After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 148

Holt shook his head slightly, offering a small smile. "I can't tell you that, at least not yet. But what I can ask is whether you're willing to send the video I took of your performance to them. They've been waiting for someone like you." I paused briefly before nodding. "Sure, I trust your judgment."

With my approval, Holt quickly sent the video off and excused himself to find my payment. I stayed. seated, gently pressing a few more keys, reflecting on the moment. Just as the door clicked behind Holt, signaling his departure, it swung open agalu this time revealing Lorcia, her entrance far less.

subtle.

"Uncle," she announced with a haughty air, throwing her designer bag onto the couch. She looked around the room before her eyes landed on Holt, who was wiping his eyes discreetly. "What's wrong with you today? You look... weird." Holt cleared his throat, attempting to shake off the emotional moment. "I invited Shirley, the pianist everyone's been talking about, to play a piece. It was... exceptional. Now, I'm planning to introduce her to some important clients." Lorcia's face instantly darkened, her lips curling into a frown. "Just a piece of music? Is it really that good?" Her voice carried a sharp, irritated edge, as if the very idea that someone else could impress her uncle irked her.

Holt chuckled lightly, trying to downplay her skepticism. "Good? No, Lorcia, it was beyond that. Your wouldn't understand-it's something only a true connoisseur could grasp."

"Excuse me?" Lorcia straightened up, crossing her arms defensively. "I play piano too, you know. I'm

not a layman."

Holt looked mildly amused but didn't respond, choosing instead to pull out his checkbook. He uncapped his pen and began to write my payment. Before he could finish, Lorcia snatched the pen from his hand.

Her voice was cold as she spoke. "Shirley is our enemy, Uncle. You can't be supporting her, not when

she's done so much damage to our Flameheart Tribe. If you choose her, I'll tell my father everything."

Holt hesitated for a moment, visibly troubled as he paced the room, before returning to the study. His face wore an apologetic smile that didn't quite reach his eyes as he said, "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Shirley. It appears that my client just called me... He's not too happy with the performance."

After 11er Go My Alpha. He knelt in Regret

The words hit me like a cold slap. My eyes

dimmed, and the hopeful smile on my lips faltered. A wave of disappointment washed over me, so heavy it felt like my chest might cave in. The fruits o years of practice and passion, dismissed so easily. There are few things more devastating than pouring your soul into something, only to have it rejected.

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I forced a small smile, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I see... In that case, forget it." The words were empty, like an attempt to brush off something that couldn't be ignored.

As I left the villa, my footsteps felt heavier with each step, as though the weight of my unspoken frustrations and shattered expectations pulled me deeper into the earth. The grandeur of Holt's fancy villa, the pristine lawns and manicured bushes, faded into the background as my heart sank lower. I had poured everything into that performance. I had practiced for endless nights, playing until my fingers ached, refining every note until it resonated with the depth of emotion I wanted to express. **It was my best work, a piece that carried my dreams, my passion, and my pain.** Yet, it had been dismissed so easily by Holt and the mysterious client behind him. I couldn't help but begin to doubt my own abilities. Perhaps, after all this time, I wasn't good enough.

By the time I arrived home, the sun had already set, casting shadows across the empty rooms. I entered the piano room, but instead of turning on the light, I sank into the darkness, allowing it to envelop me. **Maybe the darkness understood how I felt-lonely and unappreciated.**

A knock on the door Interrupted my thoughts. It was the maid, her voice tentative, "Miss, dinner is ready."

"I'm not hungry." I replied quietly, not bothering to lift my head. "You all eat without me. When

you're done, you can leave for the night."

She hesitated, sensing something was wrong, but she didn't push further. I heard her footsteps retreat, and a moment later, the faint sound of her voice downstairs as she made a phone call.

"Alpha," she whispered hurriedly, "Luna seems off. She left earlier looking upset, and now she's back but won't eat or talk. I think something happened."

Lorek's voice on the other end was firm. "I'll finish this meeting in ten minutes. Wait until I get there before you leave."

When Lorek arrived, the villa was cloaked in silence. He moved quickly through the house, his sharp gaze noting the darkness, until he reached the piano room. He flipped the switch, and the sudden flood of light revealed me, sitting slumped in the corner of the room, surrounded by the quiet, gleaming keys of the grand piano.