Chapter 206
Chapter 206:
Carman, trying to calm his fans, threw a meaningful look at Vernon, signaling that the escalating crisis could be defused by his apology.
“Should we evacuate the venue, Mr. Lopez?” a subordinate inquired, noticing the mounting tension.
“No need,” Vernon retorted with a dismissive smirk, his hands casually in his pockets. “Clearing out would mean the end of the show.”
With that declaration, he made his way forward.
Clad in a dark blue suit, his hair neatly braided, Vernon exuded an air of defiant allure.
As he drew near, a wave of satisfaction washed over Carman. Even this fashion titan, mentored by Leah Sugden, was now forced to humbly make amends.
“You didn’t need to come forward, Vernon,” Carman said, even as he passed the microphone to him.
Vernon checked the microphone with a few taps before addressing the audience boldly, saying, “Apologize my ass!” The crowd was left speechless, and Carman stood flabbergasted.
Silence swept through the venue.
All eyes were on Vernon, stunned by his audacious retort.
“Vernon, do you realize what you’ve just said?” Carman questioned, unsure if he had heard correctly. “No need for apologies, but why curse?”
“Is cursing you, a plagiarist, a problem?”
“A plagiarist?” Carman’s demeanor turned cold. “Enough, Vernon! If you’re not going to apologize, just go. Don’t ruin this fan event.”
“This fan event?” Vernon scoffed, his tone dripping with scorn. “Why do you think I’ve been funding you so generously?”
“Why?” Carman blurted out.
“To publicly expose you, you plagiarist.” Vernon snapped his fingers, and his team moved onto the stage, pulling down the main banner.
To the audience’s astonishment, another banner unfurled behind it.
“Carman Edwards’ Critique Session on Plagiarism.”
“What? A criticism session for plagiarism? Have they lost their minds?”
“Ladies, it’s time to defend our beloved idol!”
Carman’s supporters were furious, each vocally committed to protecting their idol. They couldn’t accept the possibility of Carman committing plagiarism, suspecting a deliberate smear campaign.
Suddenly, a hauntingly beautiful piano melody filled the room, halting everyone in their tracks.
“Wait, this melody is so familiar.”
“Is this Carman’s new song on the piano? When was this version created?”
“It’s truly stunning. The piano rendition, without all the extra production, actually sounds better.”
Fans around expressed their surprise, finding the piano-only version more genuine and touching. Its simplicity stirred their emotions more profoundly.
“This isn’t just a version; it’s the original piece.” At that moment, Sierra stood from her seat among the crowd. Her expression was one of sheer indignation as she pointed accusingly at Carman. “The person you idolize is nothing but a thief. He stole something very dear to me. What you’re listening to is a piece titled ‘Reborn,’ a precious gift from someone close to me.”
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