The CEO’S Unplanned Heir novel (Aurelia and Leopold)

Chapter 1273

"You're such a brown-noser, always buttering up Aunt Aurelia, telling her she's as pretty as a picture,"

Nina accused with a roll of her eyes.

Mira pouted, "That's not true. I don't kiss butt. You never kiss a horse's butt, and it might kick back. And

Aunt Aurelia really is beautiful. Everyone says so."

Sheryl let out a yawn, feeling the day's toll from the endless card games, "Alright, girls, cut it out and hit

the hay. I'm hitting the sack too. Nighty-night," she said, ending the video call.

Mira reached for a bar of chocolate but Nina slapped her hand away, "No chocolate before bed, and it'll

rot your teeth."

"I'll brush them," Mira retorted.

"You're such a little rascal, never listening. I give up," Nina said, hands on her hips and fuming.

In another room, Skyler lay in bed and hit play on some eerie tunes. The creepy music was unsettling,

and he planned to edit it into segments the next day.

He doubted Geoffrey had hidden any clues in the track, and it was more likely an attempt at a mind

game, maybe even hypnosis.

But Skyler was just a kid, and kids couldn't be hypnotized, right? Still, how did Geoffrey manage to

keep tabs on him?

Security had combed through Mossy Rock Retreat and didn’t find a hidden camera.

Geoffrey loved his cryptic games, and he'd relished them since he was a boy, reveling in others'

confusion and boiling with anger if anyone cracked his codes. He was a real piece of work, no wonder

he had no friends.

He was probably holed up in Elysium by now, but surely not as content as Skyler, who wasn't busy

concocting schemes with a mind as dark as a dungeon.

The twisted music, Skyler realized, was altered, different from what he'd heard before. He wasn't a

music buff, and someone else must have done this for Geoffrey.

Closing his eyes, Skyler drifted off to sleep, only to be woken the next day by a knock on the door.

"Skyler," Kane said as Skyler rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "I've been thinking. If there's a clue in

that music, it's likely in the sheet music. We need to transcribe it."

Skyler smacked his forehead, "Bingo. Why didn't I think of that? But do we have anyone musically

inclined in the family?"

"Aunt Beverly's a music teacher, but I'm worried the tune could bum her out or, worse, hypnotize her,"

Kane said with concern.

"I'll chop the music into bits. It'll lessen the impact," Skyler assured him.

"Alright, let's get to it," Kane agreed, and together they sought Beverly's help.

Beverly was actually thrilled at the prospect of dissecting a horror tune; she thrived on the thrill.

"Sure, I'll score it out for you guys."

"The composer is such an odd duck, churning out such ear-sore material," she mused.

"Maybe the composer was battling their own demons," Kane suggested, ever the philosopher.

"Or it's the work of a twisted psycho, crafting a killer tune quite literally," Beverly chimed in. Updаted at

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"But wasn't the song destroyed?" asked Beverly, intrigued.