His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 322

"You played it so well back then, and all the ladies praised you. Why don't you play it for Mr. Miller? Let the master give you some pointers."

Mandy's words sounded encouraging, but she was sneering internally.

These wealthy women didn't know the first thing about music. They had only praised Virginia to suck up to Archer.

In front of a true international master, a fraud like Virginia would definitely be exposed!

She couldn't wait to see Virginia torn apart!

Virginia closed her book and gave her a nonchalant glance.

"Ms. Caldwell, since Miss Sterling brought it up, why don't you play a piece?" Mrs. Thorne chimed in, full of confidence in Virginia.

Virginia stood up and gracefully walked over to the matte black Steinway. She took a seat on the bench and hovered her hands over the keys.

The next second, the notes poured out.

It was the same Rachmaninoff's Prelude in C-Sharp Minor. The melody was low and oppressive one moment, then soaring and passionate the next.

Her fingertips danced rapidly across the black and white keys, her precision absolute. She didn't look at the sheet music once, completely lost in the rhythm.

Mr. Miller suddenly stood up. His coffee cup jolted, spilling the brown liquid onto the expensive carpet, but he didn't even notice, his eyes fixed intensely on the woman playing.

The final heavy chord echoed through the room.

The piano room fell dead silent.

Mr. Miller hurriedly set his cup on a side table and rushed over, speaking rapidly and excitedly in English.

"Mr. Miller says that if you ever change your mind, you can contact him anytime. The doors to the Golden Hall will always be open for you," the translator relayed dutifully, likely worried the others wouldn't understand.

Virginia politely took the card and slipped it into her handbag.

Mrs. Thorne and the others gathered around, their gazes shifting from initial envy to absolute admiration.

Everyone in this circle was sharp. It was immediately clear who had true talent and who was just pretending after one performance and a fluent English conversation.

Mandy stood by the piano, her entire existence feeling like a cruel, ironic joke.

She clenched her hands tight, a suffocating wave of jealousy tearing through her and threatening to burn away the last of her sanity.

The class was dismissed, leaving everyone free to enjoy their afternoon.