?<strong>Chapter 802:</strong>


    “Humph! You’re the one who’s going to be cut.” Elyse ended the conversation abruptly, grabbed her violin case, and walked to a corner to tune her violin.


    As Elyse was adjusting her violin, Fiona walked up with her violin case. Elyse nced up and noticed Fiona’s stern expression, prompting her to frown and ask, “Why are you staring at me?”


    Fiona looked directly at Elyse and asked, “I reached the final based on my own abilities. Does that intimidate you?”


    It was a pointed question, leaving Elyse speechless for a moment.


    Elyse looked at Fiona with mixed emotions before standing with her violin and inquiring, “Didn’t you just luck into the final?”


    “Luck can be a form of strength,” Fiona retorted, tilting her head slightly, her eyes radiating arrogance.


    Elyse was at a loss for words. Fiona had be so different, almost unrecognizable to her now.


    What had prompted such a change in Fiona? Was it because of unrequited love? Had she transformed this way because she couldn’t be with Jayden?


    After a lengthy silence, Elyse said softly, “I actually hoped you would make it this far. From the beginning, my wish was for both of us to be in the final,peting for the top spot together.”


    Elyse paused, a gentle smile appearing on her face. “Let’s vie for first ce together, Fiona.”


    Fiona appeared briefly taken aback, her eyes showing a rush of conflicting emotions. She responded quietly, “If you were truly that gracious, why have you made things so hard for me?”


    Elyse’s face shifted subtly. “Fiona, how is this my fault? What does your situation have to do with me? Did I push you to change like this?”


    Theplexity in Fiona’s gaze faded into stark indifference. “Forget it. We have nothing left to discuss. And as forpeting for first ce? Sorry, but you’re not even qualified to challenge me.”


    Elyse’s expression hardened, and she scoffed coldly, “You seem quite sure of yourself.”


    With that, Elyse quickly moved past Fiona and headed towards Edward and the others.


    Unbeknownst to Elyse, Fiona remained stationary, her gaze filled with intense animosity as she watched her leave.


    Upon reaching Edward, Elyse noticed Darren was also there. She looked around and asked curiously, “Where’s Vicky? Why are you here by yourself?”


    Darren, while tuning his violin, answered, “She’s in the restroom. She’s so anxious she keeps running there.”


    Elyse teased, “When did she start picking up your habits?”


    Darren nced up and replied, “I used to just avoid things when I was nervous, not run to the restroom.”


    Elyse tried to remember the details. “Is that so? I don’t really recall that.”


    “If you don’t remember, it’s no big deal. I’ve changed; now, I’m impressively strong.” Darren flexed his arm, though his biceps weren’t particrly imposing.


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