Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 104

Nora pocketed her phone, her tone entirely casual. "Something like that."

Something like that?

Leo’s mouth twitched.

The nonchalance was staggering.

Did she even realize what Perfect Pitch meant?

It was a one-in-a-million gift. You could count the number of mainstream artists who truly possessed it on one hand.

Even among those rare few, pinpointing a minor tempo shift with that level of precision wasn't just raw talent—it demanded years of brutal, classical training.

And someone with that kind of pedigree was slumming it as a manager at Starlight Media?

Leo gave her another assessing look.

Was this Gavin's doing?

Whatever.

Gavin was bringing Jade Reed back this weekend anyway.

He'd just demand the truth from his brother then.

...

Meanwhile, up in the second-floor VIP viewing lounge, a massive one-way mirror offered an unobstructed view of the entire studio.

Inside, it provided total surveillance of the stage and audience; from the outside, it was just a sleek reflective wall.

The soundproof room was heavily customized for elite sponsors—furnished with dark leather sofas, marble tables, and lush potted plants, all smelling faintly of expensive tea.

Lucas stood hunched near the marble table, an ingratiating smile plastered on his sweating face.

On the leather sofa sat a man.

He wore a sharply tailored charcoal suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and lean waist.

His features were striking and severe, radiating an intimidating, icy authority.

The Fairchild Family of Northampton. Finnian Fairchild.

The Next Icon's biggest backer had casually dropped tens of millions of dollars for the exclusive title sponsorship.

Lucas had spent twenty years navigating the entertainment industry's shark-infested waters. He’d dealt with every kind of billionaire.

But the man in front of him was the only one who made him too terrified to breathe.

Lucas snapped his mouth shut, not daring to press further.

If you don't know her, why are you staring like that?

He thought wildly, though he'd rather die than say it out loud.

Standing behind the sofa, Finnian's executive assistant followed his boss's gaze and felt a similar jolt of shock.

His boss notoriously kept his distance from women. Half the socialites in Northampton would kill for an introduction, and he never gave them the time of day.

What was going on today?

Still, he had to admit the girl was gorgeous. She didn't have that cookie-cutter plastic look; her beauty was entirely in her bone structure, the kind that became more mesmerizing the longer you looked.

Especially her eyes—clear and bright, like a pristine mountain spring.

No wonder his boss was captivated.

"What's her name?" Finnian asked suddenly.

Lucas blinked, realizing the question was for him. "Jade Reed. She's Leo's new manager."

Reed?