That Can Be Arranged

Chapter 292

Back at home, Tessa received a video call from her brother after she finished dinner.

Timothy would contact her every evening for the past few days to learn about her situation.

“Tess, how did the interview go today?”

“It’s alright, I guess. They told me they would get back to me,” Tessa lied as she didn’t want Tim to worry about her.

Then, she casually changed the topic and asked him about his life in Southend. They both chatted about their daily lives, and none of them brought up Nicholas or Gregory in their conversation in tacit understanding. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

After she hung up, the smile on her face gradually fell, and she unconsciously rubbed her fingers on her smartphone’s screen. Despite appearing as though she had forgotten about Nicholas and Gregory’s existence, she was actually just forcing herself not to think or care about them.

After her phone call with her brother, the room slipped into complete silence as she sat on the couch quietly. As still as a sculpture, she pondered without knowing how much time had passed. Then, suddenly, the phone in her hands started ringing, breaking the silence.

Lowering her head, she saw that Scott had called her. Curious, she placed the phone next to her ear and answered the call.

“Hello, Mr. Brooks. It’s already so late. Is something the matter?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. Actually, I just want to ask if you would like to have a coffee together tomorrow.”

“I’m afraid not because I’m not in Southend now.”

Surprised, Scott uttered, “You’re not in Southend?”

“Yeah, I’m now in Vienna.”

However, unexpectedly, the words had just left her lips when Scott’s delighted voice echoed through the phone. “What a coincidence! Our band will be performing in Vienna in the next couple of days.”

“That’s truly a coincidence,” she said, surprised.

“Since that’s the case, let’s meet up then,” he said, taking this opportunity to ask her

out.

With a slight smile, she accepted his invitation. “Sure.”

Two days later, at the Vienna Airport, Scott, dressed in a light blue casual suit, slowly followed his other band members out of the airport.

His dashing and straight figure combined with his gentle and elegant aura attracted the attention of countless tourists who passed by. However, as though he didn’t realize their attention on him, he offhandedly passed his luggage to his assistant.

“I’m going to meet a friend and won’t be going with you guys to the hotel. So please just bring my luggage to my room.” After saying that, he went to inform the music director and left in a cab.

Meanwhile, he called Tessa and invited her to meet up in a coffee house.

Half an hour later, he sat across from Tessa in a coffee house with a minimalistic theme. They made a great-looking couple that was pleasing to the eyes-a handsome man with a beautiful woman-and the

cafe’s customers glanced at them curiously. But unfortunately, the both of them didn’t notice any of it and had their coffee by themselves.

Placing down his coffee cup, Scott cast her an apologetic look, saying, “I’m really sorry about what happened that day.”

Knowing that he was referring to her dismissal, she shook her head nonchalantly. “It’s not your fault. I was the one who offended someone that shouldn’t be trifled with at the time.”

Scott’s brows locked together tightly, and just as he was about to ask who this overbearing person was, Tessa’s voice, which sounded a little bitter, echoed again.

“As for who that person is, I’m sorry but I can’t say it.”

Stumped for words, Scott didn’t know what he should say, and the atmosphere suddenly became pin- drop silent.

Sensing the awkwardness, Tessa changed the topic on purpose. “Mr. Brooks, will your performance this time be at the Wiener Musikverein?”

Surprised, he then chuckled. “Our director did want to perform there, but unfortunately, they didn’t allow us the chance.”

As she heard this, Tessa chuckled along, and she gave him words of encouragement. “Although there are no chances now, I believe that it won’t take long for them to perform at the Wiener Musikverein with the Berlin Philharmonic’s current achievements.”

At her words, a longing look appeared in Scott’s eyes. Not only was the Wiener Musikverein Robert’s target, but it was also his. Or perhaps, it was the target of all musicians. After all, it was a well-known fact

for every musician that only after standing on the Wiener Musikverein stage would it be their first step to fame.