Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO; Chapter 2101

Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 2101; The Music Saint

Clang!

As Emmanuel was about to serve himself some food, Ashton suddenly kicked the dish, sending it flying and crashing to the floor.

“Master, it wasn’t my fault!” Nathan shouted, dodging the chaos while still managing to shift the blame. The he did this the more fired up Ashton become. If he can still speak while dodging my blows, doesn’t that mean he’s more skilled that I am?

She could admit that Nathan had more wealth, and she could even accept that she was the one who confessed her feeling first. However, she couldn’t accept that her martial arts were inferior to those of a spoiled scion like him. So their fight grew even more heated.

Sage had been hoping to enjoy a drink and watch his former apprentice duke it out with a scoundrel, but the cup in his hand shattered into pieces with a crash.

Ashton even had the nerve to ask, “Mr. Payne, my kicking technique has improved, hasn’t it?”

Sage was left speechless.

“Enough! Calm down, both of you!” Emmanuel snapped, finally unable to hold back.

Nathan and Ashton exchanged a glare, each silently accusing the other of making Emmanuel angry. But soon, they realized that his expression wasn’t one of anger. Instead, he appeared to be listening intently to something. Ashton immediately fell silent, straining to listen as well.

Nathan, couldn’t help but frown. He was all too familiar with the Purestream Club, one of the few high-end properties owned by the Lannister family.

When Chiara and Maxwell formed their marriage alliance, this club has been given as part of the dowry. The high-end private rooms were equipped with top-tier soudproofing. No matter how noisy it got outside, no single sound should have leaked through. Yet, Emmanuel seemed to hear a soft, melodic piano melody. After the first note, a second followed. Then the music flowed on, uninterrupted.

Emmanuel wasn’t a music expert and had little knowledge of music theory, but the sound of the piano instantly captured his attention. It seemed to drift from the farthest reaches of the sky, yet it felt like it was floating right before him-elusive and captivating.

The classical piano music alternated between soaring heights and gentle meanders. It’s continuous flow resembled winding forests and murmuring of a spring stream. It was so enchanting that it gradually drew him into a trance, his spirits lost within the music, reluctant to break free.

“Has Master been bewitched?” Nathan couldn’t help but whisper, leaning close to Ashton. Ashton merely shot him a glare, her expression clearly conveying that, bewitched or not, Emmanuel would never fall for it.

“The Music Saint!” Emmanuel suddenly exclaimed. He remembered what Santiago had once told him during martial arts training-that there was a musician in the Chanaea whose inner strength rivaled his own. The melodies she played were true sounds of nature. They were so enchanting that even his wife had been mesmerized.

At the time, Emmanuel hadn’t realized that his wife was none other than the world-renowned Isabella Moretti. Considering her high praise for the music, it could only have been the work of the revered Music Saint.

Moreover, such hauntingly beautiful classical music, capable of resonating with the soul, was indeed the work of a saintly figure, That was why he dared to make such a bold guess, and his curiosity grew as he wondered why a figure of such renown would appear at this event.

“Music Saint?” Nathan was utterly confused, having neither heard of the title nor the music itself. Sage explained to him, “In Chanaea, there are saints, each extraordinary and otherwordly. Thirty years ago, they were the mightiest in the land. But as time has passed, most people today have never heard of them or know who they are.

“The Seven Saints are the Heavenly Martial Saint, Celestial Dance Saint, Sacred Flame Saint, Silver Dragon Spear Saint, Savage Martial Saint, Eternal Sage Saint, and Celestial Music Saint.”

Nathan shivered with excitement, laughing. “Wow, those are imposing titles! They give me chills and stir my blood!”

Ashton, equally surprised, couldn’t help but ask, “Emmanuel, are you sure the Music Saint is here? I haven’t heard anything.”

Emmanuel shook his head. The music he had heard was merely a subconscious guess. Just as he was about to listen more closely, they suddenly heard a commotion from nearby. Unable to resist, he opened the door, and all four heard the noise from the corridor.

“Who was playing the piano just now? It sounded so beautiful!”

“I’m curious to see who can play such beautiful melodies!”

“Come out! Show yourself!”

Seeing the group of young masters from Zonvince so excited, Emmanuel become even more certain that he hadn’t misheard. It it truly strange, who could it be?

Just then, a young girl dressed in classical attire, about thirteen or fourteen years old, emerged from the surrounding room. Noticing the crowd’s enthusiasm, her innocent face filled with panic, and she trembled as she spoke, “Everyone, what’s going on? Is my young lady’s playing disturbing you?”

Her words only caused the crowed to erupt even more.

“Someone is really practicing the piano!”

“How can her music penetrate the soundproof walls?”

“Its incredible! I must meet her! I have to see her!”

The men were even more eager. If a mere piano apprentice looks so charming, who knows how stunning the women playing inside must be?

Emmanuel’s curiosity grew by the moment. It was Magnus who had invited him here for dinner tonight, but as for what would happen. Magnus had secretive and coy about it. Could it all be part of his plan?

When Emmanuel first met Magnus, he learned that his title, Magnus the Genius had been bestowed by a saint. Back then, he hadn’t heard much about the Three Gods, and Seven Saints and had no idea what a saint was. Now, Magnus’ background seemed for more profound that he had initially realized.

“Everyone, I apologize! My young lady does not easily meet outsiders. She doesn’t play the piano for commercial performances, only for those destined to hear it!” The piano apprentice nervously waved her hands, refusing the group’s requests to enter, which only infuriated the crowed even more.

“D*mn it, I’m going to find out who this piano playing women is today, no matter what!”

“Yeah, I can’t stand it when people art all mysterious. If she’s beautiful fine, but if she’s ugly, we’ll make her regret it! Let’s see who she think she’s fooling!”

“First, she uses her piano to lure us in, then all these games and tricks, she must be trying to sell herself for a high price, right?”

Emmanuel’s expression darkened hearing these increasingly disgraceful comments, and he couldn’t help but head toward the besieged door.

“Emmanuel, what are you doing?”

Seeing his grim expressions, Ashton felt a pang of fear, could this be a sudden outburst of his sense of justice?

In truth, Emmanuel himself didn’t understand why he felt compelled to intervene. He didn’t know the Music Saint, not was he sure if the women inside was one, but he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. Even if Magnus hadn’t been scheming behind the scenes, and even if the women who had played the piano hadn’t been the Music Saint, anyone capable of playing music at such a level music surely be a beautiful women.

She is simply playing the piano, not showing off or seeking attention. So why should she endure verbal abuse from them?