Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 104

Nora pocketed her phone, her tone entirely casual. "Something like that."

Something like that?

Leo’s mouth twitched.

The nonchalance was staggering.

Did she even realize what Perfect Pitch meant?

It was a one-in-a-million gift. You could count the number of mainstream artists who truly possessed it on one hand.

Even among those rare few, pinpointing a minor tempo shift with that level of precision wasn't just raw talent—it demanded years of brutal, classical training.

And someone with that kind of pedigree was slumming it as a manager at Starlight Media?

Leo gave her another assessing look.

Was this Gavin's doing?

Whatever.

Gavin was bringing Jade Reed back this weekend anyway.

He'd just demand the truth from his brother then.

...

Meanwhile, up in the second-floor VIP viewing lounge, a massive one-way mirror offered an unobstructed view of the entire studio.

Inside, it provided total surveillance of the stage and audience; from the outside, it was just a sleek reflective wall.

The soundproof room was heavily customized for elite sponsors—furnished with dark leather sofas, marble tables, and lush potted plants, all smelling faintly of expensive tea.

Lucas stood hunched near the marble table, an ingratiating smile plastered on his sweating face.

On the leather sofa sat a man.

He wore a sharply tailored charcoal suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and lean waist.

His features were striking and severe, radiating an intimidating, icy authority.

The Fairchild Family of Northampton. Finnian Fairchild.

The Next Icon's biggest backer had casually dropped tens of millions of dollars for the exclusive title sponsorship.

Lucas had spent twenty years navigating the entertainment industry's shark-infested waters. He’d dealt with every kind of billionaire.

But the man in front of him was the only one who made him too terrified to breathe.

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