Chapter 558. Identity Exposed

“So, you’re Esme—the violinist from the royal gala?”

Maxwell stepped forward, his sharp gaze fixed intently on her, every step laced with pressure.

“Yes, Minister.”

Caitlin bowed politely, her voice calm despite the faint warning bell in her head.

She still didn’t know exactly who this man was, but the way everyone addressed him made it clear he held real power.

“You played beautifully that night. Who taught you to play?”

He was starting with small talk, seemingly casual. But Caitlin could feel the trap being laid.

Was he also a violin enthusiast? Would he suddenly ask her to perform again?

“My mother taught me,” she replied.

“Oh? Then your mother must’ve been a violinist herself?”

Maxwell continued to study her face. Caitlin kept her head lowered slightly—enough to hide behind her bangs and long lashes, only the tip of her nose visible.

“She wasn’t a professional. It was just a hobby.”

“Interesting. But that’s