?<strong>Chapter 492:</strong>
“You underestimated Darren. If he masters the piece, you’ll realize you have more than one resilient rival,” said Elyse calmly.
“Humph! I doubt it!”
Vicky looked at Elyse, who was now standing at the end of the line, then turned to look at Darren, who appeared quite pleased with his result, his grin broad and almost too bright.
Vicky looked on, her disdain palpable. What was so great about seventh ce? Darren was such an idiot. She nced at Elyse, who was in first ce—a spot she once held—and felt a surge ofplex emotions.
The judges and Karl began to distribute thepetition certificates for the top eight.
Karl approached Elyse with a warm smile. “From now on, you’ll need to strive on the international stage. Aim for the top,” he encouraged.
Elyse nodded earnestly. “Trust me, I will.”
As the award ceremony concluded, the audience started to leave, and the media swarmed the contestants for interviews.
After her interview, Elyse noticed Gavin approaching with a gentle smile that made her heart skip. She kept smiling and walked toward him.
“Where is Fiona? How could she just quit thepetition?” Gavin asked.
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“I’m not sure,” Elyse responded truthfully. “After my performance, I looked for her backstage, but she wasn’t there. I even went outside and searched for a long while but found no sign of her.”
“Did you try calling her?” Gavin inquired.
Elyse nodded. “Yes, but her phone was off.”
Gavin’s smile faded. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself.
He then gently touched her hair, smiling as he spoke. “You did wonderfully today. I didn’t expect such a ster performance.”
“Thank you for your help and guidance,” Elyse replied, her voice filled with gratitude.
“My pleasure.” Gavin returned the smile apologetically. “I had nned a celebration with you and Fiona after thepetition. Now, I need to attend to Fiona’s situation. We’ll schedule your celebration for another time.”
“I’m not in a hurry. You should go find her now,” Elyse suggested, understanding the urgency.
Gavin nodded, swiftly grabbed his coat, and hurried out.
It was already two in the afternoon. After changing, she stepped out of the concert hall carrying a shopping bag and her violin case. She moved at a leisurely pace. By the time she reached the exit, only Jayden and Tracy were there waiting, along with Shaun.
Shaun was holding onto Tracy as if he was afraid she would escape.
Elyse initially wanted to approach Tracy, but then she looked at Jayden, who hade to watch herpete. Realizing he had made an effort, she decided to acknowledge his gesture. She then turned and walked towards Jayden.
Jayden, sensing her lingering anger, said nothing. He silently took the violin case from her hands and held her hand.
Shaun, gripping Tracy to prevent her escape, turned to Jayden and said, “I hope you treat your wife well and keep her from visiting my ce again.”
Jayden managed a strained smile and replied, “Thank you for looking after her.”
Feeling the pangs of hunger in her stomach, Elyse remainedposed, recalling Tracy’s words from the day before. “Jayden, we need to talk when we get home.”
Jayden averted his gaze and nodded silently. “Okay. We’ll talk then.”
They headed towards the parking lot together, tailed by Shaun and Tracy. Shaun’s car was parked near Jayden’s.
Meanwhile, Corrie, who had been waiting in the parking lot, observed Jayden and Elyse while holding an inte.
As the car came into view, Jayden quickened his pace, eager to open the door for Elyse.
Elyse walked slowly, and within moments, Jayden was nearly twenty meters ahead.
The man beside Corrie spoke up, “It’s time. Arrange for the car ident soon, and make sure Jayden is finished.”
“Wait. I have a new n. Let the drunk driver hit Elyse,” Corrie suddenly proposed.
The man objected, visibly upset. “Mr. Owen’s order was to take Jayden’s life.”
Corrie’s eyes gleamed coldly. “If we kill Elyse, Jayden will not want to live on.”
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