Chapter 141
Chapter 141:
Carman had already turned to Vernon for help.
Despite promising Leah to cut ties with Carman, Vernon still agreed to meet the desperate man. After all, he needed an outlet for the frustration he had endured from Leah earlier.
“Vernon, you can’t cancel my endorsements,” Carman begged, looking completely defeated. He had arrived brimming with confidence, ready to argue, but the moment he saw Vernon, his boldness disappeared.
“Please, I’ve worked so hard for these endorsements. If you cancel them, all my efforts will be for nothing! Besides, canceling unilaterally means you’ll have to pay compensation.” With a flick, Vernon lit a cigar, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly.
The smoke veiled his refined features, making his thoughts unreadable. Carman’s heart pounded as anxiety gripped him.
“Carman, do you really think I care about your minor issues?” Vernon’s voice was raspy, barely masking his growing anger. “You’ve made a huge mess today, and I’ve let it slide. You should consider yourself fortunate. But now that you’ve approached me, I guess I need to do something.”
“Carman, what are you planning to do?” Carman asked. Vernon gestured, and several hidden bodyguards appeared, encircling Carman completely.
Carman’s chest tightened with fear. “Vernon, let’s discuss this calmly. Don’t do anything reckless! If you touch me here, you’ll be all over the news tomorrow.”
“Is that a threat?” Vernon narrowed his eyes, glaring icily at Carman.
“I’m an Edwards.” Carman knew any hope of working with Vernon was gone, and his tone turned sharp. “I only tolerated you because of your resources, but now that you’ve cut all my endorsements, we’re finished. I have no reason to accommodate you anymore.”
Carman lifted his chin slightly, abandoning any sign of pleading, and exuded the confidence of a member of the Edwards family. “Even without your endorsements, I’m still the top singer out there. I can establish my reputation solely through my own work.”
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“Ha-ha!” Vernon laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face. “Carman, you really think too highly of yourself. Have you even written a good song lately? The one you’re recording now barely makes the cut. Without those top producers fixing it, you wouldn’t even be allowed in the studio. Honestly, with your supposed talent, how did you create those big hits before? Could it be plagiarism?”
Carman’s face turned red with anger, and he shouted, “That’s absurd! Those songs are entirely my work. I’ve just been in a slump, struggling with inspiration—that’s why I haven’t produced anything great recently.”
“Do you dare swear on that?” Vernon asked, narrowing his eyes and mocking Carman with a sly look.
“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Carman shouted confidently. “I swear, all my past songs were…”
But before he could finish, a sudden image flashed through his mind—a figure playing the piano. It was the same figure who had sparked his creativity during his struggles to compose.
Janice?
How could it be her?
Was it possible that all those hit songs he had created in the past were…?
No, it couldn’t possibly be!
Carman shook his head repeatedly, trying to suppress the rising panic within him. Those songs were entirely his own work—there was no way they came from Janice’s random playing.
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