morning Dew piano.
Though the price was steep, Waylen knew Rena’s heart’s desire, and that was worth any cost.
Friday marked Waylen’s return.
As he reentered the law office, Jazlyn promptly approached him, relaying. “Mr. Fowler, Mr. Moore wishes to see you.”
Mr. Moore?
Harold Moore, perhaps?
Waylen took a moment to refresh himself with a glass of water. Sipping thoughtfully, he said, “Send him in.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe added, “And contact Miss Gordon. Let her know I’ve invited her to see the piano. Find out if she’s interested.”
Jazlyn, always perceptive, recognized the significance of Waylen’s actions and offered a knowing smile.
Soon after, Harold entered the office.
While Harold was well-bred and striking in appearance, he paled in comparison to the presence exuded by Waylen.
As Harold stepped in, Waylen remained near the window, his gaze fixed on the outside world.
Harold, who was 22 years old, was not as mature as Waylen. He said in a hoarse voice, “I haven’t signed the investment document of one billion dollars yet.”
Waylen still didn’t turn around.
Unhurriedly, he inquired. “Harold, do you have genuine feelings for Rena?”