Chapter 802:

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

As Elyse adjusted her violin, Fiona approached with her violin case. Elyse glanced up and noticed Fiona’s stern expression. Frowning, she asked, “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 asking, “Didn’t you just luck into the final?”

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

Elyse was at a loss for words. Fiona had become so different, almost unrecognizable.

What had prompted such a change in Fiona? Was it unrequited love? Had she transformed 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, I wished for both of us to be in the final, competing for the top spot together.”

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

Fiona appeared briefly taken aback; a rush of conflicting emotions flickered in her eyes. 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?”

The complexity in Fiona’s gaze faded into stark indifference. “Forget it. We have nothing left to discuss. And as for competing for first place? 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 glanced 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 particularly imposing.