My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 207

Emily Blair pressed on. “The piano was just fine before me, but somehow broke when it was my turn. That means only the contestant before me could have done it.”

She looked straight at the judges. “And that contestant—the one I helped mend a dress for—was Catherine Reed, wasn’t it?”

Emily wondered: would a woman who clearly disliked her suddenly turn friendly and even speak up on her behalf after Emily did her that small favor? It didn’t seem likely.

There was another possibility, of course. Catherine could have used Emily’s goodwill as a smokescreen, making herself look innocent while setting Emily up.

Behind her, Alex White let out a low laugh. “Well, Emily Blair, maybe you’re not quite as clueless as everyone thinks. You’ve got some brains after all.”

He leaned in, his smile growing sharper. “But unfortunately, you have no proof. And without proof, all you’ve got is slander.”

As for Catherine Reed, a look at the security footage would be all it took to catch her tampering with the piano. But right now, Emily had nothing tying Alex White to Catherine’s sabotage. If there was evidence, it probably wouldn’t be hard to find—just check if Catherine or her friends suddenly got a suspicious deposit, or acquired some new asset out of nowhere.

But with Alex’s connections, any such trail would be buried deep, nearly impossible to find. Even if someone started investigating, the truth probably wouldn’t come out until long after the competition ended.

The next round was about to begin; Emily didn’t have the time or energy to call the police or launch an investigation. And even if she managed to dig up the truth, would it really touch someone like Alex White, with his family’s wealth and influence?

She had already made it through the preliminaries, already secured her spot in the semifinals. Whatever dirty tricks Alex had planned hadn’t worked—so she saw no point in obsessing over this any longer.

But letting it go didn’t mean she’d forgive or forget.

She couldn’t get justice from Alex White over this, but there were still other ways to get even.

“I don’t have any proof,” Emily said calmly.

She turned, locking her gaze on Alex. Her eyes were icy.

“But—”

Alex White was, at heart, the kind of man who fell hard for love. He’d gone to medical school for Isabella Austin, followed her abroad for years, and only came back because he missed her too much. For Alex White, nothing mattered more than his feelings for Isabella.

And Isabella was his one glaring weakness.

Without another word, Emily opened her phone and tapped the voice recorder. Isabella’s voice came pouring out, clear as day.

“Andrew, are you jealous?”

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