Chapter 458 A Renowned Pianist

It was a hot summer night.

The concert hall was packed with reporters and journalists. To ensure that the concert would go smoothly, more than two hundred officers were sent to the area to maintain public order. It was one of the most famous concerts that City A had held in years. Even the chief pianist of Vienna's band didn't attract a crowd this large.

The dresser was very busy accessorizing Mandy backstage. Next to her sat a handsome and gentle man in a blue suit. Smiling, he observed the woman beside him.

In the past few years, Colin had been Mandy's greatest cheerleader. During her disappearance, he had founded the YC Group. Mandy and he also married while they were in the United States. They even had a beautiful and lovely daughter.

"Mand, you're so beautiful," he praised. There were so many incredible women in the world, but he only had eyes for Mandy.

"Thank you." She smiled. The dresser went over to apply her lipstick. Although three years had passed, she still looked the same, but her temperament had matured. Her eyes were as clear as the skies, and people found themselves unable to look away.

Once the make-up artist was finished, Mandy stood up and turned around in front of her full-length mirror. She was like a fairy that popped out of a storybook. The purple strapless dress wrapped around her breasts, exposing her cleavage just enough to attract everyone's attention. The dress was backless as well, exposing her smooth and milky skin. The ruffles under her skirts added innocence to her overall look.

The make-up artist stepped in to spr

t. Without her knowledge, Colin would help her sign up for many competitions. After standing out in almost every competition she joined, she finally garnered attention from the public. One of her quirks was how she always wore a hat over her face. People continually guessed at who she might be. Her fans believed she must've been a special goddess who came to play for them, while others believed that she was just a woman holding many stories.

Music can truly tell a story, but the goodness of the story depended on the player. Different pianists conveyed different feelings, given the variety of their skills.

Every one of Mackie's pieces told a story. At her concert, it was normal for people to weep from being deeply moved by her music. Although no one knew who she was, they all felt as if they knew her through her music.

Raising her hemline, Mandy walked to the stage elegantly. The grey hat and a matching veil covered her face, adding more to the mysterious effect. The previously noisy hall turned silent as everyone gazed at the pianist.