My Extraordinary Wife

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Chapter 732

Seated with the rest of the judging committee, Ashlyn suddenly felt a pair of sharp eyes looking at her from a

distance.

She looked up and caught Lucas' deep eyes falling upon her.

Glancing away quickly to placate her accelerating heartbeat, Ashlyn's gaze landed on Hera again just as the other

four judges had decided upon their scores.

After the host reported her average score, Hera felt a weight lifted off her shoulders.

Good thing that it wasn't averaged out over five. Only four judges should improve my odds.

Caleb's voice sounded again. “Your skills are very good, but you are too technical. We couldn't feel your passion for

the piano. Being too stiff will prevent you from really throwing yourself in and becoming one with the piano.”

Ryan added after allowing space for applause, “Well said, Mr. Powell. I have nothing else to add, except that I hope

you'll act with more decency in the future.”

How humiliating that was to have the flaws in your character pointed out in public like that!

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Seated with the rest of the audience, Sisley's face turned pale with anger.

“Mr. Yates is clearly aware of the relationship between us. So Why would he say something like that, Ms. Canter?”

Mary froze for a moment as she did not dare say Ryan did not know Hera at all. “My brother is a straightforward

person,” she said with deliberate vagueness after a pause. “All artists are inherently bad-tempered.”

A male contestant took the stage after Hera. His scores were mediocre, and certainly not as high as hers.

Olivia was next. Throughout her wait, Charlotte stayed with her the entire time.

The two of them have hitherto remained silent since Ashlyn left.

The inexplicable atmosphere laced with awkwardness only fueled Charlotte to zip her mouth shut.

Being usually at a loss for words as she was, she found herself even more so when she needs them the most.

Olivia was also rather awkward. She suddenly felt very stupid upon recollecting that she used to like Lochlan and

hate Charlotte.

Even more so, when I compare myself to Ashlyn. I have been a fool in the past. In fact, I'm not so different from

women like Hera.

Self-righteous and aloof, the way she used to be made her embarrassed.

The things she had done made her feel especially ashamed.

“Good luck,” Charlotte muttered before Olivia took the stage.

Olivia's heart trembled at the kindness in Charlotte's voice as she gazed back at the latter. “I'm sorry for the past. I

don't expect you to forgive me, but I feel ashamed about it. However, that doesn't mean that I'll give up on Lochlan.

I still like him. We'll compete for him fairly.”

Charlotte smiled sweetly. “I don't like Uncle Lochlan that way. You must have misunderstood me; I've only seen him

as an uncle. I like someone else.”

Olivia gaped at Charlotte.

What did she say? She doesn't like Lochlan?

Before she could spare the revelation any further thought, the program director's voice sounded from the

speakers, alerting her that her presence was expected on stage.

To the crowd's surprise, Olivia began playing a famous song by Jonathan as soon as she took her seat.

During his debut some years ago, Jonathan stunned the audience by accompanying himself on the piano. The song

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he performed that night became an instant hit.

The song Jonathan played and sang was a composition of Snowstorm.

His cover went viral and was ubiquitous for a while. Despite the public's familiarity, it was still an intricate and

technical piece for most.

The piece was meant to inspire nationalistic fervor. It told a story about the glorious return of a soldier to the

country he fought for but found his heart full of tragedy as he became haunted by his recurrent nightmares of the

battlefield.

The song placed a heavy emphasis on rhythm, especially the battlefield part. If the agitation and tragedy on the

battlefield were not properly conveyed, the performance would fall completely apart.

However, Olivia's relentless practice at home had not been in vain.

With her head slightly bowed, a series of gentle arpeggios flowed from under her fingers.

Everybody, from the audience to the stage hands, was transfixed by the near-perfect performance.

Olivia stood up as the last notes rang.

As if snapping out of a dream, the crowd shook themselves slightly before incessant applause filled the auditorium

like a tide.

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