With her musical talents, I don’t think being the heir to the Yobril Royal Academy of Music suits her.
In the main hall, all the guests were more or less here by now. Janet swept her gaze across the hall—there were familiar faces all around. Thus, she found a lonely corner and headed toward it. When Roxy saw that, he followed suit.
Passing through the center of the banquet hall, she occasionally heard the musicians within the circle mockingly gossiping among themselves. “I wonder what’s with Hilbert. Why did he choose a high school student?”
“Sigh. Perhaps there are no other talented individuals in Sandfort City. That’s why he chose a high school student!
“I wonder what level this high school student is at. Still, I’ve heard that she’s the second daughter of the Jackson Family!”
Hilbert, who was standing in a corner, ignored the gossip. His deep eyes were scanning the room as if he were searching for somebody. All of a sudden, a familiar slim figure caught his eye. Thus, he and his assistant hurriedly went up to greet that person with a smile. “Miss Sweet Tune, you came!”
Janet and Roxy looked up. Exchanging a glance with each other, they walked over and made their greetings.
When Hilbert took a closer look, his smile became wider. “Roxy? What a coincidence? I can’t believe you came with Miss Sweet Tune!”
Then, Roxy smiled. Pointing at the person standing next to him, he introduced her to Hilbert, “It’s not a coincidence. This is my master!”
Master? Upon hearing those words, Hilbert’s eyes that were originally bright with smiles suddenly darkened. He looked like he wanted to confirm something. “Master?” Roxy sure is good at making jokes. How can he say that he has a master-student relationship with Sweet Tune? A musically talented high school student is the master of Roxy, a famous musician among our circles? If this information were to spread, I’m sure they’d be ridiculed greatly.
His assistant chuckled and playfully joked, “Mr. Roxy, you sure like making jokes!”
“I’m not joking,” Roxy smilingly replied. His expression and tone of voice were solemn—it didn’t look like he was joking.
“Uh…” Hilbert was completely stunned for a while, and an expression of disbelief showed on his face. His deep dark-green eyes studied the young lady standing by the side. Then, he found it rather absurd. She is the master of a famous musician like Roxy at the tender age of 18?
“Please, take a seat!” He said mechanically; he was still dumbfounded.
Thus, Janet’s rosy lips curved upward, and she indifferently said, “Thanks!”
Even after Janet and Roxy were seated, Hilbert remained dumbfounded. His assistant had to remind him several times before he snapped back to his senses. “Sir, I can’t believe Miss Sweet Tune has such an outstanding student!” the assistant said. Even he found it admirable.
In response, Hilbert narrowed his dark-green eyes. His gaze was fixed on a young lady sitting in a corner and playing on her phone. It looks like Sweet Tune’s true abilities are more than what I’ve seen so far.
On the other hand, Brian was discussing business at the center of the banquet hall. He was taking this opportunity to strike up business deals and whatnot.
“Your daughter is so beautiful!” Mr. Miller, who he had been talking to, had been watching Emily for a long while now.
Thus, he smiled in response. Without saying anything, he turned and beckoned for Emily to come over. Emily saw his hand gestures from where she stood. Hence, she picked up her skirt and walked over.
“Greet Mr. Miller!” Brian coldly instructed.
Then, Emily smiled and sweetly said, “Hi, Mr. Miller!”
“How polite!” Mr. Miller smiled. After that, he continued, “You don’t have a boyfriend yet, right?”
“N-No…” Emily paused for a moment before shaking her head shyly.
“Why don’t you get to know my son?” He immediately tried to matchmake her with his son. Noticing her hesitation, he added, “My son is single too! I think you’ll match quite well!”
Upon hearing those words, Emily lowered her head. “May I know where your son is…” Lifting her head, her words trailed away as she looked at the man who was walking toward them and swallowed nervously—he had a similar beer belly as Mr. Miller. Before she could ask, Mr. Miller said, “This is my son!”
