Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 378: Chapter 378 I Like Reserved People_1

“It’s quite a coincidence, Brother Dragon really is a noble man, I must thank you properly.”

Sitting on the piano bench, Bran Cook gritted his teeth as he spoke.

When he said the words ‘thank you,’ they seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

“Come on, let’s give Bran Cook a warm round of applause to welcome his performance for us!”

Julius Reed led the applause, and the others followed suit.

After all, Bran Cook’s playing just now wasn’t half bad.

Although it was far from Julius Reed’s level.

“I’ll be making a fool of myself.”

Bran Cook took a deep breath and continued to play with determination.

Before even five seconds had passed, everyone began to frown.

This wasn’t music, it was noise!

The sound fluctuated wildly, and the rhythm was all over the place; it was completely haphazard.

But that was Bran Cook, so everyone had to endure. Some even pretended to be entranced by the music, closing their eyes and nodding their heads, even though they felt like throwing up inside.

With Julius Reed’s previous piece as a backdrop, Bran Cook’s flaws were now glaringly exposed!

Even Itai Huntington couldn’t help but frown, feeling somewhat disturbed.

Meanwhile, a question arose in everyone’s mind: What was going on with Bran Cook’s earlier performance?

Judging from now, he was clearly an amateur. How could he possibly have played at a master’s level?

But no one dared to say this aloud, unless they no longer wanted to be part of the scene in Gonzalez City.

Three minutes later, Bran Cook, drenched in sweat, took a long breath and managed to squeeze out a faint smile: “I’ve made a fool of myself.”

Relief was evident on everyone’s faces.

“Bran Cook’s piece is unparalleled through the ages; even by today’s standards, it’s at the level of a top master!”

“I really wish it could have gone on a few minutes longer; then my life would not have been lived in vain!”

“Isn’t that the truth? I’ve heard many people play the piano, but only Bran Cook truly merges with the instrument in perfect harmony. Amazing! Truly amazing!”

The rich second-generation kids of Gonzalez City collectively heaped praises, each outdoing the others in the art of flattery and sycophancy.

A piece of noise had been transformed into a masterpiece.

“You flatter me, Cook is merely a beginner and has only grazed the surface,” Bran Cook said with an embarrassed face, fully aware that these people were merely flattering him.

But this was better, saving him from losing face.

Just then, a piano piece suddenly began to play at the gathering.

Everyone was startled at first, then realized that this was the very piece Bran Cook had just played.

But the piano was here, and no one was playing—where was the sound coming from?

The crowd quickly parted, all turning towards the source of the sound.

They saw Julius Reed standing next to a stereo speaker, fiddling with something.

Noticing people looking his way, he turned around and clapped his hands: “Bran Cook has got some great stuff here! It sounds just like the real thing. This speaker must have cost hundreds of thousands, doesn’t it?”

With that said, everyone suddenly understood.

The huge contrast in Bran Cook’s performances was because the first time was pretense!

But no one dared to voice it, choosing instead to remain silent.

Caught in Julius Reed’s trap, Bran Cook wished he could flay him alive, but with so many people watching, he had to awkwardly explain: “This equipment, I bought it from abroad to add some atmosphere to the gathering.”

“Ah! So that’s what it was. But the sound quality is really impressive, just like hearing someone play live. If Bran Cook weren’t such a stand-up guy, I’d suspect you were faking it!” Julius Reed squatted beside the speaker, scrutinizing it while sighing, “It’s really great! It must be nice to be rich!”

He brazenly brought up the matter of the fake bullet, causing everyone to break out in a cold sweat for Julius Reed.

Bran Cook’s mouth twitched, filled with the urge to kill.

“Let’s continue, people! Why are you all looking at me?” Julius Reed stood up and walked over to the piano, noticing a bouquet of roses on it.

“Is Bran Cook planning to propose to the woman he loves?” Julius Reed sniffed lightly, “Fresh, real flowers.”

His series of reckless actions sent shivers of horror through the onlookers.

He was seriously offending Bran Cook to death!

If you offend Bran Cook, could you even think of leaving Gonzalez City alive?

Now with the downfall of the Brandon Family and the tragic death of Jaxen Brandon, the title of number one young master of Gonzalez City naturally fell onto Bran Cook.

His return to Gonzalez City was to take over Quella Radcliffe and to establish his authority, securing the title of top bachelor in Gonzalez City.

Nobody dislikes a title of honor.

Moreover, Gonzalez City is a coastal city with vast commercial potential.

Bran Cook had already discussed with many prominent families in the capital to set up a major corporation here, injecting tens of billions in capital.

Now, there was this audacious nobody jumping around, ceaselessly provoking Bran Cook—wasn’t this a death wish?

Yet, because Itai Huntington was present, Bran Cook didn’t make a scene.

“They are real flowers, indeed meant for a girl I fancy,” Bran Cook said, glancing at Quella Radcliffe with a faint smile, “It’s just that perhaps she isn’t ready yet.”

A perfectly fine confession was reduced to shreds by Julius Reed, who had also stolen the spotlight.

How could he continue, how could he confess?

Any hint of romance was gone, instead, awkwardness scattered everywhere.

“Wow! Such a successful man as Bran Cook wouldn’t have any woman out of reach, would he?” Julius Reed feigned surprise, exclaiming, “Rich people are different, turning even the simplest of things complex.”

He turned and picked up the bouquet of roses from the table, glancing around, “Let’s see which lady will be lucky enough today to receive a rose from me.”

“Pah! Shameless!”

“Absolutely, how can there be someone so utterly brazen in this world?”

“I don’t mind at all. If he dares to offer me one, I’ll gladly accept it. After all, he’s not bad-looking, clean and neat, and plays the piano well, much better than those hypocritical men.”

“Indeed, I like this straightforwardness too.”

Regarding Julius Reed’s words, those present had two attitudes.

The men cursed, while the women praised him.

“Brother Dragon sure is confident!” Bran Cook said coldly, and as he glanced over the women present, all of them fell silent.

That was exactly the effect he wanted—if Julius Reed sent out roses that nobody wanted, that would be the real embarrassment!

“I’ve really never seen such a shameless person before!” Itai Huntington leaned slightly forward, her face breaking into a smile filled with emotion, “If you give it to me, I wouldn’t mind accepting it!”

Her words once again made Bran Cook grind his teeth in fury.

Yet, Itai Huntington was someone he couldn’t afford to offend; the woman who made Gonzalez City tremble in fear had suddenly returned after half a year away, and nobody knew her intentions.

But over the years, those who dared to oppose Itai Huntington all met with terrible fates.

“Sister, you’re too bold, not demure at all. I don’t like that,” Julius Reed said helplessly.

As he finished, everyone was dumbfounded.

That was Itai Huntington he was talking to—was he suicidal?

Bran Cook rarely showed a smile, thinking this really was courting death!

Itai Huntington was first stunned, then quickly regained her smile, “But sister likes you.”

“Sorry, I prefer modesty.” Julius Reed turned around, looked at Quella Radcliffe sitting on the couch, and slowly walked over, “Congratulations, you’re indeed fortunate to have won my pursuit.”

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