?<strong>Chapter 366:</strong>


    Cody paused in his signing, a momentary reflection gracing his features before he swiftly resumed. With a hint of wistfulness in his gaze, he passed the notebook to Driscoll, remarking, “I never expected someone to remember him.”


    Driscoll smiled warmly. “My wife has vivid memories of him. She often spoke of the performance that propelled you two to fame.”


    Cody found himself fully submerged in his memories as those words reached him. That particr performance held an unparalleled significance in his life. Without it, he realized he wouldn’t be the person he had be.


    “Who is he? Another violinist?” Elyse inquired, her curiosity piqued.


    Cody snapped back to the present, nodding thoughtfully as he reached for his coffee. “We once learned from the same instructor. He was someone I both admired and hated.”


    “Admired and hated?” Elyse echoed, puzzled.


    Cody affirmed with a nod. “I hated his carefree nature despite his remarkable talent. He found joy in ying on the street for anyone who would listen.”


    Pausing, he softened his tone, a hint of nostalgia coloring his words. “But what I admired most was his philosophy.”


    “What philosophy?” Elyse pressed, intrigued.


    “He believed music should be essible to all, capable of touching every soul,” Cody exined. “Back then, I prioritized technical prowess. I believed music belonged solely to concert halls, not the streets.”


    “And what happened next?” Elyse’s surprise was palpable.


    “Subsequently, I lost my way. It was he who guided me back.” Reflecting on that period, Cody couldn’t suppress a smile.


    Elyse had never imagined Cody’s past to be so intricate. After a momentary silence, Cody turned to her. “You and he share a resemnce, not just in appearance but in your approach to music. The difference lies in your ambitions. He was content to y anywhere, while you strive for the stage.”


    “But I’m not him. I have my own dreams to pursue,” Elyse admitted, with a bashful scratch of her head.


    Cody nodded knowingly. “It’d be wonderful if he were still around. I’m sure he’d hold you in high regard.” A soft smile yed on Elyse’s lips.


    Standing up, Cody remarked, “Well, it’s time for me to attend to my other guests. I won’t keep you any longer. Be punctual tomorrow.”


    “I will. See you tomorrow,” Elyse bid farewell before departing with Driscoll.


    Exiting the studio, Driscoll’s face lit up with relief as he turned to Elyse. “From this day forward, Cody Tucker shall be your mentor. Let’s celebrate tonight.”


    Elyse’s smile glimmered with a hint of disbelief. “It all feels so surreal.”


    Before long, their chauffeur arrived to pick them up. Unbeknownst to them, Jayden sat in a quaint cafe on the second floor nearby. Finishing his conversation with Clive, his gaze inadvertently drifted to the window where he caught sight of Elyse and Driscoll.


    Clive took a sip of his coffee, noticing Jayden’s distraction. Following his gaze, he found nothing of significance and inquired, “What’s caught your attention?”


    Jayden tore his gaze away, replying vaguely, “Just spotted someone unexpected.”


    “Who was it?” Clive pressed.


    Rather than answering directly, Jayden redirected the conversation. “What are your thoughts on Owen Group’s sudden move against Bayzee Group?”


    Clive frowned. “Seems like a straightforward bid for market dominance to me.”


    With a furrowed brow, Jayden added, “But doesn’t it strike you as odd? I can’t shake the feeling they’re targeting me.”


    Clive’s frown deepened. “You think they’ve found your role at the Bayzee Group?”


    Jayden reclined against the chair with a casual air. “Hard to say. But Bryce mentioned something intriguing. After my grandpa’s private meeting with Debora, she was swiftly entrusted with a significant responsibility. Do you reckon she’s being groomed as his sessor?”


    After a moment’s reflection, Clive replied, “It’s uncertain. Yet Enzo once envisioned you as his heir.”


    Jayden’s expression soured slightly at the reminder. “Well, I won’t be fulfilling that vision. He has likely already abandoned hope in me.”


    “They could uncover your connection to Bayzee Group. If that happens, they might target you when the timees,” Clive remarked with a nonchnt shrug.


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