Chapter 790

As Rola stepped off the stage, she crossed paths with Sophie, who was preparing to go on.

With a smug grin, Rola taunted, “Did you like my performance? It’s a thousand times better than your trash, don’t you think?”

Sophie, unbothered, mimicked Rola’s tone. “You completely wasted the beauty of that piece with your performance. Do you even understand it? How could you ruin such a brilliant composition?”

Rola’s face flushed with anger. “If it didn’t sound good, the song must’ve been the issue. The song sucks, not me!”

Sophie’s eyes gleamed as she responded calmly, “Well? You’re calling your composition ‘sucks’? Or is it possible you didn’t write it at all?”

Just then, the media arrived backstage, hoping to interview Rola. They overheard Sophie’s pointed words and turned to Rola with suspicion.

Seething, Rola gritted her teeth. “You can say whatever you want, Sophie. But let’s see how you handle it when you can’t play a single note on stage.”

Sophie smiled slightly, exuding the calm confidence of someone unshaken. “That’s not for you to worry about.” With that, Sophie lifted her dress and gracefully made her way to the stage, her head held high.

Watching Sophie’s poised demeanor, Rola felt a sudden wave of unease. Could Sophie have another composition after all? If her scheme failed, Sophie would certainly strike back. She could tolerate anyone else winning, but not Sophie.

Panic rising, Rola pushed through the crowd to her bodyguards. “Hey, come over here. I need you to take care of something.”

The bodyguards immediately obeyed, stepping forward with ingratiating smiles.

Rola whispered instructions to one of them, her expression smug and malicious.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get it done,” the bodyguard assured her.

Unbeknownst to them, Kallie had witnessed everything from the shadows. Her eyes showed no surprise, only a cold glint.

As Sophie sat at the piano, preparing to play, nerves fluttered in her stomach. She was just a teenager, after all. Maintaining her composure for that long was already a sign of her resilience.

At the thought of her own hard work being stolen, Sophie’s fingers trembled slightly, sweat beading on her forehead as the enormity of it all hit her.

The murmurs from the audience only added to the pressure.

“Who does that child belong to? She’s such a lovely young girl. Is she feeling too nervous?”

“Wait, don’t you recognize her? She’s the piano prodigy from that viral video!”

In the bustling crowd, the remark was made, setting off a rapid chain of reactions like a spark igniting a wildfire. Tensions rose as the discussion about Sophie turned more and more fiery.

“Is this girl really that prodigy? I’ve seen the clip and I’m eager to see her perform.”

“But how genuine can that video be? It’s hard to believe someone so talented at the piano remains unnoticed. Quite odd.”

“Between her and Rola, who do you think is better?”

“Each shines in her own way. Rola’s melodies are breathtaking, though her execution falls short. Sophie, on the other hand, dazzles with her technique. Imagine if they joined forces.”

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Message from Noah: Happy Tuesday, everyone! Hope your day is full of good vibes, peace, and happiness. God bless you, and Noa is sending you all the best. (=◡=) /

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