"Could you repeat that?" Thomas' tone turned frosty as the atmosphere in the car became tense. Michael froze, sweat forming on his forehead. Slowly, he turned to face Thomas' cold, piercing gaze, and his throat tightened. "I... I didn't say anything," he stammered, his tone desperate, his will to survive kicking in. Thomas snorted, his expression filled with disdain. "Hmph! Robbing the cradle?!" How can he say that? Am I that person? Maybe it's time to get a new manager. This one clearly has something wrong with his brain, he thought, irritation flaring. Feeling the weight of the icy glare, Michael laughed nervously. "Haha! I'm just joking!" "I don't have any intentions toward her," Thomas asserted sharply. Michael nodded quickly. "Of course!"Still, he wasn't convinced. No intentions? Who is he kidding? The gifts, the autograph, the sudden warmth—it's way over the top. He grumbled silently, knowing better than to voice his thoughts. Thomas caught the doubt flickering in Michael's expression and promptly understood what was going through his mind. To be fair, he didn't fully understand his own feelings toward Seraphina, either. There was just an inexplicable pull, a natural instinct to protect her. Thomas thought, I don't need to justify myself to him. As long as I understand it, that's all that matters. Following Thomas' concert, excitement about the event intensified. Yet, the highlight wasn't the performance—it was the mysterious Miss Fox. Media outlets and fans alike were eager to uncover her identity, fueling endless speculation. While rumors swirled online, only a few people knew the truth—Seraphina's identity was known to Michael's close circle, along with Evelyn and Dora. They kept quiet out of respect for Seraphina's wishes, refusing to feed the media frenzy."Did you hear about the fox mask? Apparently, it's covered in diamonds and worth millions!" "That's not just a prop—it's practically art. Only Thomas would pull off something like that." "Word is, Thomas gave the mask to Miss Fox." "I'm dying to know who she is. None of the suggested actresses match her. That elegance—it's next level." Students chattered excitedly inside Cafeteria No. 3. Evelyn and Seraphina sat quietly at their tables, listening to the commotion. "Aren't you going to reveal yourself?" Evelyn asked, lowering her voice. Seraphina shook her head without hesitation. Evelyn sighed dramatically, looking disappointed. She thought, At times, mystery sparks greater curiosity, and the excitement grows as someone remains elusive.Just then, a girl at the next table gasped loudly, "Check Twitter! Quinton Johnston just announced he wants to take Miss Fox as his apprentice!" The cafeteria erupted into chaos as students scrambled to check their phones. Excited shouts and exclamations filled the room. Evelyn swiftly opened Twitter, her eyes growing wider as she read the trending topic, 'Searching for Miss Fox.' Barely able to contain her excitement, Evelyn shared, "Sera, look! Quinton Johnston wants you as his apprentice! Do you know how huge this is?" Quinton Johnston wasn't just a famous pianist—he was a legend. As a member of the International Pianist Association, his mentorship could open doors to limitless opportunities in the music world. Yet Seraphina's face remained calm, showing no hint of interest. She calmly replied, "Not interested." Evelyn blinked, stunned. She leaned closer, trying to detect even a flicker of emotion, but nothing happened. Slumping back in her chair, Evelyn muttered to herself, This is such a waste. Does she realize how big of a deal this is? Even someone like me, who doesn't care about grades or fancy stuff, knows this is an opportunity of a lifetime! What a shame.