Chapter 291
Chapter 291:
When Yelena stepped down, Austin couldn’t hide his admiration. Beaming, he said, “Yelena, you’re unbelievable. Is there anything you can’t do that I should know about p>
“You’re too kind,” Yelena replied with a modest shrug. “I just happened to know this piece p>
John, ever the charmer, gave Yelena an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “You’re a goddess—absolutely unmatched! Seriously, do you even have weaknesses p>
Once again, John couldn’t help but marvel at Yelena—she was an absolute gem, rare and dazzling in every way.
He wasn’t exaggerating; Yelena’s performance had left him completely awestruck. It wasn’t just music—it was magic. The goosebumps lingering on his arms were proof.
It was the first time he had ever heard a violin piece so hauntingly beautiful that it felt as though it had been plucked from the heavens.
Though he didn’t know how to play the violin, he deeply appreciated its artistry and the emotions it could evoke. In the world of the elite, such cultural refinement was more than a luxury—it was essential, a way to add depth and balance to their otherwise materialistic lifestyles. He had attended countless concerts before, but none had ever been as enchanting as Yelena’s.
Laughing lightly, Yelena quipped, “Oh, I have plenty of weaknesses, but if I told you, you might use them against me p>
After the concert, the three of them slipped away from the glamour of the event and ended the evening with a late-night snack.
When Monica finally emerged from backstage, she found Austin had already left.
Fury bubbled up inside her, and she stomped her foot in frustration.
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Everything was slipping through her fingers, spiraling completely out of her control.
She clenched her fists and resolved that she needed to step up her game.
From the sidelines, Bella had watched the night’s events unfold, her mind spinning with disbelief.
She had never expected Yelena to play the violin, let alone at such an extraordinary level.
Yelena’s skill was unmatched, effortlessly overshadowing everyone else.
Yet, at home, Bella had never once seen her sister touch a violin.
It didn’t add up.
Playing the violin, especially at that level, required years of dedication, practice, and talent.
Bella couldn’t reconcile the Yelena she knew with the one who had captivated the entire audience tonight.
Could Yelena have taught herself?
The idea seemed absurd—impossible even.
One thing was for sure, though—Yelena clearly had layers of secrets Bella was only beginning to glimpse.
Bella pressed her lips into a thin line, her brow furrowed with thought.
Meanwhile, seeing Monica’s obvious frustration gave Bella a quiet sense of satisfaction.
She knew exactly what was causing it—the source was none other than Yelena.
Feigning concern, Bella approached Monica with a sympathetic smile. “Monica, your performance was wonderful tonight. The concert was a success, even if there were a few hiccups p>
Monica sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Thank you, Bella, but Yelena played far better than me,” she admitted, her voice heavy with defeat.
“Maybe my sister just got lucky,” Bella said with a casual shrug. “She probably just happened to know this one piece. Honestly, she never plays the violin at home, so I don’t know how she pulled it off tonight p>
Monica found the situation perplexing. By all accounts, Yelena shouldn’t have been able to play the violin, much less perform at such a level.
Only moments ago, Yelena had claimed she was self-taught—a boast Monica had dismissed as arrogance. But now, with the spotlight firmly on Yelena, there was little Monica could do to reclaim the moment.
She turned to Bella, her voice low and conspiratorial. “Bella, you need to be careful around Yelena. She’s manipulative, and she clearly knows how to twist situations in her favor p>
Bella’s expression shifted, her practiced innocence slipping into place with ease. “I appreciate the warning, Monica,” she said, her voice soft and meek. “But what can I really do? I’m not the Harris family’s biological daughter, after all p>
Monica’s gaze softened, a flicker of sympathy passing through her eyes.
She sighed and said, “I understand, Bella. That must be so hard for you p>
Bella tilted her head slightly, her eyes shimmering as if on the verge of tears. “It’s alright,” she said, managing a faint, bittersweet smile. “I’m thankful to the Harris family for everything. If it weren’t for them, I’d have been an orphan. They gave me a home, and for that, I’ll always be grateful p>
For a moment, both women were united in their shared frustration toward Yelena.
After Yelena and the two men left together, they decided to grab a late-night snack.
It was Austin’s idea—he wanted an excuse to spend more time with her.