Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: A Blank Memory

Everyone mentally translated Logan’s words—

With such blatant bias and a complete lack of discernment, how could someone like this be a judge?

Grandma Perry sneered. "What a joke! Do you think we’re all deaf?"

Brody looked embarrassed, but he had no choice but to press on. "Mr. Reid, Madam, with all due respect, everyone here is an amateur and may not be able to judge properly. As a professional judge, I naturally analyze performances from multiple angles."

"And in this piece, Bella’s control was undeniably superior..."

Selina curved her lips into a faint smile. "Oh? Then perhaps Mr. Taylor can explain how Miss Hayes’ performance was superior? In terms of technique, my piece was more challenging. In terms of fluidity, I believe the entire audience can attest to what they just heard."

"You—" Brody’s face turned red. He struggled for an answer, but after a long pause, he failed to respond to Selina’s question. Frustrated, he lashed out in anger.

"Miss Clark, I am a disciple of Mr. Gavin Hill! Are you questioning my professional expertise?!"

Gavin!

The moment that name was spoken, the entire room fell silent.

He was the most celebrated pianist of the younger generation. At just twenty-three years old, he had already won every major piano award in the world. He was, without a doubt, the best.

And Brody was his student...

No one dared to refute him now.

Seeing their reverence and admiration, Brody’s confidence soared.

"Miss Clark, I acknowledge that you have some talent, but you should learn humility. Bella is your senior, someone who has dedicated years to rigorous practice. What’s so hard about admitting you lost?"

Selina blinked. "Is that so?"

"Of course."

Brody, now basking in his borrowed prestige, puffed up even more.

Gavin’s name truly worked wonders!

Feeling triumphant, Brody declared, "Since there are no objections, I officially announce the winner of this competition—Bella! Miss Clark, you may now apolo—"

"Bella wins? I disagree."

Before Brody could finish the word "apologize," a crisp male voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

Brody’s brows furrowed. Who dares interrupt me?

He turned, ready to reprimand the intruder—only for his face to change drastically the moment he saw who it was.

The entire room instinctively turned to look.

A tall, elegant figure stood against the light. The man wore pristine white gloves, exuding the effortless grace of nobility—his presence was impossible to ignore.

"Who is that...?"

"Did the lady of the house invite someone like him?"

"He looks familiar... I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before..."

The murmurs of curiosity quickly turned into gasps as someone suddenly shot up from their seat, eyes filled with astonishment.

"Gavin... That’s Gavin Hill! My god, Madam, you actually managed to invite Mr. Hill?!"

The entire hall fell into stunned silence.

Gavin?!

Even the Queen of Country Y had invited him to perform at a state banquet—and he had declined.

Yet now, he had appeared at Grandma Perry’s birthday banquet?!

"Wait... What did Gavin just say? Did anyone catch it?"

"He said... he doesn’t agree that Bella won."

Bella’s face drained of color in an instant.

Gavin curved his lips into a polite smile and offered a gentlemanly bow. "Madam, I apologize for arriving unannounced. If I’ve caused any inconvenience, I ask for your understanding."

Grandma Perry, of course, bore no grudge. "May I ask what brings Mr. Hill to my home?"

Gavin let out a helpless chuckle. "I’m here to take my mischievous little sister home."

The crowd exchanged puzzled glances.

Sister?

No one had ever heard of Gavin having a sister.

Was she from a branch of the Hill Family?

Who could be so lucky...?

Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly, while Selina’s throat tightened.

"However," Gavin continued, his voice suddenly cooling as he shifted his gaze to Brody, "before that, there’s something I need to clarify."

His piercing stare locked onto Brody.

"I listened to both performances just now. And you—" His voice was smooth, yet carried an unmistakable authority.

"You claim that Bella’s performance was superior?"

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Cold sweat trickled down Brody’s back. His lips trembled as he stammered, "Y-Yes... Teacher, I only thought Bella’s performance had more spirit, so..."

"What a joke!"