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Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 266
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Chapter 266:

Shortly after Elyse and Darren returned to the rehearsal room, Vicky walked in. The moment people saw her,

they quieted down. They all knew that Elyse had taken the concertmaster position from Vicky, who was clearly

upset. Nobody wanted to provoke her.

Vicky immediately approached Elyse, staring directly into her eyes. Elyse wasn’t sure why Vicky had come, but

she didn’t flinch. The two locked eyes, both refusing to back down. Finally, Vicky gave a wry smile and said,

“Congratulations, Elyse.”

Elyse remained silent, her demeanor only fueling Vicky's anger. Vicky had endured a miserable weekend. Not

only had Elyse taken the concertmaster position, but Elyse had also been showered with praise. The orchestra

even wanted Elyse to be a concertmaster. But there could never be dual concertmasters, and Vicky despised the

situation.

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“You should work hard to hold onto your spot,” Vicky said coldly.

“Don’t worry, | will. No one will be able to replace me,” Elyse responded, her eyes resolute and confident, which

only made Vicky feel worse.

“You've taken my place. You are quite proud of yourself, aren't you?” Darren had heard enough and couldn't stay

silent. He stepped forward, his face stern. “Enough. The manager will be here soon.”

Vicky shot him a glare before storming off. Unfazed, Darren walked a little further away with Elyse and

whispered, “Keep your distance from her. You'll soon be the new concertmaster. Get ready for the tour.”

Grinding her teeth, Elyse fumed. “She missed her performance because she got sick, but she blames me.”

Darren grinned. “Naturally, Vicky had to pin her failure on others. She would never admit her own mistakes.”

At that moment, the manager walked in, ignoring the tension in the rehearsal room. “I have an announcement.

Today, the TV station will interview us about the upcoming national tour, and we need to pick a few people for

the interview.” She then listed a few names.

After finishing, Vicky asked in disbelief, “Why am | not on the list? Aren't | the concertmaster?”

The manager looked at Vicky, a bit embarrassed. “They want to focus on interviewing people who performed last

week.”

Vicky's expression darkened upon hearing this. It meant they were only interested in talking to Elyse. She shot

Elyse a glare, scoffed, and stayed silent. The manager moved on to organize the training session. In the morning,

all the members headed to the canteen for lunch. Afterward, they received a new announcement: Elyse was now

recognized as one of the dual concertmasters. The word spread quickly. The members who used to shower Vicky

with attention now flocked to Elyse instead. Elyse felt uneasy being surrounded by so many people, as she'd

never been this popular before. Vicky, on the other hand, found herself utterly alone. The shift was glaringly

obvious.

“She's the orchestra’s new star now. Everyone's going to try and impress her,” Rebekah crossed her arms as she

approached Vicky. “Why do you keep coming tothen? Shouldn't you go to her?” Vicky snapped, frustration

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evident in her voice.

With a sneer, Rebekah replied, “I don’t even want to talk to her. Don’t worry. This is only temporary. We've got

time, and you know she’s not as good as you.”

Vicky's mood improved, knowing she still had Rebekah’s support. Now, she took Rebekah more seriously.

Rebekah then asked, “Doesn't this bother you? You should be the concertmaster, but she stole your spot. Now,

they only want to interview her.”

Of course, Vicky felt frustrated, but she didn’t know what to do. Even her instructor couldn't intervene, so she

just watched from the sidelines. After a moment's thought, Rebekah leaned in closer and whispered, “I've got an

idea.”

Vicky looked at her with suspicion, trying to gauge her intentions. Narrowing her eyes, Rebekah uttered softly, “If

you agree, she'll lose the interview, and you'll take her place. No one will know you're doing it.”

Vicky's expression darkened. “Take her place? Are you implying I'm not as good as her?”

Realizing her mistake, Rebekah quickly shook her head and clarified, “Last week, she replaced you. She owes

you. This was supposed to be your interview, right?”