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Chapter 1059:

Secretly, relief washed through him. Finally, his grandfather and father would lift the crushing weight of family legacy and Association responsibilities from his shoulders. With Carrie’s talent blazing bright, he could pursue his own dreams, following Jenesis’s footsteps into freedom.

Unlike Arion’s carefree demeanor, the others—especially the Morrison clan—were plunged into a maelstrom of conflicting emotions upon hearing those words.

Though Music Association members traditionally scorned the entertainment industry, anything reaching true excellence inevitably commanded respect.

Much like high society’s attitude toward celebrities—dismissing them as mere performers until someone captured a Best Actor award, completely shifting perception. Similarly, while ordinary music might fall beneath their notice, Randell’s newest release had earned accolades from countless masters and critics as “a rare harmony of elegance and popular appeal.”

Creating technically brilliant, refined pieces wasn’t the challenge, nor was producing catchy, commercial tunes. The true artistry lay in striking that delicate balance—expressing complex musical theories through accessible, emotionally resonant melodies that spoke to both critics and casual listeners.

One judge leaned forward, his curiosity palpable.

“Are you suggesting you’re the composer behind Randell—the meteoric sensation taking the music world by storm?”

Carrie nodded without a moment’s hesitation.noveldrama

“Yes, that’s me,” she replied, her voice steady with quiet confidence.

“I never intended such a public revelation, particularly given my confidentiality agreement with the company. But being accused of plagiarism today?”

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She shook her head, a flicker of genuine disbelief crossing her features.

“What’s truly laughable is that my accuser is actually stealing my work. I’ve been wrestling with whether some people are simply too obtuse to recognize the original creator when they plagiarize, or if the bar for spreading malicious rumors has simply fallen so low. With zero evidence, someone can be branded a thief of creativity.”

Carrie had guarded this identity to avoid too much attention, but now that trouble had found her, revealing her secret seemed necessary.

Aliza, clinging stubbornly to her position, crossed her arms.

“Bold claims require bold proof,” she said, her voice dripping with skepticism.

“What evidence can you possibly offer that you’re Randell’s phantom composer? You mentioned a confidentiality agreement, which conveniently makes your claims impossible to verify. If the company or Randell were to vouch for you, wouldn’t that violate your precious contract?”

With each word, Aliza’s satisfaction grew visibly. She thought herself terribly clever. Even if Carrie truly was Randell’s composer—an absurd notion—what difference would it make? Breaking entertainment industry contracts typically meant financial ruin.

Who would risk such penalties merely to defend someone else’s honor?

Aliza’s logic wasn’t entirely flawed. Had Carrie glimpsed into her accuser’s thoughts, however, she might have explained that her collaborators would willingly take such risks because she could create value for them that would far exceed any potential penalties.

Moreover, her relationships with figures like Randell transcended mere transactions. Genuine friendship, not obligation, drove her creative collaboration.

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