Chapter 773



Kallie glanced at Sophie. “No matter if you win or lose, you’ll always be the best to me.”

Kallie’s words of comfort had the desired effect. Sophie’s nerves began to melt away. She beamed at Kallie. “Thank you.”

The tenderness in their exchange only seemed to irritate Rola more, and with a huff, she slammed the lid of her piano shut. Her anger and frustration were met with a dismissive apathy.

Now it was Sophie’s turn. She approached the piano, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

Sophie sat up straight, her posture far more commanding than Rola’s. This wasn’t something Kallie had pressured Sophie into training for. It was the result of Sophie’s self-discipline.

Sophie believed that before engaging in anything she loved, she needed to adopt the right mindset and present herself in the best possible light.

Sophie raised her hand and gently brushed the piano keys, producing a faint, monotonous tone at the start. Rola let out a loud, mocking laugh, but Sophie stayed focused.

Gradually, the rhythm picked up, and Sophie’s fingers danced effortlessly across the keys. The music flowed, filled with delicate tenderness and vibrant energy.

It wasn’t just a showcase of skill. Sophie’s music resonated with her emotions, captivating everyone in the room.

When Sophie finished playing, many in the audience hadn’t even reacted. Then, one person began to clap, and soon a wave of applause swept through the room, far more genuine and enthusiastic than the applause Rola had received.

It was just a piece of music performed on a mediocre piano. The performance would have been even more breathtaking had Sophie played on Rola’s piano. A formal judgment was unnecessary. It was clear who had won.

Rola stood frozen, her face flushed with disbelief. How had Sophie, with an inferior piano, played so beautifully? She could accept someone talented, but this level was another matter entirely. It felt like a personal insult, a mockery of all her years of practice.

Sophie stood up and, with a slight smirk, faced Rola. “So, who do you think won?”

Rola gritted her teeth, her face a mixture of fury and humiliation. She didn’t want to admit it, but with so many eyes on her, she relented. “You won. I won’t bother that girl anymore.”

Sophie glanced at Kallie, and their shared smile was a beacon of victory. Their radiant smiles felt like daggers to Rola.

But just as they were about to walk away, Rola shouted in frustration, “She’s fine, but I’m going after you now! My dad’s the main investor, and I’ll make sure you’re disqualified from competing!”

Rola raised her hand and pointed accusatorily at Sophie. The smiles on Kallie and Sophie’s faces instantly froze. Rola snapped at the competition staff, “Get these two out of here! I’m just saying she can’t compete. What’s so unreasonable about that? If you don’t, I’ll have my dad pull his funding!”

Once Rola finished speaking, she slipped back into her typical arrogant demeanor.

A staff member approached awkwardly, addressing Sophie and Kallie, “Ladies, please… You need to leave.”

Noticing that Kallie and Sophie remained defiantly in place, the staff exchanged uneasy glances before nudging them, gently but firmly, toward the exit. Just then, a team of towering bodyguards strode into the room, each exuding silent, menacing authority. Their eyes flicked toward Kallie and Sophie with a cold, calculating look, as if sizing them up, ready to act at the slightest command.

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