Alpha Amanda's Love Adventure (By Aurora Grey) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 Avi’s Help?

Amanda’s POV:

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“What happened to Alan?” I pressed, my fingers instinctively tightening around the hem of my uniform-Alan was a peace ambassador for the Howlstead Foreign Affairs Department. Anything that happened to him was never small

Jennifer swept her gaze around, lowering her voice.

“It’s his newest cultural-promotion video. You know how well he’s been doing as a peace ambassador-last month’s grassland culture promo blew up all over Instagram.

“But yesterday, someone dug up that the core background track in the video is extremely similar in style to a work by the musician Avi, who once went viral across Howlstead.” Jennifer paused, her tone grave.

“Avi’s fans started tearing into him on Instagram. The hashtag #AlanGetOutOfForeign Affairs shot to global trending in half a day. The views have already broken 300 million. The Foreign Affairs Department still hasn’t made a statement. Public opinion is about to explode.”

My heart jolted. How could this happen…

Alan’s POV:

Inside the Foreign Affairs Department’s dedicated office area, my assistant, Johnny, paced around my desk in circles.

“Alan, say something! What the hell is going on with that track? The Foreign Affairs elder just called-if you can’t resolve this, they’re pulling your peace ambassador title!”

I leaned back on the couch, pinching the bridge of my nose, silent.

The first half of that track-I wrote it myself. Three months of late nights to fit border folk traditions, weaving in the bleakness of ancient werewolf melodies. But last month, in the draft on my office desktop, a revised second half suddenly appeared.

That revised version fused the ancient melody with modern rhythm. It hit harder.

I had the Foreign Affairs music consultants evaluate it, and they all praised it as “a perfect carrier for cultural export.” That was why I felt safe using it in the promo. Who would’ve thought it would be branded as “plagiarism.”

“Johnny… The second half of that track wasn’t written by me,” I finally spoke, my threaded with exhaustion.

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Johnny stopped dead, swore under his breath. “Are you insane? Why didn’t you say

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“I only used the revised version after I found it. The first half is absolutely my original. I rubbed my temples. “Back then, I just thought the edit was brilliant. I didn’t think about where it came from.”

“Scheme. This is a scheme!” Johnny slammed the desk. “Someone deliberately planted that revision on your desk, just to take you down with copyright issues. Plenty of people have been eyeing the peace ambassador position!”

I pressed my lips together-two years in this role, I’d kept my head down, followed the rules. and never offended other factions while promoting pack culture. Who would target me like this?

“Pull the surveillance from outside my office door. Get me everything from the past month. I want to see who’s playing games.”

“What’s the point of checking cameras now!” Johnny grabbed my arm. “The urgent thing is giving the public an explanation! I already contacted a crisis PR team. We’ll release a statement first to stabilize the backlash, then talk to Avi-if she loosens up, we can still turn this around.”

He pulled out his phone to call, but the office door was pushed open gently, and Seven walked in. He was the Foreign Affairs cultural advisor-one of the few people who knew about my music work. “That track isn’t plagiarism.”

With his very first sentence, both Johnny and I froze.

“Seven-what do you mean?” I stood up immediately, pressing him.

“The second half of the track was written by Avi, Seven said calmly.

Johnny and I both went blank. “But the first half s my original. How could Avi have modified it on my foundation?”

I frowned hard-I’d never met Avi. The only intersection between us was that I’d once used her music as background audio in a promo vide.

Seven shook his head. “I’m not sure either. But Suspect… she had her reasons.”

He paused, avoiding my eyes. “You’ll probably have to ask Avi herself for the answer.”

“Then, what are we waiting for?” Johnny’s eyes lit up. “Contact Avi and have her clarify on Instagram-say it was a collaborative creation. That clears Alan’s name immediately!”

I stared at Seven. “It’s not that simple. Avi is an independent musician who never

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