She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 484

What was going on?

Why were these music producers, who usually prided themselves on their integrity and despised industry "casting couches," so fiercely protective of Loyce? They were even willing to kick him out on the spot just to defend her?

Loyce leaned back in her chair and looked calmly at Finn. "I won't favor Holt just because I know him. I have always been fair. The only thing that matters is if your voice can move me."

"Finn, are you competing for the lead singer spot or not?" the senior producer demanded. "If you are, sit down and wait your turn. If you aren't, the door is right there. Leave."

The woman Finn had written off as a "low-life" had instantly transformed into the judge holding his entire future in her hands. The psychological whiplash was staggering. It was even harder to swallow considering he had arrogantly told her to "turn herself in" just moments ago. Convinced that Loyce would rig the audition for Holt, Finn felt his composure completely shatter.

He glanced at the exit, then finally gritted his teeth and backed away to his seat. He had spent years brown-nosing Bianca and waiting in the shadows for this exact moment. He wasn't giving up now!

There were four candidates in total, including Holt, and they took turns performing.

Holt was slated to go last. As the other three finished their sets, Loyce sat with her headphones on, twirling a pen and occasionally jotting down notes on their files.

When Finn's voice filtered into Loyce's ears, the spinning pen in her hand paused for a fraction of a second, and she raised an eyebrow.

If Holt hadn't been standing right outside, she would have sworn this was him singing. This man named Finn had essentially cloned Holt from head to toe, right down to the exact vocal inflections.

Holt himself realized that Finn was deliberately mimicking his tone and technique. He felt a wave of sheer disbelief toward his former colleague. But he couldn't deny that Finn's performance was flawless; years of obsessive imitation had clearly paid off. Meanwhile, Holt's own newly healed vocal cords...

He touched his throat, a sudden spike of anxiety gripping him.

When the song ended, Finn felt incredibly smug about his performance. He looked straight at Loyce. "I hope you can deliver a fair verdict, Ms. Loyce. Don't disappoint the fans who love Apex, and don't disappoint the rest of us here."

Loyce didn't even look at him. She nodded at Holt. "You're up."

Holt stepped up to the microphone, regulated his breathing, and stood in silence for a moment. "Let's begin."

Every eye in the room locked onto him—especially Finn's, which were filled with blatant scrutiny and a sick anticipation of watching him fail.

Finn believed he was the only one in the room who knew the truth: Holt's vocal cords had been thoroughly destroyed due to delayed treatment. There was no way he could ever return to his former glory, and out of all the candidates here, no one could possibly outsing Finn.

The intro music slowly began to play.

When Holt opened his mouth and hit the very first note, the entire control room fell dead silent.

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