Chapter 212

From the outside, it was difficult to believe that such a lowborn place was the birthplace of Musx, a revered and renowned international brand of musical instruments. Stella wasn't sure if it was psychological, but as she came in, everything around her seemed so sacred. From the outside, nothing looked unusual. The building materials were half wood and half cement, devoid of any sense of design. Undoubtedly, it looked a bit nondescript. As they walked through the gate, they saw a few apprentices grinding wood in the yard. Musx’s founder was now an elderly man with a peculiar temper. He accepted apprentices, but he had strict standards, requiring them to complete all of the steps without the assistance of others. So, when anyone entered, their eyes would be feasted on the sight of an army of apprentices doing laborious work. The minute Weston and Stella walked in, a woman in a dress came to welcome them. “Mr. Ford, Mr. Kennedy is resting inside. Please follow me.” She was an ol