Chapter 381


    Compared to her earlier sophisticated elegance, her now braided hair immediately made her look


    sharper and more on–point.


    Among women, she’s on the tall side, with a slim and straight figure, delicate facial features, lightly


    applied makeup, and hair neatly tied up high. Her face always carried a calm expression.


    Her unique aura of power was not to be ignored. Just a braid had transformed her vibe, making her


    look striking and cool.


    Having just watched “Swan Lake” and seen the gentle white swan Odette, Chloe’s striking


    appearance now made Old Mr. Watson’s eyes light up.


    Everyone’s eyes were filled with amazement. Just moments ago she was in and uninteresting,


    but now she’s be so beautiful and charming


    Such a big contrast was really hard not to notice. However she seemed veryfortable to this


    kind of dress, appearing calm andposed.


    Damon watched her, his deep eyes sparkling. His gaze was filled with surprise, admiration, and


    curiosity.


    Every aspect of her always took him by surprise, but the more this happened, the more he realized


    there are many unusual secrets about her.


    Chloe slowly walked up to the stage, to the piano. The banquet hall’s bright white lights shine on her


    fair and delicate side profile, coupled with her white women’s suit, she’s surrounded by a halo of


    light, dazzling and captivating.


    She extended her fair and slender fingers and gently ced her hand on the piano, a faint smile


    slowly appearing on her handsome and indifferent face.


    Everyone’s gaze was fixed on her, as if even a breath would break the silence.


    Damon squinted, watching the woman on stage who had obviously be the center of attention.


    She had an aura that others can’t imitate.


    Damon thought: The most perfect woman in the world is mine.


    The cold expression on his face suddenly became gentle. He looked at her with deep eyes, like a


    captivating deep pool. Once drawn in, there’s no


    escape.


    Chloe sat on the bench, her hands on the keys, suddenly pressing down hard, a heavy sound rings


    out. She then lifted her hands and slid from the leftmost key all the way to the right, a light rhythm


    rang out, finally returning to silence.


    These simple and carefree movements once again heightened everyone’s anticipation.


    Not knowing what kind of piece this woman would y


    Would she y a soft and melodious piece like Keira just did?


    It didn’t seem to fit.


    Or would she y a cheerful and jumping tune?


    It didn’t seem to suit, either.


    So what kind of song is she going to y?


    The audition was over.


    Chloe smiled slightly and then turned to Old Mr. Watson.


    She nodded to Old Mr. Watson, her confidence surprising him. Old Mr. Watson, who originally had


    no expectations for the piano piece, was a little nervous at the moment.


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    However, when Chloe turned around, the smile on her face immediately disappeared, bing


    stern and serious.


    In the silence, Chloe hit a few scattered keys. The interval between each press was long and


    irregr, almost without melody.


    This left the people in the room somewhat disappointed.