Chapter 197 Vicky's Machinations

On the following morning, Elyse woke up feeling stiff and sore all over.

Descending the stairs, she noticed Jayden was nowhere to be seen and inquired, "Is Jayden in the study?"

Driscoll shook his head and offered her a glass of water. "He left early this morning. Do you need him for something important?"

Pausing her hand from massaging her waist, Elyse gave an awkward smile and replied, "No, it was just a casual question."

She drank the water quickly and then moved to the dining room for breakfast. After eating, she grabbed her violin case and headed off to the rehearsal room.

Upon arriving, Elyse immediately felt a shift in the atmosphere. The other members seemed to regard her with unusual expressions, which left her puzzled.

As she was tuning her violin, an object dropped from the stand beside her. She picked it up,

handing it back to its owner, who snatched it quickly and retreated from her.

This strange behavior only deepened Elyse's confusion. Why were they acting so distant and wary around her?

When Freddy walked in, he immediately noticed the tension

surrounding Elyse. With a serious demeanor, he approached her and said, "Come out for a

moment. I have something to tell you."

followed him out of the

outside, Freddy shared his concerns. "You've been

chat of our orchestra last night, urging

Elyse was at a loss for words,

"This just shows that Vicky is scared she might not measure up to

indifference. "I don't mind, as long as it doesn't interfere with my

scornful. "I used to have respect for Vicky. She's talented, albeit a bit

The tour is what really matters." Elyse quickly came to

to Elyse was her performance and

phone pressed against

she seems to be practicing on her own as if nothing is unusual," someone said on the other end

from her?" she asked sharply, her tone tinged

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opposite, actually," the informant replied, voice tinged with hesitation. "They haven't

all. They're interacting with her just

curt goodbye, Vicky snapped the phone shut and began to chew on her fingernail, her

previous evening's request to Abram for the competition video replayed in her mind, a move driven by

competition, and the realization that dawned was chilling: had Elyse not faltered, the

muddled Vicky's confidence, casting

the violin virtuoso who had never known defeat, felt a crack in her armor. The specter of Elyse, an enigma

across her walls, Vicky wrestled with a gnawing unease that clung

afraid? Did Elyse not see her

rankled Vicky, fueling her determination to undermine

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