My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 262

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The video Emily Blair had shown him felt like a slap across the face.

Had he really misjudged Emily Blair after all?

Impossible. He’d watched her every move during the preliminary round—he’d seen her entire performance, start to finish. There was no way Emily Blair could play at the level shown in that video. Absolutely no way.

Larry Mitchell’s gaze flickered with doubt.

Wait—maybe the video Emily gave him was dubbed in post-production. The piano in the video might not even be her playing.

The thought brought a wave of relief. That had to be it. There was no way Emily Blair’s skills could improve overnight; she had to be tricking him.

Larry’s eyes darkened.

He hadn’t expected Emily Blair to be this cunning. He’d nearly fallen for her act. Thankfully…

Suddenly, his thoughts screeched to a halt as he noticed the camcorder in Emily Blair’s hands.

Minutes ticked by in silence. Larry didn’t say a word. In fact, the expression on his face probably made it clear that he neither believed her nor wanted to accept her explanation. But Emily Blair wasn’t in any hurry.

She trusted that Larry Mitchell would, for once, make the smart choice and do the right thing.

Just then, the door opened. A security guard came in and handed the camcorder to Emily.

She smiled. “Thank you.”

Larry stared at the familiar device, his mind going blank for a moment. “How is the camcorder here?”

Emily raised her eyebrows. “You mean this?”

She’d actually noticed Larry leaving something in the corner backstage during the performance. She’d guessed it was a camcorder, and it turned out she was right.

So before coming here, she’d asked security to retrieve it.

Larry clearly hadn’t had time to get it himself.

He watched as Emily pressed a few buttons on the camcorder, and suddenly flared up. “Emily, don’t even think about deleting the footage. The video’s already synced to my computer. Erasing it here won’t do you any good, and there’s no way it could be dubbed over!”

Emily shot him a mocking glance. “Who said I was going to delete it?”