Chapter 1867:

crossfire, Nick mumbled an excuse and slipped away. As he backed off, he collided with someone.

Victor turned, his curiosity piqued by the violin case dangling from Nick’s hand. “Another violinist? The ballroom’s crawling with them tonight. Is this some grand plan you all cooked up?”

Nick’s reply was enigmatic. “Call it a silent pact.”

Victor tilted his head, mulling it over. “How many years does it take to play like Elyse?”

Nick didn’t miss a beat. “Her gift is pure magic. No amount of practice could lift an ordinary soul to her heights.”

Victor rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “So, you reckon I’ve got a spark of talent?”

Nick blinked, caught off guard. “Are you pulling my leg?”

Tracy, after a discreet sweep of the ballroom, glided back into the dressing room. The sight of Elyse in her wedding gown sent a wave of joy crashing over her.

whispered, “The ballroom’s alive with anticipation—they’re all waiting for

I’ve already walked down an aisle once, yet my

“That first one? A mere charade. This, my dear, is the real deal!” Her gaze shifted, and she froze as

to her wedding, so here I am, back in

she swiveled to Elyse, disbelief etched across her face. “Since when did


your

told, we unraveled your little revenge scheme thanks to

“You sold me

save you. The fixation, the venom—it was eating you alive. Couldn’t

smile and added, “Since you wouldn’t hear

warmth. “It was a blessing he came to me—I

a reluctant simmer. “Hmph. I should’ve known it was too perfect—you

glint in her eye. “Let’s just say a little

cross a line I couldn’t uncross.” She flicked her wrist

swarmed around her like

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