Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 983

Quentin was absolutely stunned.

"Miss Vance, Evan is a top-tier idol. He has over eighty million followers across all his social media platforms."

"He's had several hit songs since his debut. His reputation in the music industry is rock solid."

"The company respects your work, which is exactly why we decided to let him be the lead vocalist for this track."

The underlying message was clear: *Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.*

Maeve completely ignored his baseless praise.

"I don't care how many albums he's released. Bad singing is bad singing."

"Without heavy studio magic, let's see him try to sing it live a cappella."

"Just taking the track you played right now—he was painfully pitchy on the high notes. Don't tell me you couldn't hear that."

Quentin opened his mouth to defend his artist, but Maeve shut him down immediately.

"You've heard the composition of *Daybreak*. The transitions between the high and low registers are incredibly complex. Evan doesn't have the technical skill to pull it off."

"A song's genre demands a specific caliber of singer."

"I won't let my work be ruined just because he happens to be famous."

"If you don't agree to my terms, then there's no deal to be made here."

Maeve wasn't exactly hurting for cash. Whether the copyright sold or not meant absolutely nothing to her.

Quentin hadn't anticipated such ruthless pushback.

While he was the head of the copyright department, his actual authority was limited.

The boss had personally selected the track; he was merely the middleman meant to handle the negotiations.

If he botched this deal, management would have his head.

"Please, don't be hasty, Miss Vance. Let me consult with upper management and see what they think."

Maeve gestured toward his phone, signaling him to go ahead.

Before three seconds had even passed, Eva broke the silence.

"I hear you aren't satisfied with the vocalist our company selected?"

Maeve's presence completely matched the older executive's intensity.

"Evan Yeager isn't fit to sing my song."

Eva confidently took a seat on the leather sofa. "Give me a reason."

Maeve didn't flinch. "His vocal technique is trash."

Eva let out a sharp laugh. "This man whose technique you call 'trash' has already released seven studio albums."

Maeve laughed right back. "Forget seven. Even if he released seventy, is there a single track you could actually play without cringing?"

"Buying chart positions is an open secret in this industry."

"As far as I'm concerned, pouring millions into a tone-deaf singer is no different than literally setting cash on fire."