Chapter 487:
Elyse seized Vicky's hand assertively and tugged her out of the restroom. For the first time, Vicky felt an
overpowering aura radiate from Elyse. In her momentary distraction, she found herself dragged far away. As they
neared the backstage area, Vicky abruptly freed herself from Elyse’s grasp.
“That's enough! I've told you to mind your own business. | don’t want to compete, okay?” Vicky erupted, her
voice echoing with anger.
Elyse stood her ground, unwavering. “I've told you that no matter what, you have to participate in the
competition.”
With a cold smirk, Vicky retorted, “Stop acting like you're being all kind-hearted with me. If | drop out, you'll face
fewer competitors and have a better shot at winning easily. Wouldn't that suit you just fine?”
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“For others, maybe. But for me, winning without a challenge is worthless,” Elyse replied, her brow furrowed with
discontent. “Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t know.”
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Vicky sneered, “Your insistence is absurd. Do you really want to cause yourself that much trouble?”
Elyse crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow with a confident smirk. “If there isn’t a worthy opponent, winning
first place would feel meaningless to me.”
“A worthy opponent? Do you considerworthy?” Vicky asked, a hint of realization dawning on her.
Elyse nodded without a moment's hesitation. “You're the first person I've competed against who's really made
Elyse’s words pierced the armor around Vicky's heart, melting her unease, fear, and confusion.
“Why do you support your opponent? Kick a man when he is down. Have you never heard of this?” Vicky asked,
her stubbornness giving way to curiosity.
Elyse snorted. “I'm not like you, always looking to tear others down.”
Vicky pointed at Elyse, poised to lash out. But she restrained herself, lowering her hand and muttering, “You
have no idea what I've been through lately. Your words are meaningless to me.”
Leaning against the wall, Elyse replied seriously, “No matter what you're facing or how hard it is, you can’t give
up the competition.”
Vicky's voice trembled. “Do you just wantthere to make you look better?”
A swift, sardonic smile crossed Elyse’s lips. “Because your previous dedication to practicing the violin was
genuine, and you didn’t depend on anyone else's assistance or dishonesty to reach where you are now. You
depended on your own efforts to make it to the final.”
With earnest eyes, Elyse continued, “So don’t quit. You need to secure a spot and face tougher competitors.”
After a moment of silence, Vicky whispered, “You're really too compassionate.”
The door swung open, and a staff member peeked in. Spotting Vicky, he called out, “Vicky, it’s your tto go
onstage. Con, let's go. Stop chatting!”
“Did you hear that? Good luck,” Elyse said, pushing Vicky toward the stage. As she moved, a staff member took
Vicky by the arm, guiding her in.
Once Vicky was inside, Darren emerged, a grin spreading across his face. “I think I did well. | believe I've
succeeded. I'm confident | secured a spot in the international competition.”
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“You helpedstay calm, and now you're my competition,” Elyse teased, smiling.
Darren puffed up with pride. “Do you have any regrets? If | remained nervous, | could end up getting eliminated.”
“I don’t regret it. In the end, | feel fortunate to be able to compete internationally alongside my friend,” Elyse
said sincerely.
Darren, flustered by her honesty, scratched his head, unsure of what to say.
Curiosity flickering in her eyes, Elyse asked, “What's been going on with Vicky lately? I ran into her earlier, and
she mentioned wanting to withdraw from the competition.”
“She wants to quit?” Darren echoed in surprise. After a moment of thought, he added, “I'm not fully aware of her
situation. All | know is that Abram doesn’t seem to pay much attention to her anymore. She’s no longer the
favored one in our orchestra.”
Elyse was taken aback. “Why isn’t Abram supporting Vicky? She’s his apprentice, dedicated and talented. | don’t
get why he’s considering abandoning her.”
Darren’s expression grew somber. “When it comes to power and status, the dynamic between the instructor and
the apprentice can get absurd.”