?<strong>Chapter 1016:</strong>


    “Mind your damn business!” Fiona snapped, her frustration boiling over. She wasn’t sure what had gone awry with Kaelyn’s n, but her anger found an easy target in Quinn. She shoved past him again, not even bothering to look back as she stormed out of the backstage area.


    Darren, who had been standing nearby, raised an eyebrow. “What’s with your girlfriend? You didn’t do anything, and she’s blowing up at you. You okay?”


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    Quinn shook his head, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”


    Edward wandered over as well, adding, “Just don’t let this drama mess up our performance, okay?”


    Quinn exhaled, his shoulders rxing a bit. “I won’t. I’m all in. Let’s give them a good show.”


    After Elyse wrapped up her solo, Edward and the others joined her on stage for the grand ensemble. During a brief pause while the orchestra shuffled around, Quinn took the chance to sidle up to Elyse and mutter, “She’s too shocked.”


    Elyse nced at him, slightly surprised. “Are you alright?”


    Quinn let out a quiet sigh, lowering his eyes. “Yeah, I’vee to terms with some things. Now I just want to focus on getting through the tour and doing it right.”


    Elyse couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him. In this world, there were always those who ended up hurt after giving their heart away. But that was beyond her control.


    With a quiet sigh, she offered, “Things will work themselves out soon. Don’t worry.”


    By now, Quinn was too exhausted to care about the oue. Being with the wrong person had turned the whole journey into one big mistake.


    Once the orchestra was ready, the grand ensemble performance began in earnest. The five violinists lit up the stage like rising stars, captivating the audience below with their brilliance. Before long, the first concert of the tour drew to a close.


    Backstage, Elyse returned to the dressing room to change. She had barely finished when the door was flung open. Ignoring the indignant protests of others in the room, Fiona stormed in, her eyes locked on Elyse. In a voice as cold as ice, shemanded, “Come outside. We need to talk.”


    Elyse barely nced at her, responding with calm indifference, “I still need to remove my makeup. You’ll have to wait.”


    Fiona’s impatience began to bubble over as she urged her, but Elyse, unfazed, shut her down with a sharp retort. “Why should I rush just to suit you? Do I need to remind you of where we stand?”


    Fiona’s face darkened at the words. She mmed the door shut and stormed off, her frustration boiling over.


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