Joshua arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“Rachel, didn’t I offer before? I could have taken care of her for you, but you refused.”
Rachel’s expression stiffened.
He was right—he had made the offer, and she had turned it down. All she’d ever wanted was to win Haynes for herself. She wasn’t some heartless monster—why would she ever want blood on her hands?
But things were different now.
With Mr. Burton backing Stella, she had become untouchable. Even Joshua would struggle to go up against the Burtons and come out on top.
Maybe it was time to stop hesitating. Maybe Stella just needed to disappear, once and for all.
Rachel parted her lips, instinctively searching for some excuse. But when it came time to speak, not a single word made it out.
Things really had changed. Her heart was growing colder by the day.
Joshua watched her pale, troubled face and didn’t bother waiting for an answer. Whether she was kind or cruel—it made no difference to him.
He spoke up, his tone calm. “I can handle this for you. But before I do, there’s something I want to ask.”
Rachel hesitated. “What is it?”
Joshua fixed her with a look. His eyes, usually so clear, were now as dark and impenetrable as ink—cold, fathomless, impossible to read.
“Why is it, after all these years, you’ve never played anything quite like that piece from that night?”
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