Chapter 129
Anna Ross was frantic, but she didn't dare risk her job.
She could only agree. "I'll sing two songs, then I have to leave."
The boss nodded repeatedly, urging her to get on stage quickly.
The bar crowd had been eagerly awaiting her. He didn't want to miss this money-making opportunity.
Anna put away her phone and slowly walked onto the stage.
The moment she appeared, the audience erupted into deafening cheers.
The atmosphere instantly boiled over.
She glanced at the song list and chose two favorites.
The cheers grew louder and more intense.
This soon caught Noah Watson's attention.
He looked around curiously, wondering who could cause such a sensation.
Noah looked up at the stage and froze.
He never expected to see her performing here.
Sinclair Group paid excellent salaries. Why did she need a side job?
A young girl working so hard... Did she have some difficulties?
He leaned over and whispered to Adrian Sinclair, who was drinking. "Mr. Sinclair, that looks like Executive Assistant Ross on stage."
Just then, the singing began.
Adrian's hand, holding his glass, paused slightly.
He knew that voice all too well.
This song had once been their shared favorite.
In a daze, he realized it had been so long since he last heard her sing.
So long that he had almost forgotten her beautiful voice.
Back in college, she would often link arms with him and sing softly just for him.
He threw back the rest of his red wine, his gaze locked on the figure on stage.
Easton White was also captivated by the heavenly voice.
His eyes glazed over as he stared at the stage.
He couldn't help but marvel. "Beautiful. So beautiful!"
"I haven't seen such a stunning beauty in ages!"
He licked his lips lewdly, his greedy eyes following Anna's every move.
"If such a perfect specimen could belong to me..."
He let out a strange laugh, as if lost in a lurid fantasy.
Noah watched his eager - to - act appearance with disgust.
Adrian gave him a cold look.
He spoke slowly. "I'm afraid that's not a privilege you'll enjoy, Mr. Han."
Easton White, who had been about to stand up, paused.
He asked, confused. "What do you mean, Mr. Sinclair?"
Even as he said this, that graceful figure on stage kept tugging at his heartstrings.
He almost couldn't stop himself from rushing up and sweeping the beauty into his arms.
Adrian lightly swirled his glass.
Visible anger had already gathered in his eyes. "Because she's already taken."
"It would be... unwise for you to make any moves, Mr. Han."
Easton White immediately understood.
He forced a dry laugh. "Quite unwise indeed. Let's just keep drinking."
He saw clearly that the woman on stage had a special relationship with Adrian.
Future business dealings depended on Adrian's goodwill.
He couldn't ruin that over a woman.
Noah was secretly astonished.
Since when was she taken?
How did the CEO know?
He pondered for a moment but found no answer.
He simply stopped thinking about it.
Focusing on his own duties was enough.