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    "Ms. Cross, you''re such a prestigious figure, and yet you refuse to y a piece for Mr. Colombo? Or is it that? I''m sorry; perhaps you simply don''t know how to y the piano at all."


    Natalie''s voice dripped with feigned sympathy and surprise, but her eyes sparkled with undisguised glee and triumph.


    Hansen cursed under his breath, and he said, "Seraphina, don''t-"


    He was about to intervene when Seraphina lightly grasped his arm. She shot a sidelong nce towards the


    woman on stage.


    Seraphina smiled, took a delicate sip from her juice, and handed the ss to a nearby attendant.


    With a graceful lift of her gown, she walked towards the piano with an elegance thatmanded


    attention.


    Under the dazzling lights, Natalie''s charm paled inparison with Seraphina. Seraphina''s brilliance reduced Natalie to nothing more than a backdrop.


    Seraphina stood there, the glow around her making her seem almost ethereal, her skin radiant, and her presencemanding.


    Natalie was about to say something when she froze.


    Seraphina suddenly reached out and firmly took the microphone from Natalie''s hand.N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Tender yet resolute.


    Her eyes held a coldness as they swept over Natalie''s face with a detached indifference. "Go down."


    From now on, there will be no more opportunities for Natalie to stand on any stage.


    Without sparing another nce at Natalie, Seraphina turned slightly and bowed politely to the audience. before moving towards the piano.


    The crowd fell silent. Some were in awe, and some were in


    fusion.


    No one had ever seen Seraphina perform in public. The Cross Group only asionally released snippets. of information about her, shrouding everything in mystery. Her life and her talents were all enigmatic and imposing. She seated herself at the piano. As soon as her fingers touched the keys, before anyone could prepare, a cascade of notes flowed forth, light and airy, carrying with them a wave of surprise.


    It was a rendition of Pachelbel''s Canon. The melody flowed slowly from her fingertips. The tempo was measured and orderly, graceful yet lively, and infused with an inner resilience.


    This wasn''t just a piece of music; it was an artwork, a reflection of her soul.


    It was her defiance, her endurance, her gentleness, and her transformation.


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    Without a deep foundation and extraordinary talent, how could anyone y a piece that resonated so deeply with the soul?


    And the most breathtaking moment of all was when Seraphina sat there ying the piano-she was like a moving picture, so beautiful that no one dared to disturb it.


    The piano''s melody was the only sound in the room. The audience held their breath, not daring to breathe too loudly.


    When the piece ended, Seraphina rose, and she smiled slightly as she looked towards Sarah.


    Sarah nodded and handed over the prepared gift, which Seraphina epted..


    Hansen''s eyes softened, as if about to overflow-with-tenderness.


    Seraphina nced at him and carefully took out the Patek Philippe watch from the box, each diamond on it sparkling brilliantly.


    "The piano piece was for everyone, but this watch is for Hansen. This is my real gift to him


    No sooner had the words left her mouth than a hand gripped her wrist tightly.


    "Seraphina."


    "Orion, what are you doing?"


    Hansen''s voice wasced with displeasure. His insensibility ruined such a romantic moment.


    It''s Orion? So what?


    He won''t give in either!


    Orion ignored Hansen''s words and fixed his eyes intently on Seraphina..


    The Patek Philippe in her hand gleamed.


    And never before had Orion despised a watch so much. He wished he could throw every one of the same brands he owned into the trash, Seraphina frowned and twisted her wrist free from his grasp.


    She looked at him coolly.


    "Is there something you need, Mr. Dros?"


    Orion''s lips tightened into a thin line, and just as he was about to speak, Seraphina gave him no chance.


    "Whatever you want to say, save it forter. Right now, it''s ''Hansen''s birthday party. Mr. Dros, you shouldn''t steal the spotlight.


    With that, she smiled and resumed her task. She carefully ced the Patek Philippe warch on Hansen''s


    wrist.


    Her face beamed with satisfaction.