Chapter 231
“Contestant number eight
Laura gripped the microphone, her eyes bright and cold as she stared straight at Olivia. The crowd buzzed with curiosity.
“What do you think Laura’s going to ask her?”
“Isn’t it obvious? She’s about to offer Olivia a spot as her student, probably do whatever it takes to recruit her.”
“Then why is she looking at Olivia like that?”
Her gaze was sharp, almost dangerous.
The room quieted as Laura spoke into the mic. “The piece you just played… that was your own composition, right?”
The question hit Olivia hard. Her smile faded, her heart thumping in her chest.
In the VIP seats, Charlotte switched hands to prop up her chin, her eyes narrowing as she watched the stage, a hint of coldness flickering in her expression.
“I Olivia hadn’t expected this at all. Her face drained of color, her throat tight.
She took a shaky breath, then forced herself to answer. “Yes. It’s my original piece.”
Laura’s expression turned serious. Her voice rang out, louder, firmer. “Let me ask you again. Did you write this piece completely on your own? Every note, every idea?”
The tension in the room thickened. Was Laura really accusing Olivia of stealing? In
a competition this big, cheating was career-ending. No one would risk it.
Olivia could barely breathe. Tiny
beads of Sweat broke out along ker hairline She remembered finding the music in Charlotte’s mother’s
room a year ago. No one else knew about it.
Maybe Laura was just suspicious because the piece was too good. Maybe she was just testing her. That had to be it.
“Laura, ‘Light’ is absolutely my own work. I came up with it and wrote it myself. I don’t really understand why you’re asking me this
Inside, Olivia was panicking, but her face stayed calm and confident. This was when she had to keep it together the most.
Laura watched her, unimpressed. She already knew Olivia could put on a perfect act. She just hadn’t expected someone so young to lie so easily.
“You don’t understand? Let me make it clear for you.” Laura stood up. Her elegant face was cold, her words crisp and deliberate. “You are not the original composer of ‘Light’.”
The room erupted. Gasps and whispers filled the air.
What? ‘Light’ wasn’t Olivia’s own piece? Her entire win depended on that song. If it wasn’t hers…
She wouldn’t just lose the title. She’d be banned from every piano competition, everywhere. Her career would be over before it even started.
Laura’s accusation hit Olivia like
jolt. Her legs felt weak, barely able to hold her up. She’d found the sheet music in Charlotte’s mother’s room. It was unsigned, never published, never shown to anyone. Not@ven Charlotte had seen it.
How could Laura know? There was no way. She couldn’t know.
“Laura, I really don’t understand why you’re saying this,” Olivia said, forcing a smile, clinging to her story. “But this piece is mine.”
“I get it. It’s hard to believe someone
my age could write something like this, but Her eyes shimmered with tears, her voice catching in her throat You can’t just accuse me of stealing with nothing to back it up.