Chapter: 1186

"She's the woman who wears a mask."

Understanding dawned on Matteo. "Ah, she left a while ago. Your mother and I saw her go as soon as we arrived."

Joanna and Susanna's faces fell with disappointment; they were so close to confirming Nora's identity.

“Are you curious about her?" Matteo inquired.

Both nodded earnestly.

“I just overheard from the staff that aside from her agent, no one has seen her face. She's quite the enigma. Her face remains a secret to all but a few."

Matteo seemed credible; he had been standing here for a while, inadvertently catching snippets of conversation from the bustling staff.

"Nora Moon is also known as the Golden Pianist," Matteo continued.

"She's gained significant popularity online in just a few months and already has a substantial fan base."

Joanna considered that it was the golden mask that enhanced Nora's mysterious allure, along with her intriguing nickname.

"What else?" Susanna inquired.

Matteo gave a helpless shrug. "That's all I heard," he admitted.

He was disinterested in the gossip, merely repeating what had come his way.

Checking the competition schedule on her phone, Joanna noted that Nora and Nancy were set to perform on the same day.

She had previously arranged with Susanna to attend the event tomorrow.

In their view, Nancy wasn't the focal point; Nora was the key attraction.

Joanna and Susanna didn't concern themselves with why Nora chose to wear a mask to hide her face, assuming that everyone had their own personal reasons.

Their objective was clear: to ask Nora to remove her mask, though they acknowledged it might be somewhat inappropriate.

Thus, in the evening, Susanna resolved to convince her brother.

“Sean, consider the names-Nora and Norah. Perhaps there's a link! Most importantly, look at her half-concealed face. Doesn't it resemble Norah's? Joanna and I are on the same page. I wouldn't deceive you. This is an ideal opportunity to find out. Aren't you curious?"

Inside Sean's room, Susanna persisted, but Sean remained engrossed in his work.

Work was his refuge, much like alcohol.

Though fond of drinking, Sean disliked becoming intoxicated. He even had a Mind Clearing Pill from Norah, which he was reluctant to use.

“Enough, Susanna," Sean retorted, his expression stern.