Zero to the Greatest and Richest

Chapter 43

In the hall audience seat.

I, Jessica, was a seasoned music critic for a prestigious magazine, having experienced a myriad of orchestras across the globe. Yet, today's performance stirred within me a reluctance I couldn't shake off. I hate the conductor. I checked the pamphlet and there was a name listed as the conductor: Benedict, notorious for his greed. was known to select musicians based on the thickness of their wallets rather than their talent. His conducting style, devoid of passion, always left me cold. I had no fondness for him, yet duty called, as the magazine I worked for insisted on a review, especially since a wealthy benefactor's offspring were to grace the stage.

When I received my ticket, I deliberately chose a seat at a safe distance from the cacophony I anticipated. I had no desire to assault my ears with the conductor's mundane and uninspired interpretations. They were always so drearily predictable, lacking any semblance of artistic taste.

As the first announcement