Chapter 418 Not Everything Is Repairable

• Genevieve tightened her grip on the doorknob and asked, “Mr. Faulkner, is something the matter?”
• “I'm here to deliver something,” Armand answered in a raspy voice and opened the violin case he was holding.
• It contained a reddish-brown violin. The violin looked new at first glance, but one could see crack lines on a closer inspection. The crack lines had been skillfully drawn over with beautiful patterns.