?<strong>Chapter 932:</strong>


    As for Elyse, she was thoroughly confused by Fiona’s behavior at this point. “What are you talking about, Fiona? Stop being so stubborn. Open your eyes and wake up.”


    “You shut up!” Fiona screeched, her voice rising in anger. “How dare you lecture me? Are you trying to pretend to be kind again? Ha! I know you too damn well. You’re nothing but a self-centered brat.”


    Elyse’s gaze grew colder, sharpening with each passing moment. Her feelings toward Fiona wereplicated. She had once admired Fiona, who used to be gentle and had a talent for making exquisite desserts and brewing the perfect cup of coffee.


    But now, even the music they once shared seemed distant—Fiona had given up on her violin.


    Breaking free from Jayden’s hand, Elyse said in a stern voice, “Didn’t you want topete with me alone? Let’s start. Change the string, and I’ll give you a wake-up call.”


    Fiona’s confidence faltered under Elyse’s ice-cold stare. Her heart jolted as frustration bubbled up, thinking Elyse had two sides to her: one for her and another for the men around her.


    Fiona couldn’tprehend how someone as brilliant as Jayden could be fooled by Elyse’s charm. How could he not see Elyse’s true colors? She firmly believed she was the only woman who truly loved Jayden.


    Anger and unspoken grievances built up inside her. She had to wait; sooner orter, Jayden would realize he had been in love with the wrong woman, and then he would pay—double. That thought rekindled Fiona’s spirit. She clung to the fragile fantasy, believing that persistence was key.


    Steadying herself, Fiona held out her hand. “Give me the string. I need to change it and tune my violin.”


    Elyse, clearly annoyed, handed over the new string, thinking that once thispetition was over, she could finally rid herself of Fiona’s tiresome presence.


    Fiona took her time restringing her violin.


    Ten minutester, she approached Elyse, her instrument ready. “I’m ready. We can start now.”


    Elyse eyed her coolly. “How do we determine the winner?”


    Fiona hesitated, caught off guard. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. ncing at the nearby crowd of passersby, Elyse came up with an idea. “Let’s see who can draw therger crowd. Whoever attracts more people wins.”


    Fiona’s face lit up as she nodded in agreement. “That’s a good idea.”


    “We’ll y the same piece, one after the other. You can pick the music,” Elyse offered, giving Fiona the advantage.


    Without hesitation, Fiona suggested, “Let’s y ‘Liebesleid.''”


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