Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

Chapter 404
Mia chose to practice a new piece. As a result of her unfamiliarity, she played at a slow pace and
fumbled over the notes.
Outside, Maya searched the building with mounting desperation, checking each floor in a frantic attempt to locate the planist
whose music she had just heard moments ago.
However, it was the end of the class, and many students were engaged in piano practice, making it challenging for Maya to
pinpoint the specific pianist she was searching for.
After scouring the area, Maya decided to resort to adding the senior students on WhatsApp. She planned
to investigate their backgrounds at a later time..
Identifying whether any of them were orphans would be a straightforward task.
Exhausted and panting heavily, Maya couldn’t ignore the unfamiliar piano melody resonating from a
nearby classroom. Pushing open the door, she discovered Mia seated at the piano.
In that instant, Maya froze.
As the door creaked open, Mia turned to find Maya standing in the doorway. She seemed somewhat disheveled, drenched in
sweat with strands of hair clinging to her scalp.
Leaning against the door, Maya paused to catch her breath, a cold smirk playing on her lips.
“Trying to sneak in some practice, huh? With your current abilities, even a year of practice wouldn’t
suffice. You might as well give up.” Maya taunted.

Recognizing Mia, Maya deduced that Mia must have been motivated to practice the piano after hearing
Anthony’s comments from the previous day.
However, having just heard Mia’s lackluster performance moments ago, Maya was certain that Mia’s
skills were no match for her own.
Maya was confident that during the performance, Mia would embarrass herself, allowing Maya to
effortlessly overshadow her.
Without lingering any longer, Maya turned and headed toward another classroom, eager to swiftly locate everyone present and
identify the pianist from earlier.
Mia remained unfazed by Maya’s words, directing her concentration to her practice. She knew there was
ample time for improvement.
Upon completing her search of the academic building, Maya realized she had obtained the contact information of over a hundred
people.
Taking a breather on the stairs, she quickly dialed Blake, requesting, “Could you please help me conduct
background checks on these people?”
If Maya were to locate the true heiress of the Lane family, she’d undoubtedly need to devise a plan to prevent her from
reconnecting with the Lanes

Maya couldn’t be certain that they wouldn’t recognize her based on her appearance.
Thus, ensuring the two parties never crossed paths was crucial to avoid exposure.
With teeth clenched in determination, Maya was resolved to protect her identity and status at all costs,
believing it to be her rightful destiny.
It felt like an injustice. Why were some born into wealth while Maya was born into poverty?
Despite her humble beginnings, Maya worked tirelessly to carve out her path in life and was determined
not to give it up.
If blame was to be placed, it fell on the unfortunate twist of fate that led the true heiress of the Lane
family to cross paths with her!
If the real Lane family’s heiress was sensible, Maya might consider offering compensation. However,
Maya would never permit her to reconnect with the Lane family.
After a long afternoon of practice, Mia returned home feeling somewhat defeated. Despite spending
hours on the piano, she felt like she hadn’t improved much and couldn’t play smoothly.
Feeling frustrated, Mia couldn’t understand why she was struggling.

Claude noticed her looking discouraged and inquired. “What’s the matter? Did something happen at college?”
He couldn’t shake the thought–did Anthony mishandle something?
“Claude, I practiced some pieces at college today, but I felt like I couldn’t get them right,” Mia expressed.
“What songs did you practice?” Claude asked.
After Mia explained, Claude appeared somewhat resigned. “Mia, these songs aren’t the right fit for you. It’s not your fault though,
everyone has their own style that they excel in, and these just aren’t suited to
yours.”
“So, what pieces are a good fit for me?” Mia asked.
“You’re better off focusing on the songs I previously taught you. Why don’t you concentrate on practicing. those for now?” Claude
advised.
Mia nodded in agreement. The songs she knew best were the childhood tunes she had learned long ago and the ones Claude
had been teaching her recently.
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Initially, Mia had intended to practice the sheet of music Drew had given her that day, but it seemed her current skills weren’t up
to par yet.
Suddenly, Claude asked, “Mia, do you still remember your time at the orphanage?”