?<strong>Chapter 682:</strong>


    With this newfound understanding, Elyse felt a serene peace wash over her. But she couldn’t leave Cambape just yet; Felicia still had to hear her y the violin.


    The next day, an unexpected visitor disrupted the quiet.


    Gavin eyed the man in front of him with palpable disdain, thoroughly disgusted by the lecherous grin on the visitor’s face. “Mr. Ewing, how many times do I have to tell you?” Gavin hissed, his voice tinged with irritation, “My teacher isn’t epting any performances. He’s focused on his student’spetition, not your schemes.”


    Grayson Ewing, a director of a TV station, rubbed his hands together, a nervous habit, as he responded, “But this time’s different! I really hope Mr. Tucker can be a guest at our TV station’s charity event. His presence would definitely draw in more celebrities and support.”


    Gavin rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Really? Because I’ve heard that your TV station’s charity events are nothing but money-making scams.”


    Grayson wiped the cold sweat from his brow, his smile faltering. “That’s not true. The previous director was corrupt, yes, but he’s been imprisoned. I’m the new director as of this year,” he said,ughing awkwardly. “Our TV station’s reputation was tarnished by thest director, and now, many people…”


    Gavin rubbed his brow in frustration. “Even if you say so, how can I be sure you’re sincere? Besides, Mr. Tucker doesn’t eptmercial performances. Please, leave.”


    Grayson, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully, hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Actually, we were also hoping you might consider attending the charity event, Mr. Cramer.”


    Gavin’s mouth twitched with irritation. After a long pause, he finally said, “So brazen.”


    Grayson grasped Gavin’s arm desperately. “I know it may seem like I’m only interested in your fame, but I genuinely want to contribute to the charity. I really have no other options.”


    At that moment, Elyse, drawn by themotion, approached and saw a portly man clinging to Gavin. Curious, she inquired, “Gavin, who’s this?”


    “Director of Cambape Television, Grayson Ewing,” Gavin replied tersely. He then gently but firmly pried Grayson’s fingers off his arm. “I can’t assist. The previous director did so much damage that rebuilding trust will be impossible.”


    Grayson, his eyes brimming with frustration, made onest plea. “Mr. Cramer, don’t be so quick to refuse. I can show you the welfare homes supported by our station. The children there are counting on us.”


    Gavin raised an eyebrow skeptically. “It all sounds like just showbiz. Anyone can put on an act.”


    Grayson’s face fell, the desperation evident. Despite his unkempt appearance, his desire to help was genuine.


    Elyse, noticing the distressed look on Grayson’s face, asked curiously, “Who are you nning to invite to this charity event?”


    “We’re reaching out to major elite families in Cambape and prominent social figures,” Grayson exined with a heavy sigh. “The previous director’s corruption scandal has left us in a tough spot. Despite our efforts, rebuilding trust has been an uphill battle.”


    He had been thrust into the role at a crucial time, left to clean up the mess left by his predecessor. Unlike most new directors, who start with a ssh, Grayson’s task was to salvage what was left.


    He touched his rounded face, anxious about his future. If he couldn’t turn things around, he feared he might be the shortest-serving director in Cambape Television’s history.


    Grayson, dejected, appealed once again, “Mr. Cramer, please, give me a chance. Trust me just once, and I promise I won’t let you down.”


    Gavin remained indecisive, but Elyse, smiling, interjected, “Mr. Ewing, would you consider inviting me to the charity event?”


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