Everyone at the scene was bewildered at the news.
Mentor? Ms. Saunders' mentor is Mr. Powell? Are our ears deceiving us? Did we hear it correctly? Ms. Saunders' mentor is the president of the Piano Association? Seriously?
But why does Ms. Saunders look so calm while Mr. Powell is looking at her with ingratiation and tolerance in his gaze? His adoration for her is overflowing.
Lucas didn't like Caleb, to begin with, but was dumbfounded too when he heard the introduction.
This world-renowned guy is actually Ashlyn's mentor?
Caleb had no idea about the bomb he just dropped in everyone's minds.
He continued speaking with a smile, “I pleaded with her so much and almost got to my knees for her to finally agree to learn piano from me for a month. She made leaps and bounds of improvement during that one month and mastered every skill other pianists needed years to master. It was an impressive sight, to say the least.”
His expression turned dour. “I was aghast when she snuck away after that, so I'd been searching for her ever since. She's usually very cold and distant. So I'm sure she must have caused you all a lot of trouble. Tonight's dinner will be on me to show my gratitude to all of you for taking care of my friend.”
Even though James and the rest were respected in the community and had experienced numerous circumstances, the current situation still had them flabbergasted.
Not just them, but the rest of the crowd, celebrities, the upper crust of Lake City, and even some audience who hadn't left yet were thunderstruck too.
They thought they were dreaming the whole thing up.
Does the president of the Piano Association have to use such a humble tone to treat them to a meal? He even accused Ashlyn of being cold and pleaded with her to take piano lessons from him?
If the chance was offered to others and not Ashlyn, they would've been on their knees with gratitude. They would've been ecstatic if it was the vice president, let alone the president.
Yet, Ashlyn needed Caleb to plead with her to learn?
Standing close by, Tinsor couldn't keep his calm any longer and slapped Winsor on his back. “Winsor, hurry up and pinch me. My goddess is way too awesome! I can't believe it!”
Winsor shot a death glare at him and smacked him on the head. “Shut up!”
So what if Mr. Powell is her mentor? My goddess deserved the best of everything in this world anyway.
Lucas narrowed his eyes at Caleb and said with a domineering tone, “Since you're her mentor, then you must be like a father to her.”
I won't allow even a forty-something man to have any thoughts on pursuing Ashlyn.
After a brief shock, Caleb laughed. “You must be Mr. Nolan. You're domineering. I like it! Only a person like you can keep Ashlyn tethered.”
His words soothed Luces' ruffled feethers.
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