Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 789

Chapter 789

[No! Sharon is not only beautiful but full of grace. If she can never play the violin again, what a tragedy that would be!]

[Heaven and earth, please, don’t let it be one of Harry’s two choices.]

As the live chat erupted with fervent speculation, the host reached into the box and drew a slip of paper.

He unfolded it, glanced down, and his face went pale.

Gaze.

It wasn’t just difficult-it was harder than Echoes of the Wind. Among the “Devil’s

Trilogy,” Gaze was the most brutal of all.

If the host hadn’t drawn one of Sharon’s submissions, so be it. But of all possibilities, why

did it have to be this one?

This time, Sharon was in real danger.

The host nearly tore the paper in half to draw again, but under so many watchful eyes, he

had no choice but to announce it, his voice heavy with dread.

“The piece to be performed by Sharon and Harry… is Gaze.”

The once-quiet hall exploded into noise, like a marketplace in full uproar.

Some cursed Harry outright. Others shouted encouragement for Sharon. But most voices

carried the same tone-pity for the gifted young woman, strikingly beautiful and immensely talented, now staring down impossible odds.

“Sigh, Harry really is a destroyer of prodigies. Another rising star is about to fall.”

Harry glanced at the host’s slip, then turned toward Sharon with a smile.

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“What a shame, Sharon. None of your choices were chosen. I wonder… have you ever even practiced Gaze before?

“For fairness’ sake, I’ll perform first. That way, you can study the score a little before your turn. Of course…”

He paused, his smile deepening with mockery. “If you’d rather not humiliate yourself twice, you’re free to surrender now. Losing to me isn’t shameful. No one would laugh at you for that. Don’t worry, I won’t make you kneel and bark like a dog. You’ll just need to honor the terms of our wager.”

Sharon shot him a single glance, then ignored him completely. Instead, she addressed the host.

“Since Harry wishes to play first, let him. I’ll step backstage to prepare.”

Back in the greenroom, she unlocked her storage case and drew out Shaluna.

Every competition, she brought two violins with her. Yet she almost always relied on her own “Nameless,” rarely touching this heirloom.

Her fingers brushed across its strings, coaxing out a note so pure it shimmered through the room like liquid light.

A gentle knock came at the door. John stepped inside.

When he saw the instrument in her hands, he froze. His lips parted as if to speak, but in the end, he said nothing.

Because he understood-Harry had crossed a line.

Sharon was furious.

And when she was furious, she was terrifying.

At her peak, she could perform at one hundred percent of her ability. But in anger, she had once shown him two hundred percent. In all their years together, he had seen her like this

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Yes-Harry hadn’t just insulted him. He had insulted her mother, Shayla.

And Harry was precisely the kind of man Sharon despised most: one who shattered the dreams of countless prodigious violinists.

John approached her. “For this performance… do you mean to use Shaluna?”

Sharon nodded. “Mhm. I want to defeat Harry with it. For you-and for my mother-that

will carry deeper meaning.”

Her voice was soft, her tone calm, as if she were merely commenting on the weather.

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