The Heiress's Second Chance At Vengeance (Eliza) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 The Unfinished Song

Eliza asked, “Mr. Tyson, can I ask why you chose me?”

“Because… you’re clean. And smart.”

With that, Tyson left the conference room.

Julio motioned for Eliza to stand.

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Once they were in the car, Eliza learned that Hayes Corp was hosting an important banquet that evening, with a very high–profile guest expected to attend.

They hadn’t been able to find a suitable pianist. Most female pianists were elegant and refined, but after attending too many such events, they became tainted by the world of fame and fortune, losing the soul that once connected them to the piano.

A pianist who played only for money could never produce a pure sound. And without purity, no piece could move someone of that guest’s stature.

That was why someone like Eliza–a high school student–was perfect.

Eliza didn’t quite understand Tyson’s thinking.

Who said that a pianist who made money through music couldn’t play purely?

That kind of notion was nothing more than society’s romanticized delusion about artists.

Still, this worked in her favor.

At least it gave her a chance to stand out.

About half an hour later, Eliza finally got out of the car with Julio.

They had arrived at a lavish hotel.

Eliza suddenly asked, “What’s the relationship between Mr. Tyson and Nolan?”

“Uncle and nephew.”

That answer made everything clear.

Uncle and nephew….

No wonder–Tyson did look a lot like Nolan.

“This way, Ms. Rivers.”

Julio led Eliza into the banquet hall

At the center stood a white piano

Eliza’s eyes darkened.

For a banquet of this scale, anything placed at the very center was always the focal point.

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Chapter 82 The Unfinished Song

The piano…

Could this banquet be centered around a musical collaboration?

“Ms. Rivers, what kind of pieces can you play?”

“I-”

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Before Eliza could finish, Julio interrupted her. “Actually, it doesn’t matter what you can play, as long as you can read sheet music.”

He led her over to the piano.

There was already a piece laid out on the stand.

It was unusually long–this piece would take around forty minutes to play.

“Ms. Rivers, if you can play Crimson Rhapsody, then this one will be no problem at all.”

Julio continued, “You have just fifteen minutes to prepare. The banquet starts then, and you’ll begin playing.”

Eliza looked down at the score. It wasn’t particularly difficult. Compared to Crimson Rhapsody, it lacked technical challenges. The melody was mournful and bleak, filled with loneliness.

But it felt endless, as if it had no conclusion.

Much of it was repeated.

“This sheet… it doesn’t have an ending?”

“No. It’s incomplete.”

Tyson walked over from the corner.

Eliza fell silent.

An unfinished piece?

She asked, “Who’s coming?”

Julio frowned beside her. “Ms. Rivers, that’s not your concern.”

“It’s Mr. Cassius. A renowned philanthropist,” Tyson said coolly. “If you can win his favor, your future will be smooth sailing. Just sit here and play quietly.”

Eliza thought back to her past life. Naomi must’ve played this same pic

But an unfinished composition… Why would a philanthropist be so drawn to it?

Could playing it really change someone’s life?

Fifteen minutes passed.

Eliza sat poised at the piano as the banquet guests began entering the hall.

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