Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 502

Wasn’t Clark spoiling her enough? Not enough for her? Needed to come here and steal the limelight too? She’s really going to use her pseudonym to beat these students? Shameless! What’s the point if she wins like that? Empty victory!

Upon seeing members of Summerfield College’s talent team resting nearby, the students of Westerly College immediately felt a sense of unease and tension.

After all, Summerfield College was one of the top universities in the country. Compared to them, Westerly College seemed somewhat inferior.

Worse yet, the two schools’ rest areas were adjacent, creating an inexplicable sense of tension and psychological pressure.

Rosemary scanned everyone. "Everyone, take a moment to rest in your own space and adjust your mindset. The competition will start in twenty minutes."

One girl in a white dress couldn’t help but say, "Rosemary, I’m a little nervous."

"Me too," another girl in a black gown anxiously piped up. "I’ve been studying piano for five years, but students from music colleges are competing. I’m afraid I’ll be utterly defeated as soon as I perform."

Before she could fully express her anxiety, a mocking voice interrupted.

"You dared to embarrass yourself after only five years of practice? I’ve been playing piano since I was three—fifteen years now—and I wouldn’t dare to enter a piano competition."

The speaker was Emma, a music major from Summerfield College. Her fingers fell on the nearby piano keys, playing a famous piece with a showy display of her speed and skill.

The students from Westerly College listened in stunned silence, their faces burning with embarrassment. They hadn’t expected her to be so good.

They should never have entered the competition.

They were not only bringing trouble upon themselves but also embarrassing Westerly College.

After Emma finished playing, the students from Summerfield College applauded and praised her performance.

The students from Westerly College remained silent, not one making a sound.

"Fifteen years of practice, and you still hit a wrong note, yet you dare to criticize others?" Rosemary’s lips curved into a smirk as she spoke casually. "You didn’t even interpret half of the piece’s emotion. Your fifteen years might not even be worth someone else’s five."

Everyone present was shocked at her words. Even the students from Westerly College looked at Rosemary with admiration in their eyes.

Emma made a mistake? And Rosemary actually caught it? Incredible!

"Wait, I didn’t hear any mistakes," someone from Summerfield College said.

"I’ve been learning the piano for ten years. If Emma made a mistake, I would have noticed it."

"Emma is the pride of Summerfield College’s music department. There’s no way she would make such a basic mistake."

"Emma, did you?"

Emma, eager to show off her skills to everyone, had indeed accidentally hit a wrong note. She thought her speed could cover it up, as the incorrect and correct notes were extremely similar. Even a music professor wouldn’t notice unless they listened carefully.

But Rosemary had managed to identify her mistake in such a short time.

Could Rosemary’s piano skills be even more advanced than hers?

"Emma, did you make a mistake just now, or is she slandering you? If she is, I demand an immediate apology."

"Emma, why aren’t you saying anything?"

"Your face looks a bit pale."

Ignoring the chatter around her, Emma quietly returned to her seat.

The folks of Summerfield College always seemed to carry a certain air of pride in their bones, perpetually looking down on others. Even when they were in the wrong, they would never admit it.

"So someone messed up their performance earlier?" someone from Westerly College began to jeer.

"With that arrogant, self-important air about you, I thought you were something special. But this is all you’ve got?"

"So the musical genius of Summerfield College isn’t all that after all."

This provoked the Summerfield crowd, who began to retort:

"Who are you talking about?"

Westerly College fired back:

"Whoever the cap fits. It seems the top-notch students the prestigious college churns out are all hot-headed and impatient. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your cafeteria only serves jalapeños because everyone seems to be on a short fuse."

Summerfield College retaliated:

"Do you have any proof that Emma messed up? If not, you’d best apologize to her right now, or we, the people of Summerfield College, will not let this slide."

Westerly College:

"The top scorer says Emma messed up, so she messed up."

"Enough! Can’t you ever stop?" Emma could no longer hold back and snapped at them. "Would you all please shut up?"

She was tired of hearing them repeatedly bring up her mistake.

Serena, who was standing on the side, was left speechless by the whole spectacle.

Rosemary was Maestro Melody. If she said Emma messed up, then she definitely did. She was a master pianist, for crying out loud!

Even if they couldn’t recognize Rosemary as a master, Emma’s reaction should have been enough. Yet, they were oblivious and insensitively making a spectacle of themselves.

Serena was exasperated but tried her best to stay under the radar, not wanting to draw Rosemary’s attention. Rosemary was known for not giving face to anyone. It would be a huge embarrassment if she exposed Serena’s fake rich girl act in this large crowd.

The crowd fell silent once again, until surprise gasps erupted from the Summerfield College group.

"Nancy Austin, your family is something else. Another $3 million for a piece by Ms. Mirabelle?"

"Wow, this painting is incredible."

"Is $3 million just pocket change for the Austin family?"

"They’re so rich."

Mirabelle was a master artist renowned in the art world. She was highly respected in the art world. With her exquisite painting skills, fluid strokes, and bold creations, she single-handedly elevated the art of painting to new heights.

Every piece of her work achieved a balance of form and spirit, filled with life and vitality. She was a significant figure in the art world, admired by many.

"Mirabelle is my favorite artist, bar none." Nancy smiled gently and said, "My parents know how much I love her work, so they try to acquire her pieces for me whenever they can. This is her latest work, Mountain River. Her technique is simply incomparable."

The crowd admired the new piece on her phone, nodding in agreement.

"Yes, capturing the spirit and form—which are the most challenging aspects of a painting—she does it so well. Truly admirable."

"Other artists either lack in expression or fail to capture the spirit. But with Mirabelle’s work, not only is the style refreshing, but it’s also distinctively personal. I’m one of her fans, too."

"Your parents are so good to you, helping you collect Mirabelle’s work. They’re like the perfect parents."

"My parents don’t seem to be like yours."