Chapter 881 Take You in as Her Protégé
At that, Rorion welcomed the musicians up to the stage. Of course, Susan was part of the ensemble as well.
She immediately caught sight of Hathaway standing among the crowd, but what she saw stumped her for a moment, and her gaze turned somewhat complicated; Hathaway now looked bony and gaunt, and she almost couldn’t recognize the woman she once called her mother.
However, she suppressed the peculiar feeling in two shakes and dove into her performance.
Many noticed Susan mainly because she looked as stunning as a doll, and she stood out from the rest of the musicians. However, Hathaway noticed her because her music style was remarkably similar to Kathleen’s, so much so that she had the misperception that it was Kathleen onstage.
“Kathleen…” she mumbled her daughter’s name repeatedly while looking at Susan with shock.
As the music came to an end, the crowd applauded.
On stage, Susan looked subtly toward Hathaway as she bowed along with the other musicians. When she found her so-called mother looking at her with shock, she knew she and her father had won half the battle, and she went off stage with satisfaction.
By the time Hathaway came to herself, Susan was long gone from the stage, and she immediately searched for Rorion. That young woman on stage looked too much like their daughter.
A hint of glimmer flashed across Rorion’s eyes when Hathaway blocked his path. “What are you doing, Hathaway?”
“The musicians you invited just now—where are they from?” Emotion stirred beneath Hathaway’s eyes as she looked at her ex-husband.
Seeing the fish had taken the bait, he explained, “I’m not sure. A friend recommended them to me, saying they could liven up the party. I didn’t think it was necessary to invite a professional ensemble, but I couldn’t turn my friend’s goodwill down.”
He purposefully rambled before asking, “Why do you ask?”
“I…” Hathaway didn’t know how to answer him, so she just evaded it. “I noticed a really beautiful young lady among them. Do you know who she is? Can you introduce her to me?”
“A really beautiful young lady… Are you talking about Susan?”
“I don’t know her name, but she’s the one right in the middle. Can you introduce her to me?”
“It’s Susan, then. Why do you want to talk to her, though? She’s just a fresh graduate.” Rorion looked quizzically at Hathaway, who pursed her lips. “You don’t know much about music, but this young woman’s music style is very much like Kathleen’s. If she’s only a fresh graduate as you say, then she must be incredibly talented.”
“Do you want to take her in as your protégé?” Rorion played dumb, pretending to read her thoughts.
Hathaway didn’t refute his assumption. “Someone as talented as her should receive professional guidance.”
Elation surged within Rorion upon hearing so, but he pretended to be at a crossroads on the surface. “I’m not familiar with that girl myself. Tell you what, I’ll ask her about it. I’ll refer you to her if she’s up for it.”
“Sure, I’ll wait for your news.” Hathaway nodded and watched Rorion leave. But deep down, she was ruffled; she hadn’t just taken an interest in the young woman’s incredible talent. In fact, what she valued most was that she shared the same music style as Kathleen.
She had a feeling that the heavens must’ve brought Kathleen to her in a different way after seeing that she had lost her daughter.
Meanwhile, Susan had been waiting in the lounge, and she didn’t need to wait for long before Rorion found a chance to excuse himself from his guests, coming to his daughter.
“How did it go, Daddy? Did she approach you?”
“She did. Our plan is working very well.” Rorion smirked. He briefly recounted his conversation with Hathaway and concluded, “She appreciates your talent and probably wants to take you in as her protégé.”
“She takes anyone she deems talented as her protégé.”
At that, Rorion couldn’t help speaking up for his ex-wife. “Apart from taking an interest in your talent, I think she wants to take you in as her protégé because your music style is the same as Kathleen’s. After all, your mom is very picky.”
