Zion paused, then raised the scorecard. "Nine points."

The audience gasped, a buzz of conversation erupting. The highest score previously was eight, and everyone knew of Zion's rigorous judging. Ruby's nine points practically assured her victory. Was there any suspense left?

Nellie's glee was uncontainable, and Rebecca shot Yvette a smug look. Their unspoken thoughts: Why no reaction? Is she pretending? Let's see if she can maintain that nonchalant attitude.

Only Zachary regarded Yvette with concern. He couldn't fathom her piano skills—whether she possessed any at all, and if so, how proficient she might be. Deep down, however, he doubted she could defeat Ruby.

Zion looked at Ruby, who struggled to conceal her elation, and spoke softly. "Well done. You've made significant progress. The effort you've invested in Mr. Brooks' 'Dream' is evident. You've truly captured the piece's mood."

He continued, "I hope you always remember your approach to 'Dream' today. Only by staying true to yourself can you progress further in piano." Zion subtly emphasized the importance of attitude.

Dazed by the high score, Ruby, oblivious to Zion's comments, simply registered the fact that she'd achieved the highest score. She harbored another plan, determined to achieve something at this event. Success meant fulfilling her lifelong dream of joining Zion's studio.

Ruby clenched her fists, her ambition and desire plain in her eyes as she stared directly at Zion. "Mr. Holmes, do you think my performance warrants consideration for your studio?"

Zion frowned, his expression hardening. He hadn't anticipated such a blatant tactic.

Remaining composed, he replied, "Ms. Scott, my studio holds annual assessments. If interested, you may apply. The instructors will then assess your suitability. For now, let's focus on the competition."

Ruby gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms. She'd performed well; Zion had even praised her. Why the refusal? Why the need for further review? She knew Zion held ultimate authority. He simply wasn't willing to offer her an immediate opportunity.

Forcing a smile, aware of her inability to confront Zion directly, she conceded gracefully, aware of the audience's presence. "All right, Mr. Holmes."

After Ruby's departure, all eyes turned to the first row. Silence hung in the air. Why the delay?

Bonnte whispered, "Yve, it's your turn."

Yvette, still slightly sleepy, opened her eyes and yawned.

Rebecca and others were speechless. This was a competition, not a casual game. Was Yvette's nonchalance a calculated act?

Even Jaiden was surprised by Yvette's composure, questioning whether it stemmed from genuine confidence or calculated performance.

He glanced at Simon and cautiously inquired, "You're quite interested in Yvette, aren't you?"

Their long friendship concealed secrets. Lewis Group's investment in chip research was only part of it. Yvette's identity as "S" was top secret, James having repeatedly warned her to keep it concealed. Regardless of her aspirations, she was destined for national recognition as a highly protected talent.

Simon distrusted Jaiden's business acumen and couldn't allow any unforeseen event to befall Yvette. He waved his hand dismissively. "The girl merely caught my eye."

Jaiden remained doubtful. What could a Chambers family girl from the countryside possibly offer? He attributed Simon's attention to Yvette's quirky personality.

Yvette lazily rolled up her sleeves, tilting her head. Her gaze was cold and calm. Her nonchalant walk onto the stage, bathed in the following stage lights, drew attention.

A slight annoyance flickered as she noted the spotlight's unwavering focus. Beyond the competition, who wouldn't linger on such beauty? It was clear that attractive contestants received preferential treatment. Unlike previous performers, the lights had illuminated her before she even reached the piano.

Under the lights, her flawless features drew gasps. Her gaze, both rebellious and alluring, captivated the audience.

She casually pressed a few keys; the sound acceptable given the piano's beginner level.

Ruby, in the audience, felt disdain. Zion, however, watched with anticipation.

The host felt awkward. The impromptu nature of the performances, an idea conceived by Ruby and the student council to heighten suspense, meant there was no set order. Expecting Yvette to change backstage, she hadn't pressed for her piece.

Yvette's casual sportswear was unprecedented. The host hesitantly asked, "Ms. Zeller, what piece will you perform?"

Yvette's gaze was distant, her voice soft yet clear. "Dream."

"Ms. Zeller will bring us…'Dream'?" The host's mind blanked. Wasn't that Ruby's piece? "Ms. Zeller, which 'Dream'?"

Yvette's annoyance was palpable. "Dream by Bryan."

The auditorium erupted. Ruby shot up. Had Yvette lost her mind? The same piece?

Gasps and comments filled the air. "Did she choose the same piece? Dream? Pinch me!" "She's daring! Ruby scored a nine!" "She's over her head." "Remember Frixyia…"

Zion, surprised, cleared his throat. "Ms. Zeller, let's begin."