No Way Back

No Way Back By Anna Mac Chapter 282

Was Jane lost? Had she lost her way? Something like that may have happened to Lila, but not to Jane.

Jane texted. [I’ve gone to the toilet. Go and have fun with Connor first. Go back to your room if you feel the need for a nap. I’ll see you during dinner]

Lila texted back, [****! You didn’t even tell us you were going to the toilet. I was going to wait for you.]

Jane replied. [You *****girl… Why are you waiting for me while I’m in the toilet? If you aren’t ashamed by this, I am.]

However, that wasn’t the truth.

Jane didn’t go to the toilet.

Instead, she secretly slipped out of sight after they returned to the resort.

It was so Connor and Lila could have some time to themselves.

The two of them were chatting and laughing, making Jane look like an enormous third wheel.

It was as if she was constantly getting in their way.

Even if Connor and Lila didn’t mind, Jane did.

It was better to be alone by herself.

At this moment, Jane noticed a peculiar scent emanating from a nearby home as she walked by.

Not only did the cold winter month not affect the fragrance, but it also seemed to grow even richer and more mellow. “This is…”

Jane couldn’t resist opening the door of the scarlet home that was in front of her.

Within, there was an orchestra of violins

Evidently, the owner of the house placed a high value on these precious violins.

“Beethoven, Mozart… they’re all discontinued. These violins honor these historical musicians by bearing their names.”

“They’re worth a fortune. Why is it being kept here in plain sight, with the door left unlocked?”

Even Jane was unable to contain her awe of the generosity shown by the owner of this property.

Or rather…

That was a show of complete faith in the resort’s safety measures.

“Who are you?” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

A surprised voice suddenly came from behind the door.

As Jane turned around, she noticed a man with a flat top haircut and natural, uncolored hair. His *****hair and the lines that had formed near the corners of his eyes were clear evidence of the passage of time.

Yet, he towered her at 6 feet 3 inches. He was decked up in a down coat, thermal trousers, and ice skates. He looked as strong as a bear, and every once in a while, his eyes would shine with a piercing radiance. Despite his age, he seemed courageous as ever and not to be trifled with. “I’m sorry, I caught the unique scent of the violin wood. I came all the way here and realized that the door wasn’t locked. I’m really sorry.” Jane was, after all, the wrongdoer. The situation made it too simple to label her as a thief. Her apology was swift.

“It’s you? Jane Fowler?”

When he saw Jane’s face clearly, the man seemed to recognize Jane.

Jane looked puzzled, “You know me?”

It was impossible for Jane to have no recollection of such a venerable old man.

“My name is Walker Luther. I’m Connor Luther’s second uncle. I’m also one of the current shareholders of the Luther Group

“You’ve definitely made your mark as a well-known figure in Crucsia. How am I not familiar with your name? Also, I have a serious passion for the art of painting. I liked the work you did to win the world championship and the things you made during the X era. I think they are great!

“I guess you could call myself a fan of yours. Haha, I’m so lucky to be able to meet my hero here. Connor had told me many things about you. You are said to achieve great things in life.”

Walker’s teasing helped ease the tension.

Then, with a hidden sigh of relief, Jane responded, “Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Luther. The thought that you would suspect me of theft scared me”

“All of these violins are works of art and would sell for a fortune. I dared to leave without locking the door. Naturally, that is because I have faith in the safety measures taken by the Luther Group.

“Or rather, I’m more interested in seeing which daring burglar attempts to take my violin here.”

Walker smiled and strode confidently. He walked by Jane and reached for a violin on the shelf.

“Since you can smell the violin at such weather, surely you must know a thing or two about the violin, Miss Jane. Do you want to give it a try?” “Are you serious? This is a discontinued violin.”

Jane was slightly surprised.

Logically, these collectors preserved these violins. They couldn’t bring themselves to do anything with the violins other than doing routine maintenance.

It was even more out of the ordinary for Walker to ask someone he barely knew to play the violin for him.

The cost of these violins was not a primary concern. If there were any defects, there wouldn’t be a new violin that had been discontinued to replace it

“This is made to be played with What’s the use of being cooped up here indefinitely if it can’t even do this simple task?

“It seems likely that both their owners and the violins themselves must feel some dissatisfaction. Of course, assuming that you’re confident enough to play this violin

“If you don’t believe in her own strength, then forget it. Miss Jane”

Walker’s tone was clearly intended to be demeaning.

Was he pulling the provocation stunt?

Hal

Who’s afraid?

“If you don’t mind, Mr. Luther, I’ll play it then.”

Jane was eager to give this renowned, once in a generation violin a go as well,

As luck would have it, she was able to do so, and the violin’s owner was willing for her to play it

What reason did she have to refuse?

In any case, if it was damaged, Jane could definitely afford it.

“Alright, now this is my idol. You can choose any of the violins here. Dont worry, I just found a friend to help me maintain and adjust them.” “Okay”

Jane Fowler chose a violin named Beethoven

Coincidentally, Beethoven was also Jane’s favorite musician.

She ran her fingers softly over the violin’s body

The shape of the violin strings was traced out by her fingertips.

She set the violin in front of her, and the sandalwood scent of antiquity wafted from the dark red eucalyptus wood.

It was fascinating and heartfelt.

Even Jane couldn’t help but feel excited.

As a musician, she was more than grateful to be able to play such a violin.

There was nothing else that could have been more amazing than this

The debugging is truly awesome.”

Jane’s eyes narrowed and her admiration was unrestrained.

Walker’s friend must be a virtuosic musician with a reverence for his or her instruments.

Otherwise, fine tuning this rare, out of production violin from the turn of the previous century would be almost impossible.

The strings were perfect in every way possible. In a sense, it breathed a new life into the violin.

It was as if the violin was silently calling out-

[Use me]

Jane took the bow in her hands and positioned herself in the proper stance.

Closing her eyes, she put her chin on the violin and started to play.

The sweet strains of a violin were audible in the room.

The song played by Jane this time was a universally revered, heavenly hymn, Canon.

The warm tone was drawn out and deep, and it carried with it a calming enchantment.

It was as if the wings of an angel were sweeping over the land, bringing peace to those in suffering and ushering in the brightness and hope of a new beginning.

As the tension mounted, Jane’s grip became stronger. She and the violin in her hands seemed to merge into one.

The exquisite violin sound was sent forth in a flurry.

There was a rainbow of colors in the air.

It was as if the violin from the previous century, which had been locked for decades, had suddenly sprung to life and spread its wings Under Jane’s hands, she and the violin blossomed into the perfect

dancing partners, capable of mastering a wide variety of intricate routines. The song end at the final note.

Jane slowly opened his eyes.

She struggled to still her racing heart.

In fact, she was dripping with sweat despite the chilly winter air.

Clap! Clap! Clapi

After witnessing this brilliant performance, even Walker, who had been to a vast number of the world’s best concerts, could not hold back his

ovation

“Your performance, Miss Jane, was superb! The sounds are like angels singing in my ears. It’s an eye- opener for me!”

“You are much too generous, Mr. Luther You may thank this violin for that,” Jane responded in a humble manner

“Just as you’d hope for a violin bearing Beethoven’s name that’s long since more out of production. Taiba skle to also this slabe keen

trip is definitely worth it

Jane placed the violin bark where it was with great cate

It was as if she was protecting a priceless treasure

When the bright light shined from all sides, she could feel the ripples in her eyes

She thought to herself-

Thank you for giving me such an extraordinary experience]

At this moment, another person pushed the door open

His enthusiasm was evident in his voice

“Uncle Walker, are you playing the violin? it’s you? Jane?

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