Chapter 93: Your Voice Is Identical

Upon spotting him unexpectedly, I instinctively adjusted my mask, a deliberate gesture. “Can I help you with something, sir?” I asked, lowering my voice.

He replied, his voice filled with emotion, “I wanted to know if you are Harmony.”

The realization that Benjamin might recognize me caught me off guard, but I quickly masked my surprise. “Sorry, but I’m not.”

The moment I finished speaking, I attempted to walk away, but Benjamin’s grip tightened around my wrist. “What are you doing, sir? Please let me go,” I pleaded.

He looked at me with confusion. “You really aren’t her? Your voice is identical.”

Sensing the tension, I hurriedly explained, “I can just imitate her voice. You’re giving me too much credit; it’s just a talent of mine.”

I couldn’t tell if he bought my explanation, but he ultimately released my wrist. Not wanting to linger a moment longer, I quickly made my way through the crowd.

It wasn’t until I bumped into Nueve that I finally exhaled a breath of relief. He rushed over, concern etched on his face. “Who was that mysterious guy? Which pack does he belong to? What did he want from you?”

I didn’t provide any details as I pulled Nueve outside, wanting to put distance between us and Benjamin. Once we stepped out of the bar, I let go of Nueve’s arm. “I need to head back. I have some things to deal with tomorrow.”

Nueve looked reluctant to part ways. He spoke earnestly, “Harmony, did you notice how many people were enchanted by your music tonight? So many fans have been yearning for your return, even though you’ve stepped away from writing and singing. They leave messages for you online every single day. Can you really just walk away from those who once cherished your talents?”

I pressed my lips together, unable to offer more than a whispered apology. “I can only say I’m sorry to them.”

Nueve sensed the finality in my words, reminiscent of years past. Yet, he pressed on. “Regardless, Harmony, we’re all hoping you’ll return and reclaim your former glory.”

I managed a faint smile, giving his shoulder a gentle pat in silence. “Please take me home.”

He drove me to Brocrone Hills, and just as he was about to leave, he said, “If inspiration strikes, don’t hesitate to reach out. I’ll always be here for you.”

I waved goodbye and stepped into the villa. Fortunately, Benjamin hadn’t returned yet. I headed to my room, washed up, and settled into bed.

Chapter 93: Your Voice Is Identical

The Math Olympiad was the following day, and I awoke early, realizing that Benjamin hadn’t come back the entire night. I dismissed the thought, knowing he was a true Alpha. Even if he was concealing his status, he wouldn’t be in any real danger like I could be. After having breakfast, I set off for the exam venue.

Upon arrival, I spotted Trista and Lillian waving to me from a distance. “Hayley! We’re over here!”

I approached them. “You two are here early!”

Lillian beamed at me. “We arrived yesterday and tried some incredible street food from Northlipe last night!”

Curious, I asked, “Which testing room are you in?”

Lillian checked her exam card. “Room 7. How about you?”

“I’m in Room 21.”

Trista chimed in, “What a coincidence! I’m next door in Room 20.”

As we continued chatting, we entered the building. Just as we neared the exam rooms, Jeremy approached and handed me a prepared exam kit. “Here’s a 2B pencil and a gel pen I got for you.”

I glanced at it, surprised. “That’s not necessary; I brought my own.”

But Jeremy insisted, pressing the stationery bag into my hands. “See you after the exam.”

I was taken aback, and Lillian and Trista exchanged curious glances. “Hayley, what’s going on between you two?” they pressed.

I shrugged, just as confused. “Nothing’s going on.”

Trista and Lillian clearly didn’t believe me and continued to pry. I lightly tapped their heads in frustration. “Save the gossip for later and focus on the Math Olympiad.”

Lillian opened her mouth to ask another question but stopped under my annoyed stare. “I bet he has feelings for you,” she teased, sticking out her tongue and waving goodbye as she headed toward her exam room.

Trista added quickly, “Don’t let her get to you! Good luck!” before waving and walking away.

As I watched them leave, I glanced down at the stationery bag in my hand, pondering. Could it be that Jeremy had actually fallen for me? But what would he see in me? I had never revealed my true identity to him, and with my appearance and status as an Omega, I couldn’t fathom why he would be drawn to me.