Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 267:

Vicky, convinced by Rebekah, firmly agreed to her plan. “Does Elyse Lloyd really think she’s good enough to be concertmaster alongside me? She has overestimated herself,” she remarked confidently.

“Exactly,” Rebekah sneered. “How could she become the concertmaster?” She threw a sharp look at Elyse. From the start, Elyse had stood on the same level as Rebekah. But as time went on, she had left Rebekah far behind, reaching a level comparable to Vicky. To Rebekah, it was all like a horrible nightmare, and she was determined to change the situation.

In the crowd, Elyse was blissfully unaware of the looming danger. After chatting with some orchestra members, she made her way back to the rehearsal room. Three hours later, reporters from the TV station arrived, and Elyse stepped into the restroom before heading to the conference room.

When she tried to leave the stall, she found the door locked from the outside. Realizing someone had deliberately locked her in, she shouted, “Who’s there? Let me out!”

Rebekah stood outside, smirking, remaining silent, wishing Elyse would be stuck in the restroom until the interview was over.

Elyse had been in the restroom for quite a while and hadn’t returned. The manager grew anxious and quickly sent someone to find her. Just then, Rebekah walked in and mentioned, “I just came back from the restroom, and Elyse wasn’t there.”

Surprised, the manager exclaimed, “Where could she be? The reporters are already here! How will the interview continue without her?”

Vicky stood silently among the crowd, waiting for the manager to call her. Once summoned, she could step up and heroically save the situation. After checking her wristwatch, the manager made a decision. “Where’s Vicky?”

she quickly composed herself. Emerging from the crowd, she said, “I’m here. Take Elyse’s

held her

unfold, Darren exchanged confused glances with Grace and other friends, wondering where Elyse could be and whether

stories now at

the restroom, Elyse was unaware that Vicky had taken her spot in the interview. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t find a way out. After a moment, she lifted her gaze toward the only escape above the door. If

through the gap, she glanced down instinctively. The door loomed almost 8 feet below. Despite the fear, she

the pain subsided, she staggered to her feet, wincing. Right then, Grace walked in and saw her struggling upright. “What happened?” she

stall,” Elyse said, rubbing her ankle as the

probed, “Who did

no idea,” Elyse felt anxious about her interview and asked,

I came to look,” Grace explained as she helped

her limp and asked worriedly, “Should we take you

head. “No, I’m going

for you,”

insisted, “I’m going too. Even if