?<strong>Chapter 850:</strong>


    Since the order of performance was determined by the final rankings, Fiona was scheduled to perform second tost. She just needed to bide her time. And she believed Darren could not stop her even if he noticed her.


    The thought of her n’s sess filled Fiona with excitement. She stood by the backstage door, observing as Edward and the other violinists performed their parts. Her turn was approaching.


    At the perfect moment, Fiona moved backstage. Darren quickly blocked her path, his tone filled with anger. “Have you gone mad? What are you doing here? Leave now!”


    Fiona gave him a frosty stare. “If Elyse isn’t here, someone needs to step in. Luck favors the ready, and I am that person.”


    She attempted to break free from Darren’s hold.


    However, Darren was determined to keep her in ce. His tone was cold as he countered, “You think you can just rece Elyse? Elyse is already here. How do you n to take her spot?”


    Annoyed by Darren’s words, Fiona retorted, “Then where is she? Show me!”


    Darren looked at her with a cold, inscrutable face before his expression turned into a smile. “If you don’t believe me, check for yourself.”


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    “What do you mean?” A sense of dread washed over Fiona, and suddenly, an idea hit her. She dashed toward the stage and lifted the curtain slightly to take a look.


    The orchestra was peacefully setting up to perform Paganini’s Caprice No. 24. The audience appeared rxed, oblivious to whether Elyse had made it or not. In a rush, Fiona eximed, “They’re unsure when to begin since Elyse isn’t here. They need me! I’m the one who can guide them!”


    Right after her statement, the melody of a violin permeated the air. The music originated not from the stage, but from among the audience.


    The audience members turned in surprise to see Elyse, d in a striking red gown, effortlessly ying the violin as she advanced toward the stage.


    “Wait… what’s happening?”


    “Is this a part of the show?”


    “This is incredibly inventive! I adore it!”


    “She’s fantastic! I’m thrilled right now!”


    With her gaze fixed, Elyse kept ying, her steps sure as she moved closer to the stage. She did not notice the middle-aged man seated nearby, observing her closely. It was Cody, who hade to watch her performance.


    “Is she your apprentice? Such a skilled youngdy! You’ve really found a gem,” the man beside Cody whispered, his voice tinged with admiration.


    Cody’s face lit up with pride. “She’s gotten to this point through her own effort. I hardly did anything as her teacher.”


    “Come on, don’t be modest now,” the man whispered, then fell quiet.


    Elyse approached the stage, where the orchestra members, struck by her dramatic entrance, nodded their appreciation. The conductor also observed her with respect.


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