Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 569

Chapter 569 

Early in the morning the next day, Elliot paced around anxiously in the Golden Exhibit Center’s break room, in such an agitated state that he lost his temper nearly eight times in less than two hours. 

Clyde, holding his swollen face from Elliot’s beating, glowered at Elliot. This was a familiar pattern–whenever Elliot was upset, he would take it out on Clyde. 

Clyde had been wanting to resign since ages ago, but thinking of his sick sister, he swallowed his resentment, vowing to make Elliot pay one day. 

Elliot splashed a cup of coffee on Clyde, his voice laced with malice as he demanded, “Where is my brother? Why isn’t he here yet? Did you tell him that if he doesn’t show up, I’ll sever ties with him?” 

Ever since Derek’s phone call, sleep had eluded Elliot. Whenever he drifted into slumber, Yvette’s blank, emotionless face would materialize in his dreams, 

He thought resentfully. Why has Yvette returned to Mysonna after so many years? I ve destroyed every piece of evidence when I stole the song. So what if she came back to expose me? What can she prove? No one will believe her. 

Im a world–class pianist, while Yvette’s a nobody. What else can she do if I deny? 

The most critical piece of evidence is the recording in Derek’s hand. All these years, despite countless threats and pleas, he refuses to hand it over. All I can do is tell myself to not be scared, but Yvette’s shadow looms large. 

Clyde stole a glance at Elliot, murmuring. “I have conveyed your message, sir. However, Mr. Ross did not offer any response.” 

Seeing Elliot’s face contort in anger, Clyde masked his satisfaction with a face full of fear. 

“Sir, I think Mr. Ross will definitely come. You’re his brother; of course, he’ll support you,” Clyde added. Elliot’s grim expression improved after he heard that. 

I must make Derek hand over that recording today. Without that recording, there will be no way to prove that I’d plagiarized Yvette’s song‘ Elliot thought to himself. 

Composing himself after throwing tantrums in the break room, Elliot stood at the entrance of the Golden Exhibit Center. waiting to greet his most important guest–Paolo, the president of the International Music Association 

Moments later, a fleet of black business cars pulled up. Paolo, the renowned president of the International Music Association and also a popular figure in the music industry, was the first to emerge. 

While his appearance was unremarkable, his authority within the music industry was absolute. He became the president at the age of thirty and had maintained his influential role for the past twenty–five years. 

To aspiring musicians, Paolo was both an idol and a living legend His approval was a golden ticket to success, and anyone fortunate enough to catch his eye was virtually guaranteed to rise to the top of the music industry. Over twenty years, he had chosen only three individuals to become his apprentices 

Ten years ago, Paolo took on his latest mentee, the prodigy Aria who had skyrocketed to fame four years ago and was personally acknowledged by Paolo as the most enigmatic performer in the music industry. 

Aria always wore a mask in public. Only a few had seen their face. They had held two recitals and released all their work through the International Music Association. 

Unlike musicians like Elliot, who struggled to produce anything noteworthy after one hit, Aria composed ten exceptional pieces in just three years. Seven of these works were included in music textbooks, cementing their reputation as a true musical genius. 

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Upon seeing Paolo, Ellin–rushed forward, extending his hand respectfully. “Mr. Fontana! It has been two years since our last encounter. How have you been?” 

Elliot carried himself with grace and politeness, but Paolo, his expression stern, gave only a curt nod, his response lacking any warmth. Let’s go,” he said flatly. 

He then strode inside, followed by members of the music association. 

At the entrance, Elliot clenched his jaw in frustration, thinking. Paolo is still as arrogant as ever, giving me a cold shoulder. Once I join the International Music Association, I will make sure he regrets treating me like this. 

Elliot flashed a fake smile at the crowd that came to watch the recital before catching up with Paolo and the others. 

Right after Elliot left the entrance, a black Jeep arrived with Yvette, Jeremiah, Sienna, and Frankie, who insisted on coming 

Yvene, clad entirely in black, exuded an intimidating presence, her sharp features emanating a wild, rebellious energy. 

As the four stepped out of the car, they immediately commanded the attention of the guests. The group, with their strikingly charming Clusian looks, effortlessly captivated the gaze of many intrigued foreigners. 

In Paolo’s break room within the exhibit center, Elliot received a message that caused his face to fall. He was no longer in the mood to please Paolo. 

Coming up with an excuse to leave Paolo’s break room, he rushed to his break room and shut the door after making sure the coast was clear. 

His eyes, filled with a malicious gleam, scanned the blurry photo that had been sent to him. Even though the photo was of poor quality, he could still recognize Yvette. 

Her aloof, arrogant, and presumptuous demeanor was etched sa deeply in Elliot’s mind that he could never forget her.