She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 477

Inside the RV.

Renee lounged gracefully in a plush leather captain's chair, positioned slightly higher than Loyce. She held an iPad, her sharp eyes thoroughly assessing the breathtaking, unapologetically striking woman in front of her. "This is the first time Lucian has ever asked me for a favor. Are you his girlfriend?"

Outside, Lucian's hand froze on the door handle. He paused, holding his breath to listen.

Loyce, sitting on a smaller stool, matched Renee's gaze while casually observing the luxurious interior of the motorhome. "Does he have another one?"

Renee raised an eyebrow. "A guy on death's door probably doesn't have the energy for multiples."

"Oh." Loyce gave a small nod. "He's not going to die."

Renee pushed. "So you really are his girlfriend?"

"Yes."

Renee stared at her for two solid seconds. Then she turned her head and slapped the wall of the RV. "Hey, you outside. How long were you planning on eavesdropping?"

Loyce glanced toward the entrance.

The door swung open, and Lucian stepped inside, carrying the takeout bags. He tried to press his lips into a neutral line, but the profound, smug joy radiating from his face was impossible to hide. He locked eyes with Loyce for a long moment before looking at Renee. "How did you know I was out there?"

Renee waved her iPad at him. "I have exterior security cameras, genius." She then peeked into the takeout bags and frowned. "Burgers and beers? You know I'm on a strict diet, right?"

"They aren't for you." Lucian dumped the entire haul in front of Loyce. "I bought them for my girlfriend."

Renee rolled her eyes so hard they almost got stuck. A second later, Lucian pulled a pristine, organic salad out of a separate compartment and tossed it to her. "I got this for you."

Mollified, Renee opened the container and immediately got down to business. "Look, I get it. You're older, you snagged a gorgeous younger girl, and you're thinking with your ego right now. I'm happy to do you a solid. But the Bloomberry brand is an absolute PR nightmare right now. If you want me to walk the runway at the Nexus Design showcase, fine, I'll do it. But asking me to be the face of the brand and do a massive promotional tour? Absolutely not."

Wearing an ugly dress for five minutes on a runway wouldn't destroy her career. But "Bloomberry" had become a national punchline—the ultimate symbol of a brainless, spoiled heiress burning money on a garbage brand while bullying her own team. Renee was incredibly protective of her pristine reputation and refused to let that kind of toxic sludge stick to her name.

"Why don't you look at this before you make your final decision?"

Loyce pulled Giselle Turner's design portfolio from her bag and slid it across the table.

Renee casually flipped open the first folder, titled *Spring's Awakening*. She froze. The bored, condescending look completely vanished from her face.

She wasn't just an actress; she was an artist and a musician. She considered herself a viciously harsh critic of aesthetics. But this collection...

Loyce didn't completely rewrite the song. Instead, utilizing a terrifyingly instinctual musical genius, she extracted the brilliant but buried fragments of inspiration from Renee's chaotic draft and wove them together. What had been sluggish and muddy became soaring and effortless. Harsh, awkward key changes were smoothed out with a few breathtaking transitional chords. In seconds, the entire piece was resurrected, breathing with a vibrant, agonizingly beautiful life.

Renee was paralyzed. Her brain was completely hijacked by the sheer perfection of the sound. She caught herself muttering out loud, "That's exactly what I wanted... that's the exact sound I've been chasing."

The music stopped. Loyce lifted her hands and looked back at her, her voice casual. "Your core concept is flawless. You were just overthinking the bridge and forcing a climax that wasn't there. A few minor adjustments pull the whole thing together."

"I saved that arrangement to your keyboard's memory." Loyce walked back to her stool, sat down, and took a sip of her latte. "You can build the rest of the track around that framework."

Renee instantly dropped her too-cool-for-school Hollywood attitude. She looked at Lucian with an expression of sheer, unadulterated awe. "Your girlfriend is a musical prodigy? Why didn't you lead with that?!"

Lucian looked entirely too pleased with himself. "You didn't ask."

Renee felt like an absolute idiot for how she had acted. The girl sitting in front of her possessed a once-in-a-generation gift! Renee had never in her life met someone who could glance at a trashed draft, instantly diagnose the problem, and elevate the entire composition to a Grammy-tier masterpiece on the fly!

She wasn't just talented; she was a literal god of music!

Renee grabbed her plush leather captain's chair, shoved it directly in front of Loyce, forced her to sit in it, and then dropped down onto the tiny wooden stool herself. Her eyes were practically sparkling with worship. "That ten-second edit just turned my garbage into gold. Master Loyce... do you take students?"