Chapter 92 Miss Fox

• Since when did Thomas turn into such a softie? This is nothing like the cold, untouchable Thomas I know. Michael narrowed his eyes, increasingly suspicious of him.
• As the host wrapped up their speech on stage, the lights began to dim. Gradually, a platform rose, revealing Thomas and Seraphina as they appeared together. A spotlight focused on a sleek black piano, where a girl sat, radiating with a fiery glow. Her silver fox mask added an aura of mystery and elegance, making her seem almost untouchable.
• The first piano notes floated into the air, soft and fluid, like ripples spreading across a still lake. The gentle melody filled the arena, quieting the crowd as they were drawn into its soothing rhythm.