She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 129

A shadow crossed Sybil’s face. “Why would Loyce enter the competition at a time like this? Is she planning to use it to clear her name?”

‘That’s a real possibility,” Yuna mused. “Does that mean you and Loyce will face off on stage?”

Yuna had a point. Sybil quickly made her excuses and hung up, mmediately telling Alicia that Loyce had entered the competition.

‘Mom, Loyce is going to use the Steinway competition to vindicate herself. What should I do?”

Alicia’s expression hardened at her daughter’s lack of confidence. “I hired a private piano tutor for you before you could even walk. You’ve dedicated your entire life to this. Don’t tell me you’re backing down now ɔecause of Loyce. Do you really think you can’t beat someone with no ormal training?”

Sybil blushed, stammering, “But Mom, Loyce is incredibly skilled. I don’t <now… maybe it’s because I didn’t inherit the direct Lonsdale genes…”

Genes?” Alicia scoffed. “If we’re talking about genes, your father may not De Gordon’s son, but he’s his brother’s. He has Lonsdale blood, and what s he but a useless waste?”

Sybil didn’t dare say a word as her mother disparaged her father, simply owering her head.

Seeing her daughter’s distress, Alicia sighed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Listen to me. This has nothing to do with genes. Loyce got lucky. She used your inspiration to create that one good piece. At the end of the day, it was your talent that made her shine. You are far more gifted than she is.”

Finally, a flicker of confidence returned to Sybil. She clutched Alicia’s sleeve. “Mom, I want to compete. I want to beat Loyce. Help me.”

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Alicia hugged her tighter, pleased. “Of course I’ll help you, dear.”

That evening, Loyce was at her desk sorting through emails when her phone rang. It was Ronan.

“Calling me this late?” she asked.

Ronan was one of the organizers of the Steinway competition. He was nearly seventy, a member of the Englorian royal family, and a musician himself.

His voice was tinged with excitement. “I just heard you’re planning to publicly debut the complete score of that fragmented classical piece you acquired. You’ve fully restored it?”

‘Yes, it took some time, but I’ve pieced it all together,” Loyce replied coolly.

‘I thought you’d never let it see the light of day. And you’re even willing to perform it as a judge for the closing ceremony?” Ronan continued. “This year’s contestants are incredibly lucky. They’ll get to see the face of the famous X.”

Loyce smiled faintly. “It’s purely out of necessity.”

‘Well, it’s settled then. You can’t back out at the last minute.”

‘Don’t worry,” Loyce assured him. “I’ll be there as a judge.”

After hanging up, Loyce unwrapped a lollipop and popped it into her mouth before opening her dark web email to check her messages,

Hugo had sent an update. The Navy had recovered some of the weapon fragments and was analyzing them. They might hire specialists to reverse–engineer the technology, which could cost their arms factory a future contract.

Loyce wasn’t concerned. She had sold numerous shipments to the

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northern countries; imitations were bound to exist. But none had ever replicated the performance of her original designs. Her core technology couldn’t be copied.

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