Gabriel

Quentin… Hearing this name, Sharon trembled reflexively. She thought she could forget about it after so many years, but for her, this man who caused her mother to quit the piano industry and be unwilling to share her music with anyone else… Sharon couldn't forgive him.

"Alright, don't stand at the door anymore. There might be something else later." As she spoke, Whitney pulled the few of them toward the studio.

"Yumi, stop struggling! As long as you follow me, I'll give you the recording rights to this demo immediately." The middle-aged man's laughter entered their ears, followed by the sound of tearing.

Yumi—who had just been practicing—received a call. The other party claimed that they wanted her to endorse a small thing and that they could sign the contract immediately.