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"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!

" ** said, still clapping.

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"Thank you, Mr. **.

"

n** felt like he had to act like a gentleman after such a beautiful performance. He walked over and pulled a chair for her, gesturing for her to sit.

nHe had a big smile on his face and felt extremely proud. Wasn't it thanks to him that the whole restaurant transformed into a cheering concert hall? After all, he was the one who told the girl to play the piano and sing.

nWasn't he amazing? He was just too awesome. Hehe. As expected of a famous and award-winning music producer like him.

nThe applause finally settled down. ** and Iris once again sat opposite each other.

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"That wasn't one of the songs you sent me. What's the title?

"

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"I call it 'The Phantom of Your Love'.

"

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"Beautiful! I'm now convinced by your musical talent.

"

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"I'm glad to hear that.

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"Yes. Of course.

" She laughed.

"I accept your offer, Mr. **. Thank you.

"

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"Excellent!

" He thumped a hand on the table in excitement.

"My people will contact you within a week to discuss and negotiate your contract.

"

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"Sounds good, Mr. **.

"

nThe two chatted for a few more minutes before ** called their waiter to pay the bill. Iris offered to pay, but ** waved her suggestion away.

nAfter settling the bill, the two began to leave. The widow from earlier approached them, her eyes still puffy red. Her three friends stood behind her.

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"I'm sorry to bother you. My name is Feng Wan.

" The older woman looked at Iris, finding the young woman who just made her cry more and more pleasing to the eyes.

"I just want to say thank you for sharing such a beautiful song with us today.

"

nIris smiled.

"I'm glad that you liked it.

"

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"Uhm, I hope you don't mind…but may I know your name?

"

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"My surname is Long.

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n** interjected at this moment.

"Madam, rest assured. You're gonna hear this song again as soon as we release it. In fact, you're gonna hear more songs by Miss Long in the near future.

"

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"And you are?

"

nHe gave his best smile.

"I'm **.

"

nOne of Feng Wan's friends gasped.

"I knew it! I thought you looked familiar! You're **? The music producer?

"

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"That's me.

" He always felt pleased to be recognized.

nThe group of older women shrieked like school girls meeting their idol.

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"Please give me an autograph!

"

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"Me too! Oh no. Girls, hold me up. I'm going to faint.

"

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"Here here! Sign my dress!

"

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nOne of the ladies turned to Iris.

"Miss Long, you're very lucky. You have THE Mr. ** backing you. You're going to be famous.

"

nIris just smiled, while ** laughed.

"Please look forward and buy her album when we release it, okay? Can I depend on you to do that?

"

nA chorus of

"Yes

" and

"Of course

" answered him, pleasing him even more.

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"Miss Long,

" Feng Wan grabbed Iris' hands.

"Thank you for today. I'll pray for your success. I can't wait to hear your music again. I'll definitely support you.

"

nTouched, Iris pulled her hands gently and grabbed Feng Wan's hands instead.

"Thank you, Madam. I appreciate it.

"

nThe group walked out of the restaurant to the hotel lobby together. They waved their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

n** left in a hurry, saying that he had a meeting within the hour.

nIris called Dominic on the phone, asking him to pick her up. She sat on one of the couches at the lobby while she waited, taking out a paperback novel from her purse by one of her favourite authors from her previous life. The novel was written in its original Russian language, not a translated version.

nAbsorbed in the world within the novel, she stopped being aware of her surroundings until a big, strong hand grabbed her shoulder from behind. She stiffened, and swung a hammerfist to the molester behind her.

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