Little did she anticipate that her covert endeavor would be laid bare in such a manner.

The Musicians' Association's representative's anxiety reached its peak as Clare remained unreachable, even after the fifth attempt.

“What's our next move? Miss Jenkins, Mr. Clarkson, Clare's dodging my calls. How on earth will we find a fitting replacement for the solo now?"

The Musicians’ Association representative, drowning in anxiety, pivoted toward Maria and Atwood with an expression shadowed by despair.

"No need to fret." Maria gently patted the representative from the Musicians' Association on the shoulder.

"I believe we've discovered a suitable replacement.”

"Oh... Really? Who might that be?"

Hearing this, the representative grew perplexed.

How could Maria work so swiftly? Who could this individual be? Was this individual capable of stepping in for Clare?

Before he could inquire further, Atwood had already taken Cara by the arm.

“Cara, this copy of the music score is yours, right? Are you well- acquainted with this musical composition?”

Instantly, Atwood's words sent shockwaves through the room!

Cara's shyness was evident. Her face turned crimson. She timidly shook her head and whispered, "I... I... I'm just playing it for enjoyment. I'm not particularly familiar with it..."

At this point, the representative grasped the situation.

Were Maria and Atwood truly earnest in this endeavor? Did they genuinely intend for Cara to step into Clare's shoes? Was she up to the task?

"Mr. Clarkson, Miss Jenkins, is this some kind of joke?" The representative expressed his doubts.

Nevertheless, Atwood raised the music score and spoke firmly.

"I've perused these papers briefly, and it seems they've been practiced extensively. This implies Cara must have diligently rehearsed the entire composition!"

Maria concurred with a smile, "Furthermore, Cara has meticulously annotated every passage and phrase. It's evident she put in tremendous effort to master the score."

Encouraged by Maria's and Atwood's praise, Cara's anxiety transformed into excitement. Finally, she mustered the courage to raise her head.

The representative, being a seasoned violinist himself, upon hearing this, promptly retrieved several pages from Atwood's grasp. After scrutinizing them, he eventually accepted their claims.

“Well... Cara, are you pursuing a graduate degree in Ancient Zither performance?"

Cara nodded humbly.

"Yes."