NovelEnglishChapter 490:
After making his announcement, Karl Jimenez, Freda’s father, faced the restless crowd and proposed, “Since
everyone is dissatisfied with the outcof this competition, we’ll add another round.”
The crowd quieted down, buzzing with whispers. Photographers from the media snapped away, energized by the
new development.
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Freda, seeing her father offer Elyse another chance, stomped her foot in anger. “Dad, can you not favor an
outsider?”
“Shut up! Since when have you been so stupid and unreasonable?” Karl scolded, glaring at her. “Competition is
serious. Keep your tricks out of it.”
“Dad!” Freda's voice cracked, her frustration nearly bringing her to tears. She had hoped Elyse would lose,
perhaps pushing Theo back toward herself.
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With tears brimming, she accused, “Dad! Don’t you care about me? You never consider my happiness.”
“What nonsense are you talking about?” Karl responded, his hand on his chest, his expression one of utter
frustration.
“I hate you!” Freda yelled, her anger boiling over as she ran away without a second glance, leaving chaos in her
wake.
Karl, pressing his chest, took a moment to compose himself. He then turned to Gavin with an apologetic look.
“I'm sorry. My daughter is too spoiled and willful. She’s turned this competition into a mess.”
Gavin chuckled, watching the direction Freda had gone. With a smile, he reassured, “It doesn’t matter. She's
young and thoughtless. | won't hold it against her.”
Karl breathed a sigh of relief. Gavin, Cody’s most accomplished apprentice and a rising star in the music
industry, was someone he greatly admired and certainly did not want to offend.
Seating himself at the judging table in Freda’s stead, he addressed the contestants on stage. “For the extra
round, why don’t you perform ‘Devil's Trill Sonata’?”
The suggestion left the ten contestants visibly stunned. Mastery of “Devil's Trill Sonata” could tically
showcase their talents, impressing both the audience and the media. However, failure to perform well would
clearly indicate a lack of preparation and a need for further practice.
Vicky, who had secured second place, was visibly determined to win when she heard the selection. She knew the
tune inside out.
“Seems destiny wantsto be first. Even God is on my side,” she said, confidently glancing towards Elyse. She
had been preparing, expecting to compete internationally as the top contender.
Elyse returned her look with an impassive expression. “You will still be second. The first place is mine.”
The announcement of the extra round stirred mixed emotions among the contestants. Some, disappointed with
their initial rankings, saw it as a chance to excel and improve their standings. Others, satisfied with their places,
feared losing ground.
Fiona felt differently. She saw this as the end of her future. Not having made the top eight, she was relieved to
hear she and Elyse were unranked, thinking Elyse’s violin skills were as lacking as her own. Yet, she hadn't
anticipated Elyse’s failure was due to the unjust scoring of a judge. If Elyse ended up winning first place, where
would that leave her? Could she settle for a mere top ten finish?
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Clutching her violin, Fiona’s fingers whitened with tension. She couldn't bring herself to look at Gavin, fearful of
seeing disappointment in his eyes. In her heart, she lamented, maybe Elyse was the true prodigy among them,
and she was merely taking up space.
Meanwhile, Karl conferred with the other judges and proposed a restart of the competition, with Elyse as the first
contestant.
Elyse stood on the stage, her eyes alight with determination. She was ready to prove her mettle once again.
Below the stage, Darren watched her performance, his arms crossed, his expression laden with concern.
“Devil's Trill Sonata” was notoriously challenging. Expressing the deep emotional realm of this tune when played
solo was a formidable task. She was supposed to reflect the tension between earthly passions and spiritual
aspirations, capturing the essence of the struggle between good and evil. Performing this tune demanded
exceptional skill from the violinist. It involved a range of sophisticated techniques.
Among the young violinists, Darren had seen only a few, including Vicky, who could master such a complex
piece.
Vicky, noticing Darren’s concerned look, approached him with a smirk. “Are you worried about Elyse? Afraid she'll
mess up?” Vicky asked, her voice tinged with provocation.
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