Caleb Lockwood was stunned.
This piece was very familiar to him. šš«šš²šØšššššÆšš¹.ššØšŗ
It was a Chopin Nocturne.
He would never forget the time in juvenile detention when Chloe played this piece for him on the electric piano.
Back then, Caleb was injured, but whenever he heard Chloe play this piece, he unbelievably felt no pain from his wounds.
So he remembered Chloeās piano playing vividly.
Caleb could hear his own heart thumping.
Could it be Chloe?
He suddenly felt a bit hesitant to go in.
Back then, it was by the sound of the piano that he mistook Claire Shaw for Chloe.
He thought he would never make such a mistake.
Yet what happened!
He was terribly wrong, completely and utterly wrong.
Calebās hands clenched into fists.
He had already...given up on looking for Chloe.
Caleb suddenly turned around.
He had decided to cherish the present and live in the moment.
So he didnāt want to be swayed by this piano sound.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly froze again.
Caleb thought of something.
Something he had never considered before.
The world-famous pianist Dylan Shepherd was Serena Jenningsā apprentice.
He was here following them to Riverview Imperial.
If...
Serena could also play the piano?
If the person inside playing the piano at this moment was actually Serena...
Calebās eyes grew wider and wider.
He quickly turned back, but his phone suddenly rang.
Caleb wanted to hang up, but the caller ID showed it was Mr. Sanders.
"Hello?"
"President Lockwood, thereās some insight into The Wyrmfang Gangās investigation...I found someone, in the organization theyāre called joker."
The lobby of Riverview Imperial.
Serena finished playing a Chopin Nocturne to a round of enthusiastic applause.
"Serena!"
Looking towards the voice, Serena saw Patrick Rhodes walking towards her.
"Your piano playing is amazing!"
Patrick was praising her, just as Dylan Shepherd playfully lunged at Serena.
"Master! I admire you so much. Youāre the only pianist Iāve ever acknowledged in my life."
Serena was suffocated by Dylanās embrace.
Fortunately, Patrick helped her out.
"Hey, hey, hey, men and women should keep a proper distance. Who are you to Serena to be hugging her like that?"
Patrick grabbed the back of Dylanās collar and forcibly pulled him away.
Dylan protested, "Iām her student, and sheās the only teacher Iāve ever had. And who are you?"
"Iām her good friend!"
Patrick patted Serenaās shoulder.
He recalled hearing Serena play the piano once before.
However, at that time, Serena was playing a dual-manual electronic organ.
Although back then Serena played the dual-manual masterfully, he had a strong bias against Serena and found it difficult to praise her genuinely, even after witnessing it firsthand.
But things were different now.
"I never expected it; you play the dual-manual well, but your piano playing is even better... Serena, what else donāt I know about you?"
Serena gave a slight smile.
This smile carried a tinge of mystery, causing Patrickās face to flush.
He realized heād been too judgmental before.
He thought Serena staying at home as a housewife meant she was worthless.
Yet Serena knew so many things.
She was BYC master in design.
Chloe Linton in racing.
And now adept at piano playing.
Patrick couldnāt help but wonder if Caleb Lockwood had also been deceived by appearances initially!
"This piano playing... Brother Lockwood missing it is a real shame."
Hearing Patrickās murmur, Serena paused.
Patrick scratched the back of his head, asking Serena, "I can whistle, does that count as talent?"
Serena couldnāt hold back her laughter.
At the end of the piece, Dylan asked Patrick.
"Who do you think played better, me or my master?"
This question truly troubled Patrick.
He was a complete outsider to music.
"I can only choose based on feeling... Anyway, I choose Serena."
"See, Master, I told you she plays better than I do."
"How could that be... You are Dylan Shepherd, the youngest winner of the Chopin International Music Competition gold award."
Serenaās words shocked Patrick greatly.
"So youāre that pianist!"
"Do you still think I play better than him now?"
Patrick looked at Dylan, then at Serena, contemplated for a moment, and earnestly said, "I still think Serenaās playing sounds better."
"Hmm..." Dylan patted Patrick on the back, "You have great taste!"
Outside the revolving door of Riverview Imperial, Caleb Lockwood returned.
He had finished his call with Mr. Sanders.
As soon as he entered the lobby, Caleb saw the elegant and confident Dylan Shepherd sitting at the white grand piano.
He paused, eyes wide open.
It wasnāt Serena...
Caleb felt like his left chest was being squeezed, causing his brain to momentarily lose oxygen.
The piano sound that was so similar to Chloeās back then...turned out not to be Serena playing.
It was Dylan Shepherd.
Caleb suddenly recalled a time the piano here was replaced by a dual-manual keyboard.
That time, he had also heard a sound very similar to Chloeās playing.
But when he went in, it was a male pianist performing.
An overwhelming disappointment hung over Calebās head.
So, just by the sound of the piano, it was impossible to find the real Chloe.
Because Chloe wasnāt the only one who could play with such tone.
Chloe...
Isnāt Serena either.

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