Chapter 771



The staff member gave a weak smile. “Of course not. Only those scheduled to perform the next day are allowed to practice here. But…”

The staff member trailed off, glancing nervously at the biracial girl, who was glaring at him with a haughty expression. He clearly didn’t want to upset her.

The biracial girl smirked, completely unconcerned. “Yeah, that’s right,” she sneered. “I’m staying here because I want to. I was going to leave today, but then I saw her with that beat-up old piano, and it pissed me off. Why should some poor loser be allowed to learn music? It’s a disgrace to the whole industry.”

Having grasped the situation, Sophie regarded the biracial girl icily.

Sophie knew a bit about the competition. Wealthy sponsors paid for girls from poor areas to learn the piano. The best of those girls were sent to this competition, with all their expenses covered. It was a way for wealthy sponsors to improve their image and do some good in the world. If one of the sponsored girls turned out to be a musical genius, it would benefit everyone. The girl who was being bullied was probably one of those sponsored girls.

Logically, there should be no place for discrimination in this competition. Everyone came from different walks of life, with different beliefs and family situations. But they all shared the same dream: to succeed in the world of music.

Brushing off the biracial girl’s nasty comments, Sophie gently said to the timid girl, “Hey, don’t worry. I’ve got this. You go take a break, okay?”

The timid girl nodded gratefully and hurried out of the room.

Folding her arms and sneering, the biracial girl spat, “Do you even know who the hell you’re messing with? How dare you talk to me like that? You looking for a beatdown or something?”

A nearby staff member, witnessing the scene, gave Sophie a cautious look.

The biracial girl, Rola Hopkins, was the daughter of the head of a notorious local gang. The gang had a reputation for violence and intimidation, and their influence held the entire area in a tight grip. No one dared to challenge them.

Rola, following in her parents’ footsteps, behaved like a spoiled tyrant. Her father, the gang leader, was a wealthy man and a major sponsor of the concert. That was why Rola could get away with acting like a bully.

Nobody dared to stand up to her. Rola wasn’t bothered by being labeled a bully. Instead, a smug grin spread across her face, expecting Sophie to cower in fear. But to Rola’s surprise, Sophie remained unfazed. She simply looked back at her with a calm, cool expression, a hint of a sneer playing on her lips.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Sophie scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain.

Sophie’s dismissive words were like a slap in the face. Rola’s composure crumbled, and fury surged through her veins. She felt a strong urge to lash out at Sophie and wipe that smirk off her face. But Sophie was surrounded by a wall of imposing bodyguards, their presence a stark reminder of the danger a physical confrontation could bring.

Rola forced herself to take a deep breath and regain control. Attacking Sophie wouldn’t be easy, especially without any financial leverage. She needed a new strategy, a more cunning approach.

A mischievous glint flickered in Rola’s eyes as a devious plan began to form in her mind. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet Sophie’s, a sly, provocative smile spreading across her lips.

“Let’s have a competition if you want me to leave this practice room to that loser,” Rola declared.

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