?<strong>Chapter 616:</strong>


    As the beat transitioned to the one he had been waiting for, Gavin promptly yed the opening note. The piece was “Tarante.”


    The ultra-fast rhythm slightly stirred the dancers on the dance floor, but the performers of the orchestra were the first to respond, synchronizing seamlessly with Gavin toplete the piece.


    The people on the dance floor were stunned for a second. Then, they switched from a slow waltz to more lively dance steps in tune with the music.


    Meanwhile, Gavin’s performance captivated everyone. The crowd began to gather at the edge of the dance floor.


    Standing there, Freda surveyed the scene and felt a bit surprised. She pondered why Gavin’s music drew such a crowd.


    “Gavin looks so handsome ying the violin. I really want to date him. How should I approach such a gentleman?”


    “Gavin is far too much of a gentleman. He doesn’t leave us any openings.”


    “Just the thought of Gavin marrying someone else fills my heart with jealousy. Who will be that lucky person in the future?”


    Freda overheard these remarks from a group of girls. Searching for the source, she turned and saw it was the same group that had earlier badgered Gavin for a dance.


    Hearing their words, Freda frowned. Gavin had a knack for showing off. Though just a violinist, he managed to captivate these high-societydies. Clearly, he was looking to climb the socialdder through women.


    After the piece ended, the hall erupted in thunderous apuse. Then someone recognized Gavin and shouted, “Mr. Cramer, one more, please.”


    Gavin had nned to y only one piece, but the crowd’s enthusiasm took him by surprise. He paused to think, signaled to the other musicians, took a deep breath, and yed the opening note of “El Choclo.”


    “I really like this one.”


    “He ys so beautifully. I feel like dancing too.”


    This tango was more rousing than the previous piece, drawing even more people onto the dance floor. Freda noticed a woman in a fishtail dress dancing passionately. The woman’s energetic moves left an impression on Freda.


    Freda watched the dance floor, utterly captivated. As the music ended, the crowd seemed eager to keep dancing. However, Gavin adopted a more reserved stance and left the dance floor with his violin.


    Approaching Freda, Gavin asked, “Did you enjoy the joy brought by the music?”


    Freda blinked, puzzled. “What do you mean?”


    Without borating, Gavin said, “I have to put the violin away,” and then he headed outside.


    “How do you know Gavin? What’s your rtionship with him? Do you like him?”


    Before Freda could gather her thoughts, she found herself encircled by three youngdies bombarding her with questions, which only added to her confusion.


    Freda responded, equally puzzled, “Why would you ask me that?”


    “Are you Gavin’s girlfriend? Otherwise, why do you seem so close to him?” The youngdies pressed on.


    At this, Freda sighed. It was clear now; these three admirers of Gavin were here to confront her.


    Freda exhaled deeply. “You’re mistaken. My rtionship with Gavin Cramer isn’t what you’re imagining. Actually, we’re barely acquaintances, not even friends.”


    Upon hearing Freda’s words, the threedies simultaneously sighed in relief.


    “That makes sense. You seem quite ordinary. How could he ever be attracted to you? Youck any temperament whatsoever. When you two stand side by side, I don’t believe you two arepatible in the slightest.”


    “Exactly. You don’t seem like you’d appreciate music. You probably don’t understand it, right? How could you ever connect with Gavin on a deep level?”


    “Next time, don’t stand so close to Gavin. Being near him only diminishes his presence.”


    Freda couldn’t help butugh out loud in response to those youngdies’ments. Their words seemed utterly absurd to her.


    Freda not only thought this, but she also voiced it. “I don’t think this violinist is worthy of me. Keep your admiration for him to yourselves and leave me out of it. I believe I’m way out of his league.”


    The threedies exchanged looks and smiled disdainfully. “You think Gavin is just a violinist, don’t you? It would be wonderful to us if he were merely a humble violinist. However, his family background is quite impressive.”


    Freda was skeptical; she thought the women were fabricating stories. Just as she was about to question them further about Gavin’s background, she noticed them hurrying away.


    Turning around, she saw that Gavin hade back.


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