Chapter 228

The crystal chandelier refracted dazzling light as Victoria Roscente descended the spiral staircase alone.

She stood gracefully at the center of the grand hall.

"Thank you all for attending today's high tea party," she said coolly. "I hope everyone enjoys themselves."

"Victoria, this piano is exquisite!" someone gasped in admiration.

Her fingertips glided over the crystal keys.

"A limited custom edition. Maestro Fredette personally secured it for me." A faint smile touched her lips. "Just over two million dollars."

A chorus of awed whispers rippled through the crowd.

Maestro Fredette's name carried legendary weight in the music world. The thirty-something prodigy had been hailed as the modern Beethoven, his career unblemished by defeat.

Until that private competition two years ago.

Rumors claimed Fredette had lost to a mysterious opponent and subsequently vanished. The truth remained shrouded in speculation.

As Fredette's youngest protégée, Victoria rarely competed but basked in reflected glory from her prestigious lineage.

Tonight, she had prepared a performance.

But every show needed its stage.

At Victoria's subtle cue, one of her close friends approached the piano.

"May I try?"

Permission granted, skilled fingers conjured a melodious tune. The technique was polished, the foundation evident.

As the final note faded, the friend suddenly turned to Vivian Laurent.

"Miss Laurent, since you're so talented in design, surely you play as well?"

Vivian chuckled.

"I'm afraid my playing would make you all feel inadequate."

The provocation struck its mark.

"Arrogant! You probably can't play at all!"

Victoria interjected smoothly, "Laney, don't embarrass Vivian." She addressed Vivian with saccharine concern, "We received elite training since childhood—quite different from your background. There's no shame in not knowing how to play."

Every syllable dripped venom.