Chapter 203
Chapter 203:
Meanwhile, Carman’s new song was sweeping through the music scene like wildfire.
The track’s popularity skyrocketed, turning it into a cultural sensation. Major collaborators clamored to ride the wave, eager to associate their brands with Carman’s success.
As the accolades poured in, Carman quickly rose above his competitors, solidifying his position at the top of the charts. His social media following broke the ten-million mark, marking him as a top-tier singer-songwriter.
“OMG! Congratulations, Carman! Ten million followers, what a massive milestone!”
“Your new song is out of this world! It’s a guaranteed contender for Song of the Year. I can’t wait to see you accept the award!”
“I’ve had it on loop for two straight days. It’s just that good!”
Amid the flood of praise, however, whispers of skepticism began to surface.
“Why does this song sound so familiar? I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere before.”
“Wait a second, I think I know where. I passed by Castle Shopping Center a few days ago, and I heard a piano piece that sounds just like this. Could Carman’s song be related to it?”
“Plagiarism? Ugh, the music industry is full of copycats these days.”
Carman’s fans, fiercely loyal, quickly rose to his defense.
“Are you serious? Why would Carman plagiarize? Stop spreading lies.”
“If Carman plagiarized, I’ll delete my account.”
“Same here. He’d never do something like that.”
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Whenever discordant voices surfaced online, Carman’s fans struck with unrelenting ferocity, swiftly silencing skeptics. Before long, no one dared to question him openly.
In the presidential suite of Bengal Hotel, Yvonne stepped out of bed, a plush bath towel wrapped snugly around her. The soft fabric did little to hide her alluring figure, and Carman couldn’t stop himself from stealing a glance, his throat tightening as he swallowed.
“Carman, there are quite a few accusations of plagiarism circulating online. Don’t you think you should respond to them?”
Carman frowned, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “Are you doubting me, Yvonne? You’ve seen how popular my new song is. It’s natural for some jealous lowlifes to spread lies and hire trolls.”
“I’m not doubting you,” Yvonne replied calmly, holding his gaze. “But ignoring it won’t make the problem go away. At the fan meeting, you should address it and clear your name. It’ll give our PR team something solid to work with.”
Carman leaned back, lighting a cigarette with deliberate ease. A cloud of smoke curled into the air as he studied her. “You trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“If you really trust me, why ask that question in the first place?” Carman flicked the ash into a nearby tray. “Listen, Yvonne. This song is entirely my work. I have every draft, every note. If those rumor-mongers keep pushing, we’ll sue them for every penny.”
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