NOVPUBChapter 1359: 643 sheet music_2 Chapter 1359: 643 sheet music_2 She stormed into Xenia Groove’s room, kicked open the door, and Xenia, who was lying on her bed playing with her tablet, jumped up, glaring angrily, “Nana Breezent, what gives you the right to come into my room?”
“Because I’m about to be your stepmother.”
Nana Breezent waved her hand, “Tie her up for me.”
Only then did Xenia see the four burly men rushing in behind Nana Breezent.
She panicked, jumped off the bed and said, “Nana Breezent, you’re crazy.
I’m the Mistress of the Harts.
You dare hurt a hair on my head, my father will never spare you.”
The bodyguards simply picked her up like a small chicken.
Xenia’s limbs flailed in mid-air.
Xenia snorted, “It’s rich coming from you to mention your grandfather, he is in the hospital now because of you.
You lay on this bed so comfortably without visiting him.
...
Are you still human?
I’ve been patient enough with you, but since you won’t accept good intentions, don’t blame me for being ruthless now.”
“Keep her locked in the basement.
No one is to bring her food without my order.”
Seeing Nana Breezent was serious, Xenia cursed, “Nana Breezent, you’re a low-life, you’re already abusing your stepdaughter before you’re officially in.
You’ll get your comeuppance.”
“The one who will get a comeuppance first is you, with your unkind, unfaithful, and uncaring behavior, what right do you have to complain?”
Xenia struggled, “I’m a patient, you can’t treat me like this.
What would you do if something happened to me?
How would you explain to my Dad?”
Nana Breezent didn’t buy this, sneered, “No one values life more than you.
You’ve been pampering yourself too well.
Starving you for just a few days should be a valuable lesson for you.
You must be respectful to your elders, understand?
”
With that, she had the bodyguards take Xenia away, out of sight, out of mind.
Little Ve came over and said, “Madam, Miss’s body …
If the Master comes back and finds out, will it backfire on you?”
Nana Breezent rubbed her temple.
These days have been nothing but trouble.
Her nerves have been stretched to the limit.
She is exhausted.
“I’m helping him discipline his daughter.
He should be grateful.”
As for her health, haha, no one cherishes her life more than Xenia.
Since moving into the Hart’s house, she’s been stuffing herself with all sorts of supplements and other good foods, showing a tinge of newfound affluence of the poor.
Having come from the Grooves, she is no less than embarrassing.
“Miss is not someone to be trifled with.
She seems to hate you properly now, Madam.
Beware of her, she’s pesky.”
“Am I supposed to be afraid of her?
Just a young girl.
Xenia isn’t liked by anyone, not Digby Hart nor Mr.
Hart.
They both haven’t thought highly of her before, they probably like her even less now.
Isn’t she just at my mercy?”
If this girl knew her place, Nana would give her the dignity she deserves as a Hart’s lady.
But she has brought this upon herself for being so disgraceful.
The Artie Group’s annual meeting was originally scheduled to be held in three days, but due to Mr.
Hart’s sudden hospitalization, it was postponed for a week.
During this time, the executives of the Artie Group kept visiting the hospital, and Nana Breezent, as Digby Hart’s fiancée, took care of these social interactions.
No one dared underestimate the future mistress of the Harts.
Those who were initially eager, after finding out her identity, they dared not act rashly.
When Mr.
Hart woke up, he didn’t say anything.
He looked as if he aged by another five years.
Aubree Groove stayed in the hospital for three days.
During this time, Peter Aria also visited.
After leaving the hospital room, Peter pulled Aubree aside to a secluded area, “Mr.
Hart is getting older.
He mustn’t be stimulated again.”
“I know, I will be careful.”
Peter Aria also knew about the situation in the Harts.
That Xenia Groove, no, she should be called Alora Hart now, has been antagonizing Aubree all the time.
Naturally, he didn’t have any favorable impression of her.
He heard that Mr.
Hart’s hospitalization had something to do with Alora Hart.
Both are children that were recognized halfway.
But their differences are as obvious as chalk and cheese.
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In Lostswa, Anton Cook stayed home for half a month.
After his memory loss, Anton spent every day playing chess and walking the dog with old Mr.
Cook, and playing with his little niece.
This seemed much more relaxed than before.
Occasionally, flashes of things would cross his mind, but before he could grasp onto them, they would slip away.
Although Anton Cook was confused, he was not in a hurry.
Then one day, a frantic Keanu Ledger came looking for him.
In the Cook house, he didn’t dare to say much.
He carefully greeted old Mr.
Cook and when he entered Anton Cook’s bedroom, he was about to kneel down to him.
“Little master, don’t you remember who you are right now?”
“I know.” Anton Cook answered casually, picking up the guitar hanging on the wall and began to play.
“What about your new album?
The April release that we had previously agreed upon, what are we going to do about it now?
Also, the director of Movie Flames knows you’re in trouble, so he doesn’t dare to rush you, but the movie is planned to premiere in October.
You’re the music director for the movie, so you can’t leave them in the lurch when it premieres, can you?”
“I’m not pushing you, I know you need to focus on getting better.
But I also know how much you love music.
If you knew that all your hard work would be in vain, I’m afraid you would regret it once you regain your memories.”
It can be said that Keanu Ledger truly understands Anton Cook.
Anton Cook nods, “Even if you didn’t come, I was planning on finding you.
As you can see, everywhere over here is being monitored by people my brother sent.
For me to leave would be incredibly difficult.”
“Why don’t I talk to your elder brother?
Your elder brother just wants what’s best for you.
If you were to leave the house with a full team of bodyguards, I’m sure your elder brother would be a lot more at ease.
Considering the unique situation you’re in, it’s understandable.”
Then with Keanu Ledger’s coaxing and sweet talking, Cello Cook indeed agreed.
However, he made a condition that every time Anton Cook went out in the future, it had to be arranged by him.
Keanu Ledger then saw Anton Cook leaving with nearly ten bodyguards behind him along with six cars dispatched front and back!
Rich and powerful families really were not to be messed with.
This was a bigger spectacle than a presidential motorcade.
What was even more shocking to Keanu Ledger was that the bodyguards occupied the units across the hall and floors above and below where Anton Cook lived.
They made sure they could be at Anton Cook’s service at any time and that he would not be disturbed by ill-intentioned people.
There were two bodyguards on 24-hour rotation at the door.
Cello Cook even sent over a cook that had been working at the Cook house for many years to take care of Anton Cook’s meals and livelihood.
This elder brother was more meticulous and thoughtful than the biological parents.
Anton Cook holed up in his music room, apart from eating and sleeping, he spent all his time writing songs.
Keanu Ledger wasn’t worried that he wouldn’t be able to write songs after losing his memory.
Could human thoughts measure talent?
He was working on his new album on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was communicating with the creative team of the movie Flames.
Anton Cook was very busy.
All the songs in the new album were finalized with the production company.
During this time, he communicated with the company back and forth for revisions, countless sleepless nights were spent.
“Sullivan, wasn’t White clothes the leading song you initially prepared for?
Why wasn’t it on the song list?
If we cannot find the perfect candidate for the MV, I have an idea.
How about using 3D animation?” The producer and Anton Cook were close, they would talk to each other like friends.
The producer saw via video call that the handsome young man appeared to have a moment of hesitation, looking somewhat absent-minded.
“Sullivan?
What’s wrong?” The producer asked with concern.
“Nothing, it’s time for me to eat so I need to go.” Anton Cook quickly ended the call.
He sat by himself for a while, then he dug through a pile of sheet music and found a sheet of paper at the bottom.
