Chapter 481 Familiar Face
It would be strange if the Jensons weren’t suspicious of Tobias by now.
<b>In </b>her past life, Tobias had handled everything perfectly. He’d worked with K on the inside, exploiting the Jensons‘ absolute trust in her.
Seeing how effortlessly Tobias was handling things, Tilda figured this was within his. expectations.
She didn’t need to worry too much about it.
What irritated Tilda more was the person the Jensons had sent to tail Tobias.
<i>It </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>be </i><i>one </i><i>of </i>the Jenson <i>sons </i><i>personally </i>handling <i>this </i>surveince<i>, </i>could <i>it</i><i>? </i>
Considering how Tilda kept running into the Jenson family members in bizarre situations, she nced around.
She didn’t spot anyone she found annoying.
Thank goodness…
Little did she know, Santiago was hiding around the corner near the restrooms<b>. </b>
He’d already spotted Tilda when she entered the café.
Santiago didn’t even know why he was hiding.
He had been following up on Dominic’s suspicions about Tobias. After identally running into Tobias while he was out, Santiago instinctively started tailing him, and that’s how they ended up here.
Damn it, it’s <i>not </i>like I owe <i>Tilda </i>anything. <i>So </i><i>why </i><i>am </i><i>I </i><i>getting </i>nervous? <i>Why </i><i>am </i>I hiding when <i>I </i><i>see </i>her? This is <b>so </b>weird<i>. </i>
Santiago, did you <i>lose </i><i>your </i>mind?
He cursed himself under his breath.
He wanted to work up the courage to walk out confidently.
Even if Tilda spotted him, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
But thinking about his humiliating defeats at Tilda’s hands twice before in Motrar made him uneasy. Ever sinceing to Endralsia to help his brothers develop business ventures, <b>he </b>could. <fn938e> Chapters first released on f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn938e>
always sense some oppressive atmosphere.
Especially when it involved anything rted to Tilda.
I’m <i>not </i>scared <i>of </i><i>anything</i>. I’m just… trying to <i>avoid </i>unnecessary trouble.
<i>I </i>came here to <i>monitor </i><i>Tobias</i>. <i>It </i><i>has </i>nothing to do <i>with </i>Tilda. Besides, <i>hiding </i><i>here </i><i>is </i><i>convenient</i>, and I can keep an eye on <i>Tobias</i>.
Santiago could onlyfort himself this way.
His instincts didn’t want to get tangled up with Tilda again.
Once he did, there was bound to be trouble.
Seeing Tobias so easily intimidated, Tilda couldn’t help but smirk. “Rain, your presence is intimidating as hell.”
Rain looked a bit sullen after hearing this. “Do you think I was being nosy?”
“Not at all. Today is supposed to be our fun day together. I don’t want other people messing it <ol><li>up. </li></ol>
Tilda was only nning to observe how Tobias and K intended to bring down the Jensons.
She’d just stir the pot, add fuel to the fire, and watch chaos unfold.
Getting too deeply involved with someone like Tobias wasn’t in her ns.
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“Yeah!”
Rain finally smiled happily.
Just then, the beautiful sound of a piano began to y.
Hearing this performance, Tilda’s eyebrows raised almost imperceptibly.
It felt somewhat familiar…
The entire café was instantly enveloped in a wonderful, warm atmosphere.
shut their
The chattering locals all quietly closed their mouths. They eyes, listening to such perfect music.
Tilda praised, “The pianist they hired for this café is really good.”
“They don’t hire pianists here. They just have a piano avable. Any customers confident in
their skills can try.”
“Oh?<b>” </b>
Tilda rested her chin in one hand.
The first half of the performance was quite good. It showed the yer’s exceptional skill.
But in the second half, the performer’s mental state was disturbed.
Even though they used superb technique and years of experience to control the rhythm, someone like Tilda could easily detect the change. Being a pianist herself, she had a trained ear for these things.
A person’s soul wasid bare in their piano music, offering the purest understanding of their mindset and personality.
What the piano conveyed was exactly what the performer wanted to tell others.
Musical notes could be silent words. Skilled performers could make the entire audience empathize and remain spellbound.
Tilda spoke with disappointment. “I thought they’d be really good. But they’re just a poser in
the end.”
“Huh? Queen, what did you say?”
“Nothing …
Rain hadn’t been listening to the piano at all. He wasn’t interested in that kind of thing to begin. with.
He’d just been quietly admiring Tilda’s expression, watching her listen to the piano music.
After seeing the change in Tilda’s expression, Rain’s mood darkened.
This performer must be ying badly and making Tilda ufortable.
Damn it!
When the piece ended, a greasy voice boomed withughter from upstairs. “Haha! Well yed! That’s my baby!”
Huh? <i>And </i>in Cetherese too?
“Stop it, there are so many people watching…”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re my woman, so I can do whatever I want. Why should I care what other people think?”
The two of them came downstairs flirting and bantering.
Tilda got a clear look at the woman and the sleazy, balding fat guy holding her. He was about 200 pounds, wearing overalls, and had a forced smile stered on his face.
“Well, well… looks like I’ve run into someone familiar.”
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