?<strong>Chapter 757:</strong>


    Now, as Carrie spoke about her grandmother, Reece couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that there was some connection between the two. He began to suspect that Carrie’s grandmother might be the runaway rtive he had heard about.


    Reececked any solid proof to back up his suspicions. And with Gracie gone, no one could say for sure what story she and her family had been hiding.


    Rather than voicing his concerns and unsettling Carrie, he subtly steered their conversation in a new direction.


    “Arion’s heading to the Music Association today. Since your leg’s improving, this could be the perfect chance for you to join him and meet his mentor.”


    Carrie nodded eagerly.


    “Alright!”


    The Music Association.


    As Carrie followed Arion through the hall, they stumbled upon the ongoing new member assessment.


    The performance hall was buzzing with energy. In addition to the candidates auditioning, music academy students and high-society guests gathered to observe.


    Carrie and Arion had to pass through the hall to reach their destination.


    They had only just entered when Carrie’s gazended on Aliza stepping onto the stage.


    Carrie paused in her tracks, transfixed by the sight of Aliza. Dressed in a champagne-colored gown, Aliza exuded an elegance that surpassed her usualposure as she settled at the piano.


    Carrie couldn’t deny that Aliza’s piano skills were adequate—something Carrie herself hadn’t mastered.


    However, Carrie couldn’t help but feel unimpressed. Aliza’s performance, while technically wless, seemed to be more about unting her prowess than conveying any real emotion.


    The intricate techniques, though impressive at first, quickly became overwhelming.


    The audience, initially captivated, began to lose interest as the performance dragged on.


    Arion shared Carrie’s sentiment, finding little in Aliza’s disy worth emting.


    Noticing Carrie’s fixed gaze on the stage, Arion gently tugged at her sleeve and asked,


    “Do you want to keep listening?”


    Carrie tore her eyes away, shrugged, and said,


    “No point. It’s all sh and no substance. Let’s go.”


    Though they kept their voices low, a few people seated nearby caught their words and turned to nce at them.


    When their eyesnded on Carrie, the reaction wasn’t one of admiration. Instead of appreciating her beauty, they looked at her with subtle disdain, assuming she was just another pretty facecking the knowledge to critique.


    Among the crowd, a few socialites who followed the Morrison brothers took notice. One, recognizing Carrie, immediately pegged her as a fame-seeker.


    “If Arion had said that, it would make sense. But who does she think she is? Some no-name actress daring to critique the Music Association’s selection?”


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