Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 289 Yes, It Was Her

Sadie closed the door and quickly exchanged clothes with the young woman.

Although the young woman's figure wasn't as impressive as hers, their heights were similar enough that the cocktail dress fit just right. Once Sadie slipped it on, the simple dress transformed into an emblem of elegance. To conceal her identity, Sadie donned a white lace mantilla veiling her face, leaving only her sparkling, clear eyes visible.

"You're amazing! No one will recognize you now!" the young woman exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

"Just wait here for me. I'll come replace you after the performance," Sadie instructed, handing her purse to the young woman. "Keep these safe for me."

"Got it." The young woman nodded vigorously. "By the way, my name's Serena, I study at Newark Music Conservatory. What's your name?"

"I'm Sadie." As she spoke, a knocking sound echoed from outside, followed by Vicky's angry bellow, "Why is this door locked? Serena, do you still want your job?"

Panic gripped Serena. "What should we do?" she whispered.

"Don't worry." Sadie swiftly tucked the first aid kit and Serena behind a folding screen, then stepped out with the sheet music in hand.

"What are you up to?" Vicky mistook Sadie for Serena. "Why are you wearing a veil? And your hand-can it still play?"

He noticed Sadie's uninjured hands, save for the faint scar on the back of her left hand.

"You..." Vicky was taken aback.

"I'm off to the stage," Sadie said, not giving her a chance to recover, and headed for the banquet hall with her music. "Wait, who are you? Don't mess this up," Vicky hastily followed.

By then, the violin performance had ended, and Sadie made her way onto the stage with the music score.

"Hey!" Vicky tried to follow, but as the spotlight hit, she stepped back, anxiously peering from the edge of the stage. Sadie bowed gracefully in front of the piano, then sat down and began playing "Rhapsody in Blue".

Soon, the guests were captivated, their attention entirely drawn to her.

Her fingers danced over the piano keys like sprites as if she was breathing life and soul into the piece.

The audience, a gathering of affluent and distinguished guests accustomed to world-class concerts, knew quality when they heard it. Initially, they only expected a college performance to serve as background music. Yet, they found themselves treated to a surprise masterful experience.

"Who's the pianist you found? She's incredible," a guest asked Vicky.

"Uh..." Vicky hesitated at first, then replied with a smile, "From the conservatory, indeed. What do you think?"

The cover of anonymity lent Sadie not just protection but also the window to astound an unsuspecting audience with her virtuosity.

"That was incredible," the guest exclaimed genuinely. "That was a world-class pianist performance right there!"

"Really? That good?" Vicky, a mere dabbler in music, was genuinely surprised by the praise. Looking around, she noticed that the other guests had ceased their mingling and turned to enjoy the piano recital on stage.

She couldn't help but sigh in relief, and a smile quickly spread across her face. 'It looks like it is a blessing in disguise! Whoever she is, as long as the performance goes smoothly, that is all that matters.'

Backstage, Serena heard the music and her furrowed brows relaxed. Now she could finally tend to her wounds with peace of mind.

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In the middle of the banquet hall, surrounded by people, Micah turned his head towards the stage.

Those masterful piano skills, those clear, expressive eyes-they were familiar!

He remembered Sadie playing behind a mask at the DTT Bar.

Back then, he hadn't recognized her, but she couldn't fool his eyes now.

His gaze fell upon her left hand, where the scar from Amelia's high heel still lingered, its healing not yet complete. 'Yeah, it has to be her!'