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Chapter 606 The elderly man was nearing the end of his life, and his body had shown signs of aging. Life, death, sickness were natural laws that no one could stop.
She frowned slightly and felt something wrong with Ramiro's lung.
However, without a detailed examination, she couldn't easily come 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 Isla when Ramiro spoke up like that.
But since Ramiro had spoken up, he couldn't say anything else.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe just looked coldly at Ramiro and said, "Mr. Cantrell, | 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.” Isla'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 Isla decided to perform herself well. "Mr. Cantrell," she suggested brightly,"Why don't | play you something on the piano or flute? You can see how talented | 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 Isla due to their close working relationship 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 accept it and felt sorry and sad for Isla.
After all, in their eyes, Isla was the best.
She matched Franklin perfectly.
Not only was she beautiful, but her computer 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 national level institution under the president's direct control.
When they heard that Isla would perform, several of her colleagues immediately brought out a piano from the music room and even grabbed a flute.
Isla softly thanked them, "Thank you all so much! | will definitely do my best." She smiled a sweet and attractive smile.
"Isla! You're welcome!" "Good luck!" Isla sat down behind the piano with her fingers resting on black and white keys.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA 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, Isla's piano skills were slightly stronger than Tiffany's but not quite as good as Jenna's; compared 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 Isla confidently stood up before walking over towards Ramiro, "Mr. Cantrell! What do you think? How did I do?" "You played well on piano, but unfortunately, Miss Saunders, you're not fit for it," the Old Mr Cantrell shook his head disappointedly.
Isla's face stiffened as she spoke urgently, "But | can play flute too! Why don't | play 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 @ 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.