Chapter 1514


    Beverly stood among the audience, her face carved into a gracious smile, but only she knew the gulf


    between her daughter and Arabe was more than just a slight gap.


    Arabe''s talent was leagues beyond her daughter''s - a hundredfold, easily.


    After years of attending violin concerts, Beverly had heard melodies that paled inparison to even


    half of Arabe''s prowess.


    It was clear that Louisa’s daughter was something special, indeed.


    In the crowd, someoneplimented Arabe, "I had no idea you were as skilled at chess as you are


    with the violin."


    "You''ve blown me away just like Jamie Noelle did. If you weren''t so young, I''d swear you were Jamie


    Noelle herself!"


    "You''ve truly captured the soul of the piece. Thest person to do so was Jamie Noelle."


    "And if Jamie Noelle isn''t looking to take on any protege, would you consider being mine?"


    Thest to speak was the violin maestro Megan, who had been devoted to the violin since she was four


    and, even at sixty-five, set aside two hours every day for practice.


    Her obsession with the violin had made it as integral to her daily routine as brushing her teeth or


    washing her face.


    Everyone was surprised by Megan''s offer. Countless had sought her tutge in the past, only to be


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    "I''ve lived my life without kids, without attachments, content to pursue my passions, unconcerned with


    whether my legacy would be carried on by a protege." Megan said, her smile warm as she looked at


    Arabe, "But today after hearing you y, I''m moved. I have this desire to take you under my wing.


    You have raw talent, and with the right guidance, you could surpass everyone to be the most


    revered name in the world of violin."


    The guests were stunned by Megan''s high praise towards Arabe.


    Was she suggesting that with hard work, Arabe could eclipse even the likes of Mr. Jarvis and Jamie


    Noelle?


    "I know you''re also known as Queena, and following me might feel beneath you, but that''s okay. We


    can work together as friends, as equals."


    Alma, standing nearby, clenched her fists. During thest prestigious schoolpetition, her own


    teacher, Oswald, had openly asked Arabe to be his private student right in front of her.


    Oswald had always been strict with Alma, yet he’d been all smiles with Arabe, persistently asking her


    WhatsApp number even after several rejections, desperately trying to keep in touch.


    Why did everyone seem to be fighting over Arabe?


    Alma had onlynded her teacher after her parents made a few personal appeals, pulling in favors from


    their international contacts. And even then, Oswald merely offered her some pointers, never teaching


    her all techniques he possessed.


    Now, Megan was fawning over Arabe, just like Mr. Oswald had. It was as if Arabe was the only


    person in the world who mattered.


    "She''s got experiments to run with me, no time for this," a breathless voice cut in. President Barton of


    Westerly College emerged from the crowd, "This student of mine has grand ambitions, you see. She''s


    studying medicine, aiming to save lives. The violin, chess, those are just hobbies, not her career path."


    Megan sighed, "That''s a real pity."


    She looked at Arabe, not wanting to miss out on such a promising prospect, and whipped out her


    phone, "Let''s exchange contacts, just in case. If you ever change your mind, give me a call."