Chapter 212
Chapter 212:
Their verdict was unanimous: Carman’s song couldn’t hold a candle to Janice’s piece, and it bore all the signs of plagiarism.
“Carman, if you can’t produce evidence to back your claim…” Janice began, her voice calm but laced with subtle authority.
“Evidence?” Carman snapped, his jaw tight. “You’re asking me for evidence? Where’s yours, Janice? Can you prove that piece is actually yours?”
Janice shrugged, an amused smile flickering across her face. “That was an impromptu composition, Carman. The video of me playing it is all the evidence I need.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Carman’s voice rose, his anger boiling over. “You can’t just claim a video as proof. How do we even know this piece is original? For all I know, you copied it from somewhere else!”
Janice’s expression didn’t waver. “Even if that were the case, the date on my video predates your song’s release. And why don’t you go ahead and search the internet? If you can find even one other piece that matches it, I’ll concede.”
Carman faltered, his mind racing. The timestamp on Janice’s video was a glaring problem. If no similar composition existed online, her claim would be undeniable. Panic started to show in his eyes.
“Who says there isn’t another one?” Yvonne stormed in from backstage, her face set with determination and anger.
Carman’s face lit up with relief the moment Yvonne entered the room. “Yvonne! Do you have a plan? Please, tell me you’ve got something.”
Yvonne shot Carman a withering glare, her disappointment evident. She wanted to scold him for the mess he had dragged them into, but now wasn’t the time. Their fates were intertwined, and if the ship sank, neither of them would survive.
The crowd’s attention turned to Yvonne, and the tension in the room was palpable.
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Everyone knew who she was: Yvonne Byrd, Carman’s shrewd manager.
His rapid ascent to stardom wasn’t just about his talent; it was the result of her strategic brilliance.
“Janice, that’s Yvonne Byrd, Carman’s manager. I’ve heard she’s incredibly clever. Who knows what kind of tricks she’ll pull?” Sierra said with worry.
“Let her try,” Janice remained composed, her voice calm and steady. “I promised to get justice for you, Sierra. There’s only one outcome here, and it won’t favor them.”
Sierra’s worry began to fade, replaced by admiration. She gazed at Janice, her eyes sparkling with awe.
Janice’s confidence was magnetic, the kind of unshakable poise that had drawn Sierra to her in the first place.
It was that very aura that had given Sierra the strength to defy her mother, inspired by Janice’s ability to face any challenge with effortless certainty.
Sierra let out a quiet sigh. For someone as extraordinary as Janice, it was heartbreaking to think about the sacrifices she had made for the Edwards family. She had willingly clipped her wings to accommodate them, all because of how much she valued her family.
Now, seeing Janice free from their grasp, Sierra could tell the experience had left deep scars. The pain Janice had endured was undeniable, and it made Sierra’s resentment towards the Edwards family burn even hotter.
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