After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 142

The moment those words left my lips, it felt like I had doused him with a bucket of cold water. His expression shifted, a flicker of hurt flashing in his eyes. He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his gaze "It's okay," he said softly, stroking my hair. Tll get you back" The lightness in his voice felt hollow, a promise tinged with desperation. I could sense the depth of his desire, but the reality of our situation weighed heavily on both our hearts. We had a long road ahead, and I wasn't sure if we could find our way back to each other, or if we were meant to walk separate paths.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hotel. The ride had been silent, the tension between Lorik and me palpable, as if every word that could be said was already hanging between us, unsaid. We stepped out and made our way inside, taking the lift to the room that had been booked for the meeting.

As soon as the doors slid open, I was met with a sight that made me pause. Inside the spacious room, sitting at a long polished table, were Dalia and Andrew, strategically seated on opposite sides. The air was thick with tension. Clearly, the two were divided into opposing camps. In the middle sat a middle-aged man, elegantly dressed, exuding an aura of wealth and power. His sharp, calculating gaze moved between the others in the room, sizing up the situation. This must be the potential partner Lorik had mentioned, the one both sides were vying for.

Dalia, ever the energetic one, sprang up the moment she saw me. Her excitement was contagious, though the circumstances didn't allow me to feel entirely at ease. "Sister-in-law, you're finally here! she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. She gestured towards the man. "This is Mr. Ferdinand Holt, one of the major investors we've been talking about."

Mr. Holt stood up slightly, nodding in greeting. I returned the gesture, offering a polite smile. Before I could say anything, Dalia quickly added, "Mr. Holt, this is Shirley. Not only is she a skilled Luna, but she's also renowned for her talent on the piano. I don't think you'll find anyone better when it comes

to music."

Holt's interest piqued, and his gaze turned to me. "Shirley," he began, "I hear you're quite the professional when it comes to the piano. One of the best among the younger generation, I'm told?"

I smiled lightly, acknowledging the compliment with a nod. "Yes, that's right."

He chuckled softly, pulling a piece of sheet music from his leather portfolio and extending it towards

1. me. "Then perhaps you can help me with this."

Curious, I accepted the sheet music and examined it. The title read, "Elegy for a Lost Love", a piece

composed by a well known artist, written in memory of his late wife. The music had an ethereal, melancholic tone, haunting in its simplicity.

"I'm familiar with this piece," I said, lifting my gaze from the sheet.

Holt seemed pleased. "I've had many planists play it for me, but none have managed to capture the feeling I'm looking for. Would you be willing I'd like to

to try? If you can evoke the emotions I seep

hire you for the performance."

The room seemed to still as his words hung in the air.

Before I could respond, Holt added, "T'd be willing to pay 10 million for it if you succeed."

The amount was staggering, to say the least. It wasn't just a generous offer-it was an immense sum for playing a single piece.

"I'll do my best," I responded, though I couldn't shake the sense that his request would be no easy task. "But I'll need to know more about the feeling you want conveyed."

Holt leaned back in his chair, his face thoughtful. "The feeling," he mused, "it's not something I can put into words. That's what makes it difficult."

His vague answer only added to my unease. This would be more than just a musical performance-it would be an attempt to capture an emotion that even he couldn't describe.

Andrew, who had been silent up until now, seized the opportunity to speak, his voice laced with sarcasm. "If you don't think you can handle it, Shirley, you might want to step down now. Better than embarrassing Silvermoon in front of our investor."

I shot him a cold glance, refusing to rise to the bait. "I can do it, Mr. Holt," I said firmly, my voice steady. Even if it meant proving Andrew wrong, I would not back down from the challenge.

Holt seemed satisfied with my response. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a chequebook writing out a sum. He tore the cheque from the book and handed it to me. "Here's half a millionara deposit. If I'm not pleased with the performance, consider it payment for your time."

I accepted the cheque, trying not to let the weight of the moment show on my face. Lorik's eyes flickered down to the cheque, then back up to me. His expression softened, pride and admiration.

evident in his gaze. "My Luna is always impressive," he murmured, his voice quiet but filled with

warmth. "I've secured a business deal with a simple phone call."

"I hope your Luna wasn't too arrogant to boast about taking the job." Andrew sneered, "After all, if she fails, she'll bring shame to the whole Silvermoon." After 1 Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret