?<strong>Chapter 567:</strong>
Fiona seethed with envy whenever she looked at Elyse.
Elyse’s talent was undeniable, and both Gavin and Irving were vying to guide her.
Her poprity was unrivaled. Even young Forrest, who had previously favored Fiona, now spent more time with Elyse.
Even Cody, known for his aloofness, showed Elyse a rare kindness and care.
All the attention Elyse received felt like a knife twisting in Fiona’s heart.
No matter how hard she tried, she always felt overshadowed by Elyse. The realization that she could never match Elyse’s ce in everyone’s hearts gnawed at her.
Fiona had only one ‘advantage’ left—she was Elyse’s senior in the studio. Buttely, even that title felt meaningless. Elyse had even started lecturing her. Who was Elyse to talk down to her? What right did she have?
“Don’t forget that I’m your senior, not the other way around! Who are you to say that to me? You just don’t want to see me seed.”
Elyse’s eyes widened in shock. “Fiona, how could you say that?”
Fiona’s chest heaved with fury. “Even you tried to lecture me. Why can’t I say this?”
A sh of hurt crossed Elyse’s face. She sighed. “Maybe it’s my fault. If you hate me so much, don’te to the hospital with me tomorrow. And you don’t need to stay here tonight.”
Fiona’s expression hardened. “No, I’ll be there tomorrow. And I’m not leaving today.”
Gavin, watching the exchange, was puzzled by Fiona’s sudden change in behavior.
He stepped in. “Fiona, do you know what you’re saying? If you don’t want topete, I’ll tell Mr. Tucker to withdraw you.”
Silence hung heavy in the air. Fiona couldn’t bring herself to say she wanted to quit.
“Then fill out the form,” Gavin ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
With tears brimming in her eyes, Fiona pointed at Freda. “She started it. Why aren’t you yelling at her?”
Freda remained calm, inspecting her new manicure, unbothered by Fiona’s outburst.
Gavin’s tone was firm. “That’s enough. Isn’t Freda right? You were given a chance to participate in that extra round and re-rank, and you failed to seize it. You simply forfeited.”
Fiona’s face went pale, a rush of disbelief and betrayal washing over her. Gavin’s words cut deep—using her for Freda’s sake was unimaginable.
Elyse, noticing Fiona’s distress, gently suggested, “Fiona, you’ve been under a lot of stresstely. Maybe you should take a break.”
Ignoring Elyse, Fiona snatched the registration form from the table and stormed out. Since Elyse had mentioned that she couldn’t stay overnight, there seemed to be no reason to be polite to Elyse.
Gavin sighed wearily, bid goodbye to Elyse, and hurried after Fiona.
Freda found the drama intriguing. She’d thought everyone at Blue Sea Music Studio got along, but it seemed even they had their share of internal conflicts.
Turning to Freda, Elyse couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Jimenez, why exactly did youe to my home today?”
Freda raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying?”
Elyse’s gaze was steady. “You said you’ve given up on Theo. Is that true?”
Freda’s smile faltered slightly. “Of course. Why do you ask?”
Elyse’s tone grew serious. “Your animosity towards me has always puzzled me. I ended things with Theo a long time ago. Besides, I am now married and pregnant.”
Freda nced at Elyse’s belly. She had assumed Jayden couldn’t even have sex in his condition and hadn’t expected him to father Elyse’s child.
“Enough,” Freda said firmly. “I’ve ended things with Theo. There’s no animosity left towards you. Just rest assured.”
Freda’s target was Gavin now; dealing with Elyse woulde after she gave birth.
With that, Freda left without hesitation.
Watching Freda go, Elyse let out a deep breath. Freda imed she was done with Theo, but she still couldn’t shake something off.
Meanwhile, in an ordinary car parked nearby, Jayden sat with Tobin. They had been waiting for hours, hoping to spot their target.
Their patience was rewarded when a figure in a ck down jacket, hat, and mask walked into an old apartmentplex. It was Lanny, and he was here to case Morgan’s ce!
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