Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 95: True Masters Hide Their Talents

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: True Masters Hide Their Talents
Her favorite in her youth?
Did she chase celebrities?
And it’s a bunch of old men she was after!
Damon Hawke frowned, his gaze sweeping over the musicians on stage, eyes deep and contemplative.
This band is an old one, a bit past their prime.
The average age of the men in the band is nearly forty.
So, she likes the older type?
Does she fantasize about limitless pampering?
Damon pondered, turning to look for Craig Landers.
The woman he had his eye on couldn’t be attracted to other men.
But, where was Craig Landers?
At this moment, in the restroom.
Leia Quinn, pinned against the wall by Craig Landers, had her hands on his chest, eyes wide.
"Mr. Landers, what do you think you’re doing?"
Why did this peacock follow her to the restroom?
"Dr. Quinn, do you seem to dislike me? I want to have a deep discussion with you."
Craig Landers had his hands braced against the wall, trapping Leia Quinn, his narrow, enchanting eyes gleaming.
"Mr. Landers, it’s important to have self-awareness, please step aside!"
Leia Quinn glared at him, "You should know I’m not that kind of woman. If you’re trying to flirt, those young models and internet celebrities outside are a dime a dozen."
"And which kind of woman are you? A flat-chested tomboy? Heartbroken by a jerk, so you’re turning into a lesbian?"
Craig Landers looked her up and down with a teasing remark.
"You!"
Leia Quinn’s expression shifted, she lifted her foot and stomped hard.
Hiss!
Craig Landers winced in pain, his handsome brow furrowing tightly.
Leia Quinn took the opportunity to shove him away, "Craig Landers, stay away from me, or I won’t mind making your secrets public."
Damn man, what did she ever do to provoke him?
Why did he have to poke at her sore spot?
Watching Leia Quinn storm off angrily, Craig Landers steadied himself against the wall and shook his long legs.
Looks like his charm was waning.
Why couldn’t he handle this little fiery pepper?
In the private booth, Elara Don stood by the railing, her eyes bright, humming along to the band’s performance.
She looked so excited, as if she couldn’t wait to rush onto the stage to offer flowers and hugs.
Damon Hawke leaned back on the sofa, took a big gulp of his drink, and stared coolly at the woman’s back.
At this moment, Leia Quinn and Craig Landers returned one after the other.
Leia Quinn’s face looked a bit off, but by the time she reached Elara Don, she had collected all her emotions and joined in watching.
Craig Landers plopped down next to Damon Hawke and poured himself a drink.
"Compensate for my pants."
Craig Landers clinked glasses with Damon Hawke, speaking unceremoniously.
Damon’s gaze remained on Elara Don, "Hm, do one more thing for me, and I’ll give you ten pairs of pants."
"Ha? Then I want half a year’s worth of pants, a different pair each day."
"I’ll draw little animals on your pants each day."
"Childish."
"You’re the childish one."
"Tsk! So what do you want me to do?"
Craig Landers bantered a bit, then curiously asked.
Damon was silent, just directing his gaze at the band bowing on stage.
Was someone planning to take the stage to perform?
Craig Landers raised an eyebrow with a look of intrigue.
"Tom, thanks to someone’s favor today, the audience has a treat for their ears."
Back in the day, Damon Hawke had formed a band for a woman.
It’s just a pity...
"Wow, that was amazing! The BY Band is still on fire! Kiki, I really want to go ask for their autograph."
Elara Don finished watching the band’s performance, looking as if she hadn’t gotten enough.
"Need a mirror? See if you look like a fool grinning like that now?"
Damon downed a drink and scoffed.
"Tsk, if you’ve got no skills, don’t stealthily mock others here."
Elara Don pouted in dissatisfaction and sat down to eat a piece of fruit.
"Elly, a real person doesn’t show off, and if they do, they’re not real!"
Craig Landers had already made arrangements, "Do you want to see Tom show off a skill?"
Elara Don: "..."
Someone was going to perform?
"What can he do? Best not, I’m afraid he’ll make a fool of himself in front of so many people."
Elara Don shook her head, worried someone was being too reckless.
"Underestimating who?"
Damon stood up, looking down at Elara Don with an air of dominance.
Elara Don blinked, watching Damon head to the stage, quickly asking, "Mr. Landers, what’s he going to do?"
"Naturally, to captivate your eyes!"
Craig Landers grinned charmingly, with a hint of wanderlust in his gaze, "Tom is a master at playing instruments. He even formed a band back in the day and enchanted countless women."
It’s a pity, his eyes were only for one.
And that one, did not only have eyes for him.
Is he really that amazing?
Elara Don was curious, "So what happened after?"
"After that, something happened, and the band disbanded. Then, he obediently followed me."
Craig Landers’ eyes flickered, taking a large gulp of his drink, speaking half-seriously and half-jokingly.
Elara Don was still pondering what had happened to the band when she heard the sound of a guitar from the center of the stage.
Immediately, her gaze drifted over.
In the center of the stage, a man stood bathed in light, his tall figure exuding a natural aura of dominance.
The clear and delightful guitar melody flowed elegantly, blended with the band’s other accompaniment, instantly igniting the atmosphere on stage.
He suddenly looked in Elara Don’s direction, then began to sing.
The man’s voice was rich, his wide vocal range allowing him to freely navigate through the notes.
The powerful high notes, the deep low notes, he handled flawlessly.
The audience below was in a frenzy, with people already starting to dance along.
Elara Don stared in a daze, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.
"Wow, this is so good! I didn’t expect Thomas King to have a talent for singing! His voice is on par with any star!"
Leia Quinn couldn’t help but praise.
Yes, yes, just like that!
She couldn’t help wanting to applaud him!
Elara Don listened, utterly captivated, nodding like a little chick pecking at grain.
"So, one shouldn’t judge by appearances, Dr. Quinn, don’t you agree?"
Craig Landers offered a piece of watermelon to Leia Quinn, speaking with deep meaning.
Was he suggesting she shouldn’t judge him harshly?
If only he’d stay away from her, she couldn’t be bothered to give him another glance.
Leia Quinn forced a smile, pushing his hand away, "Thanks, I don’t eat cold things."
"As expected of a doctor, always health-conscious. How about I get you a hot drink?"
Without waiting for permission, Craig Landers signaled to a passing waiter.
Leia Quinn opened her mouth to refuse, but eventually she couldn’t be bothered to speak, letting Craig Landers do as he pleased.
Soon after, Elena Soo brought over a hot beverage.
"Mr. Landers, your hot drink."
"Mm."
Craig Landers took the hot drink and handed it to Leia Quinn, "Here."
So, this man used his considerate ways to make those swooning women sing his praises?
Leia Quinn stared at the hot drink before her, silently criticizing him in her mind.
"What are you looking at? Don’t worry, I’m not so despicable as to spike it with anything."
Craig Landers’ enchanting eyes lifted, "I’m waiting for someone’s little frame to develop a bit more."
"Craig Landers, do you believe that if you say one more word, I’ll throw this drink in your face?"
"Tsk, Dr. Quinn, being too fierce doesn’t make you cute."
"..."
Listening to the two bicker, Elena Soo’s lips curled into a smile.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket; she stepped aside and took a glance at the screen.
Raising her gaze, it landed on Elara Don, who was watching the stage intently, a complex and conflicted look in her eyes.