162 Grace’s Nightmare (1/2)

Chapter 162: Grace’s Nightmare

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

On the second floor of Shark.

On both ends of a long dining table, there was a fancy candelabrum, of which the swaying candlelight made the whole place feel romantic in an ambiguous way, together with the gentle melody played by a small band.

Elegantly scooping a small amount of stew, Grace wished that the man sitting across the table tonight was not Granneuve, who, in Grace’s eyes, was ugly and rude. She raised her head and took a glance at Granneuve, and his swollen face and bald head made her feel gross.

Pinching the fine goblet, Granneuve, in contrast, was quite confident in his own charm, ”Grace, I have to say that your artistic temperament is even more impressive than your beauty, especially when you’re playing piano… It’s really gorgeous.”

Although Grace did not like him very much, she had to admitted that she enjoyed the feeling of being flattered. In his forties, Granneuve was among the top twenty super-rich people in Sturk, and he was very close to the most important nobles in the city such as Viscount Wright. Despite the fact that she did not like Granneuve at all, being pursued by a man like him was definitely something to feel proud of.

Ever since Grace started to promote herself as Mr. Evans’ student and thus started to be respected as a musician, lots of man who had had no interest in her at all were now pursuing her. In her eyes, all men liked conquering.

”Thank you, Mr. Granneuve,” responded Grace with a polite smile.

Then, she picked the white napkin and gently tapped her mouth, ”Excuse me, I need to use the washroom.”

When she stood up, one of Granneuve’s guards took a step forward and said, ”I’m sorry, Miss Grace, the washroom on the second floor is not in use right now. You might want to go to the one on the first floor.”

”What the heck are they doing in this restaurant?!” asked Granneuve with a big anger. In fact, he owned this restaurant.

”It’s all right, Mr. Granneuve. It’s just an accident,” said Grace in an artist manner. ”I can just go downstairs.”

Granneuve nodded with satisfaction, ”I’ think you’re even more charming now, Grace.”

Grace forced a smile on her face and nodded. Following the guidance of the waiter, she walked into the lavatory on the first floor.

Outside of the ladies and men washroom, there was a big mirror, in front of which there were two nice and clean basins.

Getting out of the ladies washroom, Grace checker her make up in front of the mirror. Staring at her beautiful face, she could not help humming a piece of cheerful melody.

The melody was just like her cheerful mood right now. After the long, bitter traveling from Sturk to Aalto, her life was totally changed. Money, reputation, and praise were, all of a sudden, coming to her like a dream.

”Last year you were still an ordinary, poor girl, who needed to rely on your parents’ and your elder brother’s saving to get to Aalto to fulfill your dream.” Looking at the mirror, Grace murmured to herself, ”Now look at you… You’re the Tulip of Sturk. You’re one of the most famous musicians in Sturk. You bought a three-storey house for your family. You’re being pursued by so many nobles and wealthy businessmen. You’re living in a luxury life that you even dare not dream before.

”You have to remember, Grace.” She continued, ”All of these is because you’re the only pianist in your band, not Piola, not Sharon, not Green and Leslie. You gotta remember how you came all the way through the hardship to where you are right now. Never forget your music and your piano.

”And also…” Grace’s voice was even lower, almost impossible to hear, ”Don’t forget the fact that your reputation comes from that talented musician in Aalto.” Although she did not really think that Lucien Evans would come from Aalto all the way to Sturk for visiting, she often felt very concerned. She felt very insecure, as if her dream-like life was going to crash at any time.

She took a deep breath and was ready to leave the washroom. However, when she looked up, Grace saw a black-haired and black-eyed young man walking in.

Although the young man was pretty good-looking, Grace looked very scared, and her purse dropped on the ground.

”Mr… Mr. Evans…” Grace’s voice trembled.