Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 687 âMiss Jones, you canât have plagiarized it, right?â Charlie mocked with intent.
As soon as the statement was made, everyoneâs eyes fell on Catherine.
Cindy showed a tolerant and generous expression, saying, âActually, itâs not true. If you listen carefully, the song that Catherine composed has a lighter rhythm than my song, âParadise of Dreamsâ. It has a different style too.â
Catherine glanced at Cindy. Everyone could hear the hidden meaning in Cindyâs words. It was an indirect admission that Catherine had copied Cindy, but only the style of the song was somewhat different. With the words she said, she portrayed herself as being very generous.
Sure enough, the next moment, Joanne said, âMiss Turner, you can be generous, but you shouldnât promote plagiarism. If you change and rearrange a handful of foreign songs and say that you created the song yourself, wouldnât it be too unfair to the original creators?â
Melanie also showed an embarrassed look. âCatherine, although weâre all members of the Yule family, you canât be unreasonable.â
Before Sarah could speak, everyone was already targeting Catherine. Her heart was incredibly happy as she whispered in Shaunâs ears, âShaun, did she really plagiarize?â
Shaunâs handsome face was extremely cold. No one could guess what he was thinking.
Rodney could not hold back and said, âIt wasnât completely plagiarized, but itâs at least 60% similar. Itâs just as I said. She canât compose. In the end, she still copied from Cindy. I really donât know who gave her the guts to go up on stage and try to embarrass Cindy. Does she take everyone here as fools?â
Sarah was pleased as she listened. Although her expression was one of worry, her heart was elated.
In the face of all the accusations, Catherine smiled and leisurely played another song that no one had ever heard before.
This song was more soothing.
However, her heavenly voice sang in a classical style.
When the song ended, she played yet another song.
These songs had different styles and no one had heard of them before.
After playing and singing, the crowd had odd expressions.
Cindy only felt the uneasiness in her heart grow stronger.
Joanne yelled, âEveryone is talking about your plagiarism. Why are you playing songs again? No matter how well you play, it canât cover up the fact that youâve plagiarized.â
Catherine ignored her and looked at Mr. Kimball instead. âWhat do you think of the last two songs? Are they similar to any songs out there?â
Mr. Kimball shook his head. âTheyâre brand new songs.â
âMs. Harlow, Mr. Campos, what do you think?â Catherine looked at the people who had spoken out in the harshest manner before.
Charlie said coldly, âWe were talking about your first song. Although the subsequent songs are unfamiliar, who can be sure that you arenât just copying a foreign song?â
âThatâs why I asked Mr. Kimball first. Do you think that Mr. Kimball would not be able to confirm this with his status?â Catherine shot back calmly.
Mr. Kimballâs status in the music industry was respected. No matter how high Charlieâs position in the business world was, he did not dare to openly refute Mr. Kimball. Charlie fell silent.
Catherine slowly stood up and shifted her beautiful eyes to Cindy. She suddenly smiled, asking, âWhat do you think, Cindy?â