Chapter 195 A Wine Taste Party
The Russell Group was hosting a party, and Anna had prepared early at home. When the time came, she had the driver take her to the Russell family's golf estate built on the mountain.
At the same time, Emma had also gotten into the car Michael had specially prepared for her. Tonight, her destination was also this golf estate.
Recently, George had been busy with work, and through his continuous efforts, he had finally caused the Russell Group's stock price to drop and assets to shrink.
Emma guessed that George must be in a bad mood lately, so she had to go and comfort him today.
Of course, she also wanted to test how deep George's feelings for her.
The Russell family's golf estate was nestled among verdant hills, surrounded by lush forests, with the fresh scent of flowers and grass in the air, seemingly cleansing the soul with every breath.
Emma, sitting in Michael's luxury car, smoothly passed through the grand iron gate at the entrance of the golf estate.
The gate was adorned with intricate carvings, showcasing the owner's extraordinary taste.
The driver stopped in front of a wide stone path, and Emma gracefully got out of the car, looking at the magnificent hall at the end of the path from a distance.
Its exterior walls were paved with top-quality white marble, and the roof was covered with golden glazed tiles, exuding an aura of luxury.
Emma, wearing 4-inch stiletto heels, walked along the red carpet to the entrance of the hall. Her posture was elegant and composed, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, the slightly curled strands shimmering softly under the lights.
The staff at the entrance changed their expressions the moment they saw Emma, which made her feel curious.
Emma didn't say anything but continued to walk forward.
The staff didn't show any intention of making things difficult; instead, they excitedly shouted, "Are you Ms. Taylor?"
Emma smiled and nodded, and the staff breathed a sigh of relief.
"Great, you're finally here. Mr. Russell has been waiting for you for a long time. Please, this way."
The staff led Emma into the hall. It was her first time entering there.
The first thing that caught her eye was the spacious and bright lobby, with smooth marble floors and walls adorned with famous paintings, exuding a strong artistic atmosphere.
In the center of the lobby was a magnificent crystal chandelier, its dazzling light illuminating the entire space.
On one side of the lobby was a luxurious bar, with top-tier liquors neatly arranged behind the counter. The bartender, dressed in a sophisticated uniform, elegantly mixed cocktails for the guests.
After entering the hall, Emma wanted to walk around on her own, but the staff continued to lead the way.
To be polite, Emma followed behind, though she was puzzled about where they were taking her.
After experiencing so much, Emma was now very cautious. She deliberately kept a distance from the staff, ready to leave immediately if they took her to a secluded place.
However, the staff led her to a side hall filled with people.
He pointed ahead at George and said to Emma, "Ms. Taylor, Mr. Russell is right there."
Emma raised an eyebrow. Did he think she was here to see George? Or had George already instructed him to bring her in?
But no matter what, Emma had successfully entered, which made her next steps easier.
However, George was currently mingling with many partners, and Emma didn't want to just walk over and appear too humble.
At that moment, she saw a piano in the middle of the hall. A child who had just learned to play was sitting on the piano bench, awkwardly pressing the keys and stumbling through "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."
His parents clapped appreciatively beside him, as if he were a top musician on the world stage.
He had a pair of loving parents. What a happy boy.
After finishing the piece, the boy hopped off the piano bench.
He was so small that his feet couldn't even touch the ground while sitting on the bench, yet he received the most sincere and enthusiastic blessings from his parents.
Watching this scene, Emma's eyes grew a bit moist, but then she felt there was nothing to be sad about. Although she didn't have such parents, she could become such a parent. She wanted to make Seraphine the happiest little girl in the world.
The boy stopped playing, and the piano was now free. Emma, feeling interested, walked over to the piano and sat on the soft bench.
She wore an elegant long dress, the hem gently swaying like a blooming flower. Her fingers lightly rested on the keys, as if having a silent conversation with the piano.
Every time she lifted her fingers, each touch seemed to draw graceful arcs in the air. Her expression was focused and serene, as if the whole world had paused, leaving only the harmony between her and the piano.
When she pressed the first note, the clear and bright sound flowed out like a gentle stream, instantly filling the entire hall.
The notes danced in the air, like birds singing joyfully at dawn. Each note carried her emotions, soft yet firm, as if telling a moving story.
As her performance deepened, the piano's sound became richer and fuller.
The chords in the lower register were like ocean waves, deep and powerful, expressing inner longing and struggle; while the melody in the higher register was like morning dew, crystal clear, light, and lively.
Her fingers danced on the keys, sometimes gentle as the wind, sometimes intense as thunder, perfectly interpreting the emotional fluctuations in the music.
George stood quietly to the side and was deeply captivated by her performance, as if each note was plucking the strings of his heart. Her music was like a warm tide, slowly flowing into his heart, washing away his worries and unease.
In that moment, George felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
His thoughts drifted with the music, as if he were back at Dreamscape Peak in his childhood, on the beach where he first met Emily, with everything around him becoming blurred and distant.
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