My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 243

At the far end of the corridor, Andrew Lane walked toward them with heavy, deliberate steps.

Emily Blair instinctively took a few steps back.

Arianna George immediately sensed something was wrong. A chill ran down her spine as she moved protectively in front of Emily, her voice low and steady. “Mr. Lane.”

Andrew Lane was even more intimidating than Alex White.

He was the primary sponsor of the Starlight Piano Competition—responsible for over ninety percent of the event’s funding. Virtually everything here, from the grand pianos to the lavish accommodations, was thanks to Andrew Lane’s generosity.

At the previous competition, the organizers had gone to great lengths to court him—endless pitches, presentation after presentation. But Andrew Lane hadn’t even agreed to meet them.

This year, everything changed when Isabella Austin signed up as a contestant. For the first time, Andrew Lane approached the organizers himself, offering to sponsor the entire event. The committee had nearly given up hope of ever getting his support; they couldn’t believe their luck when he reached out. They double-checked, triple-checked, convinced it had to be a mistake.

Andrew Lane was known for his uncompromising standards, and everyone who’d worked with him before knew just how demanding he could be. His sudden interest stunned the staff; they’d never seen anything like it.

His generosity was unmatched. For the first time, competitors were staying in a six-star hotel—something most of them would likely never experience again in their lives.

Andrew Lane’s position with the committee was untouchable.

Even Alex White and Arianna George had to tread carefully around him—let alone everyone else.

Standing before Andrew Lane, Arianna felt her confidence draining away.

Everyone who’d been about to leave stopped in their tracks when they saw him approaching. They kept their distance, watching timidly from the sidelines.

Andrew Lane stopped less than a yard from Arianna.

But his eyes weren’t on her; they were fixed on Emily.

The tension in the air was almost tangible—so thick even a fool could sense it.

But everyone at the event had been told, over and over, to take special care of Andrew Lane, to keep him happy at all costs.

Arianna’s palms were slick with sweat. “Mr. Lane, is there something we can help you with?”

“Ms. George.”

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