She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 117

The audience members who initially thought Sybil’s performance was beautiful now began to discern the true difference. Those with a trained ear started whispering among themselves.

"This is a world of difference! It sounds like a completely different piece. The pauses, the transitions—it's night and day. I think Ms. Lonsdale's version is far better!"

"Ms. Seabrook's felt like a clumsy imitation..."

"No wonder something felt off..."

Logan, no longer concerned with Sybil's feelings, could hear the difference clearly. He slapped the armrest in excitement. "This is it! This is the impact I was looking for! I knew something was missing! This is right! This is perfect!"

When the final note faded, the hall was plunged into a brief, profound silence before erupting into thunderous applause.

Loyce rose gracefully and spoke softly to the ashen-faced Sybil, "When you were stealing my sheet music, you didn't notice I made subtle changes to every transition and the order of the measures, did you? Honestly, Sybil, you can't even steal properly. What kind of musician are you?"

The words were meant only for Sybil, and the color drained from her face. Her lips trembled, knowing that the perfect self-promotion she had orchestrated had just been utterly dismantled by Loyce.

Struggling to maintain her composure, Sybil forced a strained smile and spoke into the microphone with a semblance of grace. "Loyce, I'm truly impressed. You play beautifully."

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