Lately, Alexander had been assisting Victoria in her search for Celeste.

"If we can find Celeste and secure her as your exclusive composer, Victoria, your concerts will be legendary. With her reputation, there’s no ceiling to what you could accomplish."

Victoria wanted to find Celeste just as desperately. "But no one knows her true identity. It’s like chasing a ghost."

Just then, Alexander’s voice cut through her thoughts, calm and assured.

"I’ll have someone locate her."

Victoria’s eyes lit up at his words, the weight on her shoulders lifting slightly.

"You really think you can find her?"

Alexander nodded. "Dominic is exceptional at tracking people down. If anyone can do it, he can. Leave it to me."

Victoria hesitated. "But even if we find her, she might refuse. I’ve heard she’s turned down massive offers before—people offering fortunes just for a single composition."

"She’ll agree." Alexander’s tone left no room for doubt. "Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle everything."

Nathan chimed in, "Victoria, relax. If Alex says it’s done, it’s done."

Finally, Victoria allowed herself a small, trusting smile. "Alright. I’ll leave it to you, Alex."

Sunlight streamed through the tall studio windows, painting the floor in golden hues.

Amy stood in the center of Celestial Melodies, her violin resting against her shoulder as she played.

The door swung open, and Samantha marched in, clutching takeout bags, her expression stormy.

Noticing her friend’s mood, Amy lowered her violin. "What’s wrong?"

Samantha exhaled sharply. "Just got off the phone with the landlord. Out of nowhere, he wants us out—even offered to pay the lease termination fee. Can you believe it? We poured everything into this place. Benjamin and I renovated every inch ourselves. And we signed a five-year contract! They can’t just back out on a whim."

The compensation was generous, but Amy and Benjamin’s concert was approaching. Every detail in the studio—the walls, the floors, even the chandelier—had been carefully chosen by Amy. She wasn’t about to let it go without a fight.

Amy frowned. "Do you think someone else wants the space?"

Samantha scoffed. "Who cares? I told them no. The lease is ours—they can’t take it back."

Then, as if remembering something important, Samantha’s expression turned serious.

"Oh, right—Celeste, there’s something else."

"What is it?"

"Someone reached out with an offer. They want you as their exclusive composer."

Normally, Samantha would’ve dismissed such requests immediately. But this time, she hesitated.

She lowered her voice. "At first, I was going to turn them down automatically. But the offer… it’s insane. So I thought I should check with you."

Amy raised an eyebrow. "How insane?"

"A hundred million," Samantha said.

Amy blinked. "Excuse me?"

Samantha repeated slowly, "One. Hundred. Million."

For a moment, Amy was speechless.

It was an astronomical sum.

But only for a moment. Then she shook her head. "They’re only offering that because of my reputation. If their career tanks, mine goes down with them. It’s not worth the risk."

Samantha considered this and nodded. With Amy’s talent, earning a hundred million was inevitable—no need to gamble her name.

"Alright," Samantha said, still dazed. "I’ll let them know."