Main hall?
Generally speaking, no one else could live in the main hall other than the master.
The owner of this place was Elvis. Could it be him?
Recalling what Elvis had done, Nicole thought it was beyond the bounds of possibility.
The more puzzled she was, the more anxiously she wanted to leave. Just as they were about to reach
the main hall's entrance, someone suddenly stopped them.
"Ms. Nicole, Ms. Audrey, you seem to have gone to the wrong place. I told you that no one was allowed
to come here."
Harley's sudden appearance did not surprise Nicole.
A note went wrong at the violin.
Nicole suddenly shouted.
"It should be a high note. You played it wrong."
As soon as she finished, the music stopped abruptly.
"Who is outside?"
Elvis' voice suddenly came, carrying a trace of anger.
Harley trembled and hurriedly said, "It's Ms. Nicole."
"Nicole?"
"It's me. I just want to know who played this violin. It's not bad, but it seems that he hasn't received any
special training. There are some mistakes about fingering."
Elvis' face darkened as he heard it.
"Scram! Stop talking, or I will...."
"Kill me? That's right. People like you will do anything. However, even if you kill me, I still want to say
that you played in rhythm, but your fingering was wrong."
"Let her come in."
Just as Nicole finished speaking, a pure voice sounded.
This was not Elvis' voice, but a girl's.
Nicole was immediately stunned.
Was there really a girl?
Was her previous guess correct?
Elvis kept a woman as his lover, and he loved this woman?
Nicole frowned slightly.
She heard Elvis say in a lower voice, "Don't have to listen to her nonsense. You played very well."
"Elvis, I know that you are flattering me, but I have a clear understanding of my weakness. She is right.
No one teaches me music and I learn everything by myself since my childhood. I have always longed
for a teacher, but.... Since I have an opportunity now, can you let us exchange our views?"
The girl's voice was especially gentle and comfortable, just like her music, pure and clean.
This was how Nicole felt.
But how could such a pure woman be with Elvis?
Nicole couldn't figure it out.
Audrey was also a little surprised.
No one had ever said that Elvis was in love with a woman. Why did he hide such a clean and lovely girl
here?
Elvis finally compromised. He said gently, "Alright, I will go now. Wait a moment."
"Alright."
Elvis came out grim-faced. When he saw Nicole, he frowned slightly.
"You know violin?"
"I cannot believe that you care about that woman!"
Elvis' expression immediately changed.
"I'm warning you. You'd better think clearly what you should say and what shouldn't, otherwise...."
"Otherwise what?"
Nicole was not afraid of Elvis. Under the circumstances, what else could Elvis do to her?
Elvis was so angry that his entire body trembled, but there was nothing he could do.
"You are as stubborn as your father."
"Of course. I'm his daughter. Your threat doesn't work. Can I go in now?"
Elvis suddenly paused for a moment and then whispered, "Nicole, no matter what I did, she doesn't
know anything. She's as clean as her music, so don't disturb her with worldly things."
"Are you begging me?"
Nicole looked a little proud, but she was surprised secretly.
Elvis, who always didn't care about anything, begged her for a woman. This was somewhat difficult to
understand.
Elvis didn't put on any airs and whispered, "Yes, I'm begging you. I'm begging you to keep a quiet pure
land and pure sky for her. This island was built for her. Don't you notice it? It's like a palace. I built it for
her. She can do whatever she wants here. She can play the violin she likes. She can even walk
around. I will give her everything wonderful she wants."
If it were someone else who said those words, Nicole would definitely be touched. But it was Elvis, so
Nicole didn't believe him.
"Do you think I'm a child? Elvis, don't try to fool me. Either stop me from going in or just shut up. You
have no right to tell me what I should do."
Nicole's attitude angered Elvis. He grabbed Audrey's neck and said coldly, "If you dare to destroy her
purity, I will kill Audrey."
"You don't dare. You still want my mother's notebook."
Nicole was fearless.
Elvis sneered, "If I can't get anything, I would rather take everyone to hell. She is my last good thing. If
you destroy her, so what if I destroy the whole world?"
Nicole was shocked.
Elvis revealed his soft spot. He said that that woman was the only person he cared about. Then maybe
Nicole should build a good relationship with that girl. Perhaps there would be a turn for the better.
Nicole's mind was racing.
"Alright, I promise I won't say anything except music."
"I don't believe you. So from now on, Audrey will stay in front of me. Nicole, it's up to you whether you
want your mother to survive or not."
After Elvis finished speaking, he took Audrey away.
Before leaving, Audrey looked at Nicole and said, "Do what you want to do. Don't worry about me. I'm a
dying person."
"What about Xander's body? If she doesn't know what's good for her, I will make Xander's body
disappear right in front of you."
Elvis' threat worked.
Both Audrey and Nicole were furious, but it didn't matter to Elvis.
Nicole took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I promise you. But you'd better be kind to my mom."
After that, Nicole walked in.
Ever since entering the main hall, Nicole had noticed that Elvis chose a pure European design style.
This place was mainly white. It looked so clean and pure that people didn't have the heart to step into
it.
"Ms. Nicole, please change your shoes."
Nicole was still in a daze when someone took a step forward and gave her disinfected clothes and
shoes.
"Do I need to get dressed?"
"Yes."
That person had been lowering his head, showing great respect.
Nicole frowned slightly. Although she didn't know the reason, she got dressed as she was asked.
She could tell that it was an aseptic suit.
Why should she wear it?
Nicole did not know.
She subconsciously looked around. Cleaners, cooks, or some other kinds of workers were all in aseptic
clothes with aseptic gloves.
This was a sterile world.
What exactly was Elvis going to do?
What a sick man!
Even if he was a neat freak, he shouldn't have gone so far.
Nicole walked in with doubts.
She thought that the girl played the violin in the hall or in an open space, but she did not expect the
servant to take her to the bedroom.
"In the bedroom?"
"Yes, Ms. Nicole, please go in."
The servant stopped at the door, not daring to cross the line at all.
Nicole suppressed the doubt and walked in.
A few coughs sounded.
These coughs caught Nicole by surprise.
"Please close the door. Thank you."
The girl's voice was very pure, but it somewhat sounded weak.
Nicole closed the door and found that there were white curtains all over the room, blocking out the
sunlight.
Nicole noticed that the bed was round with white curtains in the middle. A thin girl was sitting on the
bed with a violin in her hand.
Nicole walked over step by step.
She didn't see the girl's face until she walked up to her.
How did the girl look like?
The girl was stunningly beautiful. Even a woman like Nicole had an admiration for her. But the girl was
deathly pale, leaving her azure blood vessels be vaguely seen on her skin.
The girl was skinny, but her eyes were clean and pure like a newborn baby. She wore her long hair
casually loose.
Her fingers were long but slender. They showed up on the violin, carrying indescribable beauty.
Nicole was astonished.
The girl coughed again and smiled, "Are you scared?"
"No. You...."
"The doctor said that I was born with a genetic disability. I can't have contact with the sun or the wind.
Although I'm alive, I can only move around this room for the rest of my life. I am like a prisoner.
The girl's face fell.
Nicole suddenly understood.
Elvis had always been obsessed with gene research. Maybe it was related to this woman.
"How old are you?"
Noticing that the girl seemed to be very young, Nicole couldn't help but ask.
The girl smiled bitterly.
"I'm already in my fifties. Do you believe it?"
"What?"
Nicole was stunned.
How could it be?
Besides Nicole, anyone who saw her would probably think that she was only eighteen or nineteen
years old.
Although this woman was in poor health, her skin condition didn't fit what a woman in her fifties should
have.
The woman smiled bitterly and explained, "As I said, I was born sick. I stopped aging since I was
eighteen. I don't menstruate like other women. I never know what it is. I won't grow old, like a monster.
In the place where I used to live, I was treated as a monster. Everyone was eager for my death. If it
weren't for Elvis, I would have died a long time ago. "
She smiled faintly and continued, "Actually, I am living a happy life. Elvis loves me wholeheartedly.
Even if I die now, I have no regrets. Unfortunately, I have wasted him a lifetime."
As she spoke, tears fell from the woman's cheeks.
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