NovelTrueChapter 479
Never turn down a free opportunity.
After exchanging a few words with her friends and giving Abby slast-minute instructions, Stella headed
toward the concert hall.
Once inside, she realized the entire event was tailored specifically for Rachel-a performance sponsored just for
her. In other words, everything revolved around Rachel; everyone else was simply there to make her shine.
Stella had expected as much. After all, with The O'Brien Group and The Wilkinson Group footing the bill, it was
obvious they wanted to put Rachel in the spotlight.
Just as Stella was about to look for Rachel, someone suddenly shouted, "Ms. Pearce is hurt!" Instant chaos
erupted backstage.
Stella asked around for details and quickly learned that, during the final rehearsal bow, one of the female
pianists had accidentally stepped on the train of Rachel's dress, causing Rachel to stumble and scrape her knee.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJasper glared furiously at the flustered pianist. His voice was cold and biting. "You did that on purpose, didn't
you? You kept messing up during rehearsal this morning, forcing Rachel to redo her parts over and over. Don't
think I don't know you're targeting her-everyone knows Rachel's health isn't great!"
The pianist stared at him, flabbergasted. "That's not true! Ms. Pearce was just off her gthis morning, it had
nothing to do with me. She was the one insisting on perfection, that's why we kept rehearsing."
Jasper ignored her protests. "Rachel's dedication is no excuse for you to bully her!"
"| wasn't-honestly, | wasn't trying to make things difficult for her. Besides, why would | have any reason to target
Ms. Pearce?"
Jasper sneered, "Oh, still denying it? Everyone can see how you hover around Haynes every the's here,
shamelessly trying to get his attention right in front of Rachel. Flirting with someone else's man in broad daylight
—have you no shame?"
Just then, a clear, commanding voice cut through the commotion.
"What's going on here?"
Jasper spun around, instantly deferring like a watchdog whose owner had just arrived. He recounted the events
with tic embellishments, painting the pianist as though she'd committed sunforgivable cragainst
Rachel.
"Haynes, just look-Rachel's leg is still bruised!"
Rachel, pale and shaken, tried to interject. "Haynes, I'm fine... It really was just an accident. She didn't mean to
Jasper's eyes filled with sympathy
as he gazed at Rachel's injured knee. "Rachel, you're too kind for your own good. There's plenty of space
there, but she just happened to step
on your dress? If that's not deliberate, what is?"
Without another word, Haynes lifted Rachel up from the floor. His tone was cool and final. "Replace the pianist."
The pianist's eyes widened in shock, and she nearly burst into tears. "Mr. O'Brien, please-l swear it wasn't on
purpose. Just giveanother chance!"
Haynes's voice was ice. "Step aside. Don't makerepeat myself."
Someone quickly pulled her out of Haynes's path, clearing the way as he carried Rachel out.
Once Haynes was gone, a stagehand leaned toward the pianist and whispered, "It's just a replacement. You can
always audition for another show. But if you cross Mr. O'Brien, you'll never work in this industry again."
Tears streamed down her face. "I spent four months competing for this role-four months! | finally made I it, and
now it's over... | swear, | never did anything to Ms. Pearce. Who in their right mind would dare mess with her?"
The stagehand lowered his voice. "I know you didn't, but remember last time, when you offered Mr. O'Brien a
drink? Maybe that's what rubbed them the wrong way."
"But | was just being polite! | even brought a cup for Ms. Pearce. There was nothing more to it—"
"I know. But if they decide they don't like you, what can you do? It's just bad luck, | guess."
The official concert hadn't even started, and already the chosen pianist-selected from hundreds of applicants-
was being replaced. Whispers rippled through the rehearsal hall.
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