Chapter 28 The Old Piano Man
Just that sentence placed a significant status on Luann Weaver.
Even if Mike Weaver was Luann Weaver's father, so what?
If he wanted to harm her, he had to first ask the man beside her!
Mike Weaver's face instantly turned pale.
He never expected that one day, Luann Weaver, this little scum, would join forces with outsiders to suppress him?
"Yes, yes..."
"I'm just afraid that Luann doesn't follow the rules. If she accidentally does something wrong in the Curtis family, then..."
Myron Curtis coldly interrupted, "The Missus of the Curtis family's heir is not someone you can mess with."
Myron Curtis said coldly, "As long as Luann is happy, she can do whatever she wants."
On their way back to the Curtis residence, Myron carefully started speaking,
“Based on my investigation, when your father was with your mother, it seems... Myron Curtis paused, feeling that revealing this truth so straightforwardly would be too hurtful for her.
“Anyway, if you want to regain the Weaver Family, I can help you.”
Luann Weaver blinked her eyes, understanding his intention in his words.
"No need, thank you."
The current Weaver Family is no longer what it used to be.
In Mike Weaver's hands, its downfall is only a matter of time.
Just as Luann Weaver returned home, her phone rang.
Deliberately avoiding everyone, she answered the call. On the other end, a fluent string of Chinese words could be heard, but it was clear that the speaker had a foreign accent.
"Oh! My dear Luann, I have already checked into a hotel on the Upper West Side. I hope I can see you before my performance."
Luann Weaver looked helpless. "My dear old man, I have to go to work. I don't have time to come over."
"Why work? The monotonous nine to five life is so boring. My dear Luann, you should inherit my legacy and continue my life!"
Luann Weaver couldn't help but chuckle. "Legacy?"
"Ahem, anyway, you must come see me before my performance."
"Otherwise, the next time we meet might be the day I'm buried!"
Click.
Luann Weaver shook her head. "This old man talks nonsense."
She changed her clothes and went to chat with the elderly lady.
Myron Curtis was alone in the study when he heard a knock on the door.
John walked in and handed him an invitation.
"Master, Mr. Vincenzo Norman has arrived on the Upper West Side today."
"He said that as his only student in his lifetime, you must attend this performance with him."
Myron Curtis frowned slightly, his gaze shifting to the stock market gains on his computer screen.
"I was only his student for half a month, but he has been pestering me for over a decade."
John smiled kindly. "One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father. Mr. Vincenzo Norman has always been concerned about you, Master."
"Tell him I will come on the day of the performance."
"Very well."
...
On Monday, Luann Weaver took a day off and went to the airport.
She waited at the exit for about ten minutes before hearing a clear shout.
"Luann! I'm here! Over here!"
Luann Weaver looked around the crowd but couldn't spot Holly Weiss for a while.
Then she felt a heavy pat on her backside. Luann Weaver turned around sharply, lowering her gaze.
A woman stood before her, her cheeks slightly puffed. "Hey, hey, hey, I knew you wouldn't see me! I'm right here!"
"I am not even 1.6 meters tall, but you don't need to embarrass me like this,"
Luann Weaver patted Holly Weiss on the head.
"Ah! My new hairstyle! Take your paws off!" Holly Weiss angrily yelled, but with her cute height, she lacked any intimidation.
"Hey, where is your man? Why didn't he come?" Holly Weiss curiously looked around.
"He is at home," Luann Weaver said.
Holly Weiss gave her a knowing look, "I understand, I understand. Can't bring him out, I get it."
She yawned and hooked her arm around Luann Weaver's, dragging her suitcase with her other hand.
"Oh, it's been so many years since I've been back to the Upper West Side. I wonder if there have been any changes."
Luann Weaver walked to the exit to hail a cab, showing concern for where she lived.
"Where are you staying? A hotel?"
Holly Weiss nodded, "Of course, just came back and haven't had a chance to look at houses yet, so I'll stay at a hotel for a couple of days."
"Are you planning to stay long-term?"
Holly Weiss raised her eyebrows and leaned on Luann Weaver's arm, her smile especially sweet.
"Don't beat around the bush. Let me be upfront and tell you, the family head specifically gave me a long vacation to come and keep an eye on you."
Luann Weaver glanced at her sideways, "I think it's not the family head who asked you to keep an eye on me, but my second brother?"
"Haha! You guessed it!" Holly Weiss was extremely shocked. Why couldn't she hide anything from this woman since they were young?
"My second brother said he really can't trust you to do such a dangerous task alone." Holly Weiss leaned close to her ear, "I heard that the Curtis family's background is not what it seems on the surface."
Luann Weaver nodded and threw two keys at her.
"House and car, go get them yourself."
"Ah! I'm being sugar mama'd!"
After settling Holly Weiss, Luann Weaver conveniently went to the hotel.
Vincenzo Norman was overjoyed to see her and hugged her tightly for a long time before wiping away his tears.
"You heartless little brat, you didn't miss this old man at all!"
"Go ahead and calculate for yourself. How long has it been since we last met?"
Luann Weaver put the pastries she brought on the table and pondered for a moment, "It has been quite a while."
"You rotten brat."
Luann Weaver looked at Vincenzo Norman, his hair already turning white, his face covered with fine wrinkles, a kind and happy smile on his face, like a child who just got some candy.
"Is this for me?"
"Yes."
Vincenzo Norman opened it and picked up a piece, placing it in his mouth.
