Chapter 132 (2/2)

The other party was too cautious. This wasn’t the behavior of a person as insignificant as they claimed to be. The investigator said, “Mr. Evra, according to my observation, this person is very likely an experienced professional. For example… a private detective, maybe?”

Unable to discover the sender’s identity, Evra couldn’t help but doubt the letter’s content. He thought: Maybe… The letter was just a baseless accusation, a rumor? Maybe Luo Yu Sen didn’t drug Lu Zi Wen?

Luo Yu Sen said that he left before Lu Zi Wen fell sick, and you actually believed him?!

Jacques’ words flashed in Evra’s mind. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to talk to Luo Yu Sen in his lounge.

Luo Yu Sen was very surprised when he heard that Evra invited him to his lounge after several days of being turned away.

With Evra’s permission, Luo Yu Sen entered the lounge full of expectations.

As soon as he entered, the old man’s attitude flattered Luo Yu Sen. The once cold conductor asked him about his recent violin practice with great concern and gave him encouragement, involuntarily relaxing him involuntarily.

From Luo Yu Sen’s perspective, they talked happily for more than an hour. Luo Yu Sen thought that maybe, Evra had recognized his strength and might want to promote him in the near future.

Thinking of this, Luo Yu Sen couldn’t stop himself from smiling triumphantly. Before he could think further, Evra sighed. Emotionally, he said, “Oh, Luo. Seeing you young kids, I can’t help but think of a genius I met when I was young.”

Surprised, Luo Yu Sen asked, “Mr. Evra, I wonder who you’re talking about…?”

“Well, he was a genius that went astray. He was the deputy concertmaster of the New York Philharmonic, he was only in his early 30’s. It wasn’t easy for him to get to where he was, but he wasn’t satisfied with it, and began to crave for the concertmaster’s position.”

It confused Luo Yu Sen.

Evra continued, “So, he orchestrated a dirty trick on the concertmaster in their next performance, but was found out. From then on… he could no longer go anywhere in the classical music world.”

Suddenly froze in his seat, Luo Yu Sen smiled stiffly. “This man is despicable, Mr. Evra.”

With a heavy sigh, Evra said, “That’s right. See, he had a bright future, yet he sacrificed the efforts he made for more than a decade for just a few moments of glory. It was a big mistake!” After a pause, Evra harped on, “How do you think he administered the drug?!”

Evra emphasized the word “drug”, watching Luo Yu Sen’s face.

After exchanging a few more words, Luo Yu Sen left the lounge dispiritedly, leaving the maestro alone in the quiet room.

In the voiceless silence, the ticking of the clock filled the room. When the hour bell rang, the gray-haired conductor slowly calmed. His face turned dark.

Having lived for over 60 years, the fleeting panic in Luo Yu Sen’s eyes couldn’t escape Evra.

Clenching his fist, a bad feeling bloomed in Evra’s mind. Finally, he sighed. A single sentence reverberated in the quiet lounge——

“Maybe… Jacques was right?”

Qi Mu had just finished rehearsing at the Palisade Theatre Orchestra.

He had only joined the orchestra two days earlier but was already influenced by the warm, united atmosphere.

Maybe the Palisade Theatre Orchestra wasn’t as famous as Wei Ai or the Vienna Symphony Orchestra, but they didn’t lack any excellent musicians.

As Lance said, Qi Mu would be able to train himself there, so he can transform from a good violinist to an excellent concertmaster.

The Palisade Theatre Orchestra was in a lull period, lacking a skilled concertmaster. The orchestra to improve in a short time, and Qi Mu also needed to hone his skills in half a year.

Both of their objectives were in tandem, so under Lance’s recommendation, Qi Mu joined the orchestra as their concertmaster.

Although the contract he signed with the orchestra was only for half a year, Qi Mu regarded the orchestra as a place where he would remain for a long time. After two days of practice, he became familiar with his post and already felt his growth.

It would take a while to enter Wei Ai, but Qi Mu wasn’t in a hurry.

Qi Mu received a text message shortly after he left the theatre. Reading the densely packed screen, the corner of his lips curled up. He then sent a short text message: 【It’s fine, as long as it’s been sent. Now… Let’s just wait.]

The recipient replied with a short, “Yes, sir.”