My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 671

Chapter 671

"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.

It was unthinkable that he would come to a girl's defense.

The situation seemed unbelievable no matter how one looked at it.

Ashlyn glanced at Joseph. Surprise, surprise. I never knew he could be this dependable!

As part of the panel of judges, she couldn't sit out of the situation.

Michael is cunning as hell. Even if he plagiarizes other people's work, he would never admit it. Besides, he has so many students. He would never admit to doing something that could tarnish his reputation. Ashlyn walked up to him. "Mr. Underwood, since you accuse Charlotte of having committed plagiarism, you need to present evidence to prove it."

Having got a call from Hera, Michael came prepared.

He immediately retrieved a faded paper from his pocket.

The piece of white paper had become faded and worn. It was even giving off a moldy smell.

Judging from the looks of it, the paper was aged.

"This is the manuscript from me composing the melody quite some years ago, so it's very old," Michael stated impassively.

Ashlyn showed the manuscript to the panel of judges, who passed it around among themselves.

After going through it, Ryan said, "It sure seems like an original manuscript."

Michael looked pleased when he heard that.

"Where's your evidence?" Ashlyn turned to Charlotte.

Charlotte was in a gown, so she didn't have her phone. Biting her lip, she waved at Joseph, who marched up to her and handed her her phone.

When his heated palm brushed past her cold fingertips, she felt a tingling sense of warmth that reached her heart.

Then, she heard him say, "Don't be afraid."

Charlotte took a deep breath before tapping into her photo gallery on her phone. She had always been using the same brand of phone, so she could always access photos she took in the past as soon as she logged in with her ID, even if she changed phones.

The Field family bought her a new phone after she left the Fraser family, so she managed to get her old photos back.

She found the photo of her manuscript and showed it to the panel of judges.

Laylah was the first to cry in shock. "Gosh! What's going on?"