Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393

“Mr. Biggs… should we start looking for another composer?” Simon asked carefully.

Carter said decisively, “No. Find out where Star is. I’ll talk to her myself.”

Simon stiffened, startled. “Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.”

In the studio, Sharon stood by the window, her fingers coaxing music from her violin.

It was a new piece that she had planned to use as the opening for her next concert.

The melody was gentle. It lingered in the air, weaving itself into the soft glow of sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains.

Standing there, framed by that light, she looked like a painting.

As the final note faded, a crisp sound broke the quiet. Applause.

She turned her head. Julliard stood at the doorway, smiling.

“Julliard… when did you get here?”

Before he could answer, Wendy spoke up from beside him. “He showed up just after you started playing. Told me not to

interrupt you.”

Sharon smiled. Last night, over dinner, Julliard had mentioned wanting to visit her studio.

Lately, she spent most of her days here, practicing. The location wasn’t exactly a secret. Soon enough, she’d have to open it up. for business anyway, so she agreed.

She just hadn’t expected him to show up so soon.

Julliard complimented, “It was beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Sharon turned to Wendy. “I’ve got some interviews lined up. Can you help handle them for now? I’ll show Julliard around first.”

Wendy nodded. “Sure. Go ahead.”

Sharon led Julliard through the space.

The studio had originally been leased by John before her divorce as part of their plan to build an independent team.

It was massive. Roughly eight hundred square meters spread across three floors-an auditorium, practice rooms, and offices.

She had only taken one floor for now, borrowing it temporarily from John. The rent and renovations alone were far beyond what her savings could cover. She was, essentially, running it on credit. She would pay it back later, somehow.

She walked him through her floor first, then the other two.

By the time the tour ended, they returned to where Wendy was waiting.

Julliard trailed behind her, eyes never leaving her figure. His gaze, always warm and composed, now carried something else- something burning quietly beneath the surface.

But Sharon didn’t notice.

Wendy handed her a stack of printed résumés.

“Sharon, these candidates look pretty solid. Take a look. Let me know who you want to interview.”

A concert couldn’t happen with just her and John. John had his own team, but she was starting from zero, alone.

Aside from Wendy, her manager, she needed to recruit a pianist and a few violinists for ensemble pieces. It wasn’t something she could delay.

Just as she began flipping through the résumés, Wendy’s phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID, her brows knitting instantly. Without a word, she rejected the call. 17

A few seconds later, it rang again.

This time, she sighed and shut the phone off entirely.

Sharon glanced over. “Who was it?”

“Simon. Again.” Wendy rolled her eyes, clearly irritated. “I’ve already rejected him more times than I can count, but he just won’t give up. He calls every single day. I swear, I’m going to have to shut this number down.”

Sharon’s voice stayed calm. “It’s normal. Anything that involves Kelly… Carter will always treat it like top priority.”

Wendy snorted. “I’ll change my number tomorrow. Let’s see how long they keep trying after that.”

Before Sharon could reply, a soft knock came at the studio door.

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