Ella looked at Madame Linda's bright smiling face, took a deep breath, and lowered her head.

"Hey, don't be shy! Go and let's listen to your repertoire." Madame Linda was still smiling, as if what happened in the lounge didn't exist at all.

Ella could only lower her head and follow Dylan's footsteps and push it aside. At the moment Dylan released her hands, she quickly ran to the performance area and strode to her own harp.

Colleagues looked at her with different eyes. Some people cast envious glances at her, some people look at her suspiciously, some people look at her thoughtfully, and more people's eyes are full of jealousy and surprise. But at this moment, she has no time to care about other people's eyes. She glanced at the conductor and knelt gently beside the harp.

Ella took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and prepared to concentrate on playing. She nodded, then the conductor got up, and then when his baton danced, Ella's fingers hooked on the strings.

A "Canon", the harp is the lead, and the music is gentle and melodious, like the stars talking and chanting, like the birds singing and dancing, the beauty of this moment covers all the guesses, only the music calms everything... …

However, just 100 meters away from the castle hall where the reception was held, an elongated Lincoln parked quietly beside a box truck with the characters "Frozen Preservation" sprayed.

Inside the box car, it is divided into two areas. In the front area, several monitors are frequently switching the screen. Three people in black with headsets are carefully watching every move on the screen.

There are two people in the back area, a woman is sitting upright on a horse and recording in a notebook, and the other man is reclining on the beanbag. The five windows on the monitor in front of him are playing all the pictures. It was the surveillance in the lounge of the reception, and at the moment his screen was focusing on the scene of Ella struggling with Dylan.

"He's so shameless!" The woman said indignantly: "Fortunately, someone found her out, otherwise this woman will definitely be harmed!"

"Really?" The man chuckled lightly: "I don't think so!" He said and stood up from the beanbag: "Investigate all the background and information of this woman, I want all the information about her tonight."

"Yes sir!" The woman agreed, recorded it immediately, and said, "Sir, do you suspect that there is something wrong with this woman?"

The man fiddled with his hair: "Eva, look at the surveillance again. If you haven't seen the clues this time, I think it's necessary for you to go back and study again."

The dark light of the box car made it impossible for the woman to see the man's face, but at the moment she was cautious and nervous. After the man finished speaking, he bent over and left the box car, and sat on the extended Lincoln parked aside. After a while, the lengthened Lincoln drove towards the castle where the reception was being held.

When the car stopped at the gate of the castle, and the waiter stepped forward to open the door, a man in a white suit walked out gracefully.

"Mr. Herman, you are here!" Beck turned his head and saw the people getting out of the car, and immediately walked up to him: "If you are willing to attend this party, Madame Linda will be very happy."

The man smiled lightly, and his amber eyes looked very deep: "I don't care whether Madame Linda is happy or not, I only care about the color plate. I hope it won't disappoint me!"

"I see!" Beck said and hurriedly opened the door for him. When he was welcomed in, Beck quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the button: "Madame, Mr. Herman is coming!"