Chapter 422
Chapter 422:
Meanwhile, Sonya sat still, her gaze fixed on the masked violinist. There was something about her—a sense of familiarity that tugged at her memory. She frowned, searching her thoughts, trying to place where she’d seen this woman before. Yet, the answer eluded her, lingering just out of reach.
Sonya’s eyes instinctively followed Yelena as she left the stage, her curiosity piqued.
After a moment of hesitation, she rose from her seat and made her way toward the backstage area.
Reaching the entrance, Sonya found herself blocked by security. Without a pass, she was barred from proceeding.
Undeterred, Sonya quickly fabricated a story. “I’m Yelena’s friend,” she said smoothly. “She asked me to bring her something p>
It was a gamble, but to her surprise, the security guard nodded and stepped aside, as though her claim was entirely believable. For a moment, Sonya froze, but she composed herself quickly, her expression shifting as she stepped into the backstage corridor.
Could it really be Yelena?
The performance she had just witnessed was extraordinary, and the masked violinist’s skill unmistakable.
But this couldn’t be the same Yelena she remembered, who should have had nothing special to offer at all.
It didn’t make sense. Even after returning to the Harris family, how could Yelena transform so dramatically in such a short time? How could she master such intricate music and captivate an audience so effortlessly?
It couldn’t be Yelena. It just wasn’t possible.
𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣
Sonya prowled the backstage area, her eyes scanning the crowd with determination.
At last, Sonya spotted the familiar figure weaving through the throng. Her heart skipped a beat as she moved closer. Yelena, now dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, passed by and nodded to other performers in acknowledgment.
The exchange was too distant for Sonya to overhear, so she edged forward, straining to catch snippets of the interaction. As she drew nearer, a staff member approached Yelena, holding out a small object.
“Yelena, is this yours?” they asked, holding up a flash drive.
Yelena paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she examined the flash drive. It wasn’t hers, and yet, her initials emblazoned on it gave her pause.
Strange.
But in an instant, the pieces fell into place, and her expression softened. “I know whose it is,” she said smoothly. “I’ll make sure they get it p>
“Thanks,” the staff member replied, handing it over.
As Yelena was about to tuck the flash drive into her pocket, her peripheral vision caught a familiar figure—Sonya, standing at a distance, watching her intently.
Sonya didn’t flinch at being noticed. Instead, she stormed forward, her voice sharp and accusing. “Yelena! You’re cheating, aren’t you? You had someone prepare audio for you to fake your performance, didn’t you?” Her tone was filled with righteous fury. “No wonder your performance earlier sounded too perfect, like it came straight from a CD! It was! That’s your trick! You’re just shameless p>
The accusations hung in the air, drawing the attention of a few nearby onlookers. But Yelena, far from flustered, seemed more amused than anything. She tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“Say whatever you want,” she replied coolly. “If you have evidence, go ahead and report me p>
Her calm dismissal only enraged Sonya further. When Yelena casually slipped the flash drive into her pocket, Sonya lunged forward, shouting, “Trying to hide the evidence, huh?” Yelena sidestepped with ease, her movements quick and precise.
But Sonya wasn’t deterred. Fueled by indignation, she chased after Yelena, her hands outstretched, determined to snatch the flash drive.
Just then, some people carrying a speaker walked by, carefully maneuvering through the crowded backstage area.