Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 181: Walls Have Ears

"What’s wrong?" Claire Hale leaned over. When she saw Cecilia Nathan’s photo, her jaw dropped, and she cursed out loud, "Holy crap, it’s our TA, Cecilia Nathan!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"What’s wrong with you guys? You all look like you just ate shit." The other girls teased them.

"It’s more shocking than eating shit." Tia Bennett closed her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. "That Selina Nathan was actually our TA..."

"For real?" The other girls were surprised too. "Didn’t you say that TA was awful? And that she didn’t get along with your best friend, that she was really calculating?"

"No, no, no, it was all a misunderstanding!" Tia Bennett frantically waved her hands, rushing to explain. "We were biased back then, but TA Cecilia is actually really talented. Back then... we were just too immature."

"Yeah, we couldn’t really tell right from wrong back then. We just blindly took our friend’s side. But actually, her violin skills are incredible, and she can even compose her own music. She’s really amazing." Claire Hale quickly changed her tune as well.

Tia Bennett and Claire Hale exchanged a look, then both tacitly looked away.

Back then, they didn’t know Cecilia Nathan’s identity. Now that they knew she was Selina Nathan, how would they dare to offend her?

Everyone in the room worked in media, so they understood Claire Hale and Tia Bennett’s worries and tactfully stopped asking questions.

"Oh, right, you just said she can also compose. Has she composed any famous pieces?"

"Of course! There’s one piece that my friend learned just a little bit of, and she nearly won Damian Hawthorne’s favor. You know Damian Hawthorne, right? The head of the Hawthorne Family." To save face, Claire Hale had to quickly bring up Damian Hawthorne.

Tia Bennett quickly tugged on Claire Hale’s sleeve and whispered, "Didn’t Serena say not to talk about this? Be careful, the walls have ears. This could get out."

"Hey, don’t worry. There’s no one next door, and no one cares about this stuff anyway." Claire Hale was unconcerned. "The private rooms in this bar are so expensive, not many people can afford them."

Besides, if they hadn’t used Serena Hughes’s high-level VIP card this time, they wouldn’t have even gotten in.

She had already checked the room next door when she came in; it was empty.

"What kind of piece could win Damian Hawthorne’s favor?" Someone suddenly grew curious about the song.

"It’s a piece called ’Eye of Love,’ an original violin composition. You also know the person who wrote it. Anyway, my best friend accidentally got her hands on the sheet music and played it once, and just that one time was enough for Damian Hawthorne to take notice of her. He was even planning to get her on a show to launch her career! But my friend is a rich kid herself and is getting ready to take over her family’s business, so she’s not interested in that stuff. Otherwise, she would’ve already made it big."

After Claire Hale finished her proud boasting, the other media friends instantly guessed what was going on.

"Your friend is Serena Hughes, right? No wonder Damian Hawthorne was so crazy about her a while back. So it was just because of this piece?"

Tia Bennett gave an awkward laugh, and Claire Hale coughed before saying, "Well, we don’t really know the details. It’s their relationship, and we’re not a part of it. Who knows what all the twists and turns are?"

"So who’s the original composer of this piece?"

"It’s someone you all know." Tia Bennett was being deliberately mysterious. "The woman we were just talking about—Linden Nathan’s daughter, our TA Cecilia Nathan."

"Oh my god, does Damian Hawthorne know this?" the person asked, covering their mouth in shock. "If the original composer is Cecilia Nathan, how could Damian Hawthorne not know?"

Tia Bennett’s eyelid twitched, and a sudden chill ran down her spine.

She glanced behind her but only saw the door to the adjacent private room.

’The room next door... it should be empty, right?’

Inside a private room at the bar.

Hugo Grant put down his wine glass, his expression thoughtful as he watched Damian Hawthorne walk toward him.

"Hear any key information?"

Damian Hawthorne had just stepped out to take a call.

Hugo Grant recalled what Tia Bennett had said in the next room. A glint flickered in his gentle eyes as he replied in a mild tone, "If you’re so curious, why didn’t you listen yourself?"

That phone call had come at the perfect time.

If not for that call, Damian Hawthorne would have probably already learned the truth about the composer.

"Damian, was ’Eye of Love’ written by May Rhodes?" Hugo Grant asked.

"Yes. Luna told me herself back then. I also had people look into it. There’s no information about the piece online, so it is indeed her personal work." Damian Hawthorne’s gaze grew increasingly gentle as he remembered the scene of May Rhodes describing the piece to him. "Hugo, I’ve always felt that the time I was blind was like a dream..."

"The dream ended, and Luna disappeared."

Hugo Grant remained silent. His expression tensed as he thought about what Tia Bennett had just said.

After an unknown amount of time, Hugo Grant glanced toward the next room and said softly, "Damian, there are two people next door who know Serena Hughes. Perhaps they have the answer you’re looking for."

In their private room, Tia Bennett and Claire Hale said goodbye to their friends and stumbled out, holding onto each other for support.

It was already dark outside, but the bar was still ablaze with lights. On the dance floor, people moved tirelessly, letting themselves go completely.

Suddenly, a hand blocked Tia Bennett and Claire Hale’s path.

The hand was long and pale, with well-defined knuckles. Tia Bennett thought it was some guy trying to hit on them and was about to get a good look at his face, but she jumped in fright when she saw who it was.

"Mr... Mr. Hawthorne..."

Claire Hale, drunk, glanced at her friend. "Tia, what are you babbling about? Are you crazy? Why would some rich heir be here..."

"Claire, it’s Damian Hawthorne!" Tia Bennett lowered her voice and urgently reminded her.

"What?" Claire Hale was jolted sober. Her eyes widened as she stared at the man in front of her. When she saw Damian Hawthorne’s handsome face, the alcohol seemed to vanish. "Mr... Mr. Hawthorne, what are you doing here?"

After speaking, Claire Hale subconsciously glanced at the open door of the private room next to them, where Hugo Grant was sitting with a smile in his eyes.

"You... you were... in there the whole time?" Tia Bennett’s voice trembled, her heart filled with panic.

’They couldn’t have heard everything we were saying next door, could they?’

"Tell me everything you know. About Serena Hughes, Cecilia Nathan, and May Rhodes. Don’t leave out a single word. Otherwise..." Damian Hawthorne gave a wicked smile. "You should know what I’m capable of."

Damian Hawthorne’s voice was ice-cold, and the color drained from Claire Hale’s and Tia Bennett’s faces.

"Mr. Hawthorne... what do you want to know?"

"What were you just talking about?" Damian Hawthorne knew Hugo Grant. Since he’d pointed out that the people in the next room knew the answer, it meant they had just revealed some key information.

As for what it was, he couldn’t just directly force it out of him.

"We were just talking about our TA, Cecilia Nathan, and that piece, ’Eye of Love.’"

While Claire Hale was still hesitating, Tia Bennett had already confessed frankly.

She knew that the people in the room next door had probably heard every word they’d said.

It wasn’t worth offending Damian Hawthorne over something so minor. Besides, Serena hadn’t explicitly warned them not to talk about it.