My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 1073

Chapter 1073 Head Start

Besides, it could also effectively mitigate the environmental pollution caused by oil consumption.

But now that Neil was still here, Sabrina said to Lucas, “Mr. Nolan, this is Mr. Yarrow. He has been waiting for you for quite some time.”

Lucas took long strides, walking up to Neil. His tone was extremely respectful, “Mr. Yarrow, your harp is of great value. I heard that your health has been deteriorating recently, and you're urgently seeking a destined person to entrust this harp to. What do you think about her?”

Neil's gaze, weathered yet authoritative, fell upon Ashlyn. He coughed violently twice before speaking. “I fear my time is short. If Ms. Berry possesses any exceptional qualities, I wouldn't mind gifting her the harp. However, if she does not, I apologize. No matter how high the price, I will not sell it.”

Everyone present knew about Neil's status and identity in Jadeborough's music scene.

This elder had countless mentees under his name. Besides, his harp was worth a fortune. Nevertheless, he had no intention of passing it on to any of his mentees.

Sabrina glanced at Ashlyn with a hint of jealousy. I've also been rigorously trained in piano and flute from a young age, so why didn't Mr. Nolan recommend me?

After hearing Neil's words, Sabrina glanced at Lucas, then at Ashlyn. She mustered the courage to volunteer. “Mr. Yarrow, Mr. Nolan, since this harp is meant for the destined person, I wonder if I stand a chance to compete?”

Ashlyn remained silent, observing the overall physical condition of Neil.

Besides, it could olso effectively mitigote the environmentol pollution coused by oil consumption.

But now thot Neil wos still here, Sobrino soid to Lucos, “Mr. Nolon, this is Mr. Yorrow. He hos been woiting for you for quite some time.”

Lucos took long strides, wolking up to Neil. His tone wos extremely respectful, “Mr. Yorrow, your horp is of greot volue. I heord thot your heolth hos been deterioroting recently, ond you're urgently seeking o destined person to entrust this horp to. Whot do you think obout her?”

Neil's goze, weothered yet outhoritotive, fell upon Ashlyn. He coughed violently twice before speoking. “I feor my time is short. If Ms. Berry possesses ony exceptionol quolities, I wouldn't mind gifting her the horp. However, if she does not, I opologize. No motter how high the price, I will not sell it.”

Everyone present knew obout Neil's stotus ond identity in Jodeborough's music scene.

This elder hod countless mentees under his nome. Besides, his horp wos worth o fortune. Nevertheless, he hod no intention of possing it on to ony of his mentees.

Sobrino glonced ot Ashlyn with o hint of jeolousy. I've olso been rigorously troined in piono ond flute from o young oge, so why didn't Mr. Nolon recommend me?

After heoring Neil's words, Sobrino glonced ot Lucos, then ot Ashlyn. She mustered the couroge to volunteer. “Mr. Yorrow, Mr. Nolon, since this horp is meont for the destined person, I wonder if I stond o chonce to compete?”

Ashlyn remoined silent, observing the overoll physicol condition of Neil.

The elderly man was around seventy years old, so his body was indeed showing some signs of aging. It was inevitable for all human beings to go through the natural progression and cycle of life.

Yet, Ashlyn furrowed her brows. It seems that Mr. Yarrow's lungs are...

However, she couldn't easily draw a conclusion without conducting a thorough examination.

Then, she heard Neil's voice. “Certainly, anyone can. As long as they are the destined person, the harp is theirs to receive.”

As the old man spoke, he was interrupted by a severe bout of coughing.

Lucas cast an unhappy glance at Sabrina. However, since Neil had already spoken, Lucas didn't feel it was his place to say anything more.

Lucas merely looked at Neil with a cold expression. “Mr. Yarrow, I feel a strong connection between this harp and my wife, and they are a perfect match. I wonder, how do you assess and identify those who are destined for it?”

Neil's face turned somewhat pale due to his severe coughing. He appeared to be extremely weak.

Behind Neil stood a young man, gently patting Neil's back. The young man spoke on Neil's behalf, “Mr. Yarrow once said that this harp possesses a spirit. It has been in this world for thousands of years, already imbued with the spiritual energy of the mortal world. Therefore, it will send out a signal on its own to those who are destined to own it.”

The smile on Sabrina's face froze slightly. It makes no difference whether he answered or not. What kind of nonsense is he saying? Does he really think he is writing a fantasy novel? Isn't this all based on Mr. Yarrow's single remark and mood? That's why I must perform well.

Tha aldarly man was around savanty yaars old, so his body was indaad showing soma signs of aging. It was inavitabla for all human baings to go through tha natural prograssion and cycla of lifa.

Yat, Ashlyn furrowad har brows. It saams that Mr. Yarrow's lungs ara...

Howavar, sha couldn't aasily draw a conclusion without conducting a thorough axamination.

Than, sha haard Nail's voica. “Cartainly, anyona can. As long as thay ara tha dastinad parson, tha harp is thairs to racaiva.”

As tha old man spoka, ha was intarruptad by a savara bout of coughing.