“So Michael was the composer. How could he possibly plagiarize work by a kid?”
“I bet the girl must have plagiarized Michael's melody upon hearing how great it is.”
“People nowadays sure have poor character.”
The audience, gladly enjoying the drama, began making various comments.
Michael finally grasped the situation.
That girl onstage plagiarized Sounds of Ranging Winds!
He glanced at Charlotte, then asked in a patronizing tone, “Girl, you could've contacted me if you liked the pieces I composed. As long as you have an authorization letter, you can absolutely perform it in a competition. Why must you plagiarize?”
His words painted Charlotte as a plagiarizer.
Charlotte never knew people could be that shameless.
Although she wanted to retort with a smirk, just like how Ashlyn would, she seemed to lack Ashlyn's dominance and was more on the soft side.
Even when she countered, she countered in a whisper, “I didn't plagiarize your work.”
She absolutely did not do that.
While she wished to stand up for herself confidently, her heart was thumping so hard while the voice in her head seemed to be luring her back in. Come back. Don't go outside...
She wanted to rid herself of the limitations, but the voice seemed to be stalking her as it constantly rang in her ear.
Her mind was blank, and the voice only ever grew in intensity and dominance.
“She couldn't have plagiarized this. If you want to make such a claim, you'll have to present evidence to prove that you composed the piece.”
Without warning, a husky voice rang throughout the theater.
The crowd turned to look in the direction where the voice came from. At the same time, a lean man stood up slowly from his seat. He had handsome facial features and an aura that radiated warmth and heat like the sun on a summer beach.
Joseph Field?
Someone recognized the man.
All of them were quite surprised.
Joseph was the mayor's son and was notorious for his terrifyingly tactlessness.
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