The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 506: It’s Her!
Summer Monroe gestured to Damian Knight to keep quiet, then answered the phone with a sweet voice, "Hello, Dad, what’s up?"
Damian Knight watched as Summer’s expression changed faster than flipping a book, and suddenly found her a bit adorable.
Perhaps when you like someone, everything about them seems adorable.
On the other end of the phone.
Henry Stanton was unaware of what happened at Crestfall University, and his tone was as assertive as ever—
"After your evening class, ask your teacher for leave and come home. Tomorrow is your sister’s funeral. Come back early."
"Okay." Summer’s voice was sweet, and she didn’t forget to inquire about Old Madam Stanton: "How’s Grandma’s health?"
"Her appetite and energy have mostly recovered today. Bring back some coconut cookies on your way; your grandma loves them."
"Alright, Dad."
Summer didn’t disagree, and only after Henry Stanton hung up did the sweetness on her face fade into coldness.
Damian Knight found her even more endearing.
He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What did Henry Stanton say?"
Summer sighed, "Tomorrow is Clarissa Stanton’s funeral. He wants me to go back."
Having stayed so comfortably at school these past few days, the thought of returning to that deceitful place made her nauseous.
Damian Knight noticed her displeasure and said, "I’ll drive you back later. If Henry Stanton bothers you, I can stay over at your place tonight."
"No!" Summer quickly refused, "You don’t need to stay; I can go back by myself."
But Damian Knight was persistent.
"It’ll be much more convenient for you with me there. Besides, it’s the funeral tomorrow; who knows what chaos might arise."
Hearing this, Summer hesitated for two seconds and then nodded, "Alright. But tonight, find an excuse to sleep in separate rooms; I’m not used to sharing a bed."
"Alright!" Damian Knight agreed without hesitation.
...
The freshman gala ended.
A video appeared online, its popularity skyrocketing, almost reaching the top trending spot.
Soon enough, it exploded onto the top of the trending list.
A girl playing "Under the Moonlight" at the freshman gala sent everyone’s hearts soaring, and when Locke Berg and others went on stage to kneel, it filled Cathaysia, where the piano had always held a low status, with immense pride.
The video spread like wildfire, reaching overseas websites.
Across the ocean.
A man with sapphire blue eyes was sipping red wine in boredom, with two stunning women kneeling beside him, each more seductive than the last, using every trick to please him.
But while pleasing him, both women seemed somewhat apprehensive of the man.
The man continued to drink the wine offered by the women while browsing his phone.
As he scrolled to a newly released video, the exquisite piano music began to flow gently from the phone.
"Under the Moonlight..." the man said the name of the piano piece in perfect English.
He couldn’t help but turn up the volume, instinctively closing his eyes to fully enjoy the music.
The sound was even clearer, sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle and lyrical, like a young girl whispering, lingering in his ears long after the piece ended.
The women on both sides couldn’t help but exclaim, "What a beautiful piece..."
"Aaron, you mentioned ’Under the Moonlight’ just now; it’s not that world-famous piece no one dares claim to master, is it?"
"Yes." The man named Aaron nodded, opening his eyes to look at his phone.
He wanted to see if it was performed by Locke Berg.
The phone replayed the video, and as he casually scrolled through, the camera zoomed in perfectly, revealing the girl’s exquisite features.
"It’s her!"
