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Vicky, convinced by Rebekah, firmly agreed to her plan. “Does Elyse Lloyd really think she’s good enough to be
concertmaster alongside me? She has overestimated herself,” she remarked confidently.
“Exactly,” Rebekah sneered. “How could she becthe concertmaster?” She threw a sharp look at Elyse. From
the start, Elyse had stood on the slevel as Rebekah. But as twent on, she had left Rebekah far behind,
reaching a level comparable to Vicky. To Rebekah, it was all like a horrible nightmare, and she was determined to
change the situation.
In the crowd, Elyse was blissfully unaware of the looming danger. After chatting with sorchestra members,
she made her way back to the rehearsal room. Three hours later, reporters from the TV station arrived, and Elyse
stepped into the restroom before heading to the conference room.
When she tried to leave the stall, she found the door locked from the outside. Realizing someone had
deliberately locked her in, she shouted, “Who's there? Letout!”
Rebekah stood outside, smirking, remaining silent, wishing Elyse would be stuck in the restroom until the
interview was over.
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Elyse had been in the restroom for quite a while and hadn't returned. The manager grew anxious and quickly
sent someone to find her. Just then, Rebekah walked in and mentioned, “I just cback from the restroom, and
Elyse wasn’t there.”
Surprised, the manager exclaimed, “Where could she be? The reporters are already here! How will the interview
continue without her?”
Vicky stood silently among the crowd, waiting for the manager to call her. Once summoned, she could step up
and heroically save the situation. After checking her wristwatch, the manager made a decision. “Where's Vicky?”
A slight smile played on Vicky's lips before she quickly composed herself. Emerging from the crowd, she said,
“I'm here. Take Elyse’s place in the interview,” the manager instructed. “Make sure to uphold Celestial Sounds
Symphony's reputation.”
“Got it,” Vicky replied confidently. She held her head high as she left the rehearsal room.
Watching this unfold, Darren exchanged confused glances with Grace and other friends, wondering where Elyse
could be and whether she didn’t care about the interview.
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Meanwhile, trapped in the restroom, Elyse was unaware that Vicky had taken her spot in the interview. Despite
her efforts, she couldn't find a way out. After a moment, she lifted her gaze toward the only escape above the
door. If she could climb out of the stall, she would be free. It was her only option right now.
Elyse tried repeatedly. She managed to step on the toilet and began to pull herself up. With her upper body
emerging through the gap, she glanced down instinctively. The door loomed almost 8 feet below. Despite the
fear, she took the plunge. She tumbled to the floor, her body wracked with pain.
Once the pain subsided, she staggered to her feet, wincing. Right then, Grace walked in and saw her struggling
upright. “What happened?” she asked bewildered.
“I got locked in the stall,” Elyse said, rubbing her ankle as the pain sharpened. She realized it had twisted.
Grace probed, “Who did it?”
“I have no idea,” Elyse felt anxious about her interview and asked, “Has it started yet?”
“Yeah, it's been going for a while. We couldn't find you, so | cto look,” Grace explained as she helped Elyse
out of the restroom.
At the doorway, Darren noticed her limp and asked worriedly, “Should we take you to a doctor?”
Elyse shook her head. “No, I'm going to the interview,” she insisted.
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“Vicky's doing it for you,” Grace added helplessly.
With determination on her face, Elyse insisted, “I'm going too. Even if they sendaway, I'm not missing it.”
Darren and Grace couldn't stop her, so they led her to the conference room.
Inside, Vicky spoke confidently, responding to the reporters’ questions, while several orchestra members sat
silently around her. They were used to playing background for Vicky in these situations.
Suddenly, Elyse entered the room, trying her best to conceal her injured ankle, though her awkward gait caught
attention. A reporter recognized her. “You must be Elyse Lloyd, one of the concertmasters, right?”
Elyse nodded with a smile. The reporter invited her to sit next to Vicky.
Barely containing her irritation, Vicky asked with feigned concern, “Where were you? We couldn’t find you when
the interview started.”
Elyse replied apologetically, “Sorry, my fault. I'll take whatever punishment is necessary, but can | still join the
interview?”
The reporters nodded. “Absolutely. We have plenty of questions for you.”
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