"It seems it was just a short while ago." Ivy Wilmar herself was not certain: "The fragnts Nathalie Quinlan gave to Master Steven were too brief, otherwise, I might have been able to recognize where I had heard them before."
"You an Ghania copied her?" Myles Sullivan actually had an answer in his heart, he just didn’t want to admit it.
Ivy Wilmar furrowed her brows tightly, her eyes flickered, and she suddenly rembered: "I’ve got it. I rember where I’ve heard it before. I listened to Lighten Chaser’s work a while ago, and it left a deep impression, those fragnts seem to be Lighten Chaser’s work!"
After saying that, she was stunned herself.
Just now, in front of Master Steven, Nathalie Quinlan admitted that those arrangent fragnts were written by herself.
If she dared to say so, she must be very confident!
That is to say... Nathalie Quinlan=Lighten Chaser?!
Ivy Wilmar’s legs went soft, and she nearly couldn’t stand.
My god, what exactly did they miss, how could they have chosen Ghania Quinlan between the two back then, this might be the worst investnt she has made in her life!
She didn’t dare to think further, clutching Myles Sullivan’s arm, she whispered: "Elliot, do you think Nathalie Quinlan could have written it?"
Myles Sullivan frowned, his face stern: "Probably not. Who could co up with a new arrangent in such a short ti, unless she’s a genius!"
"..." Ivy Wilmar did not speak, her tightly pressed lips betrayed her true thoughts.
If Nathalie Quinlan really is Lighten Chaser, then what else is she if not a genius!
Their voices were not loud, but Alfred Garland, with his keen hearing and sharp vision, overheard their conversation clearly, and when he heard Myles Sullivan say Nathalie Quinlan couldn’t do it, he curled his lips and disdainfully turned his face away.
Ms. Quinlan is more than just a genius, isn’t she?
She’s clearly a big shot, okay!
*
Black water-based pen danced across the paper, the girl’s body was not tense, occasionally she would stroke the paper, and the newly written arrangents always amazed Steven, who was standing by and watching.
It was impossible to imagine what kind of talent was required to co up with such an inspired work!
He was almost certain who the liar was.
The talent of Nathalie Quinlan was beyond his imagination, and he finally understood why Shawn Norton had chosen the girl in front of him as his heir.
Because Nathalie Quinlan almost had a talent in music that others couldn’t match!
That was a gift from God!
He himself didn’t dare say he had such talent.
When the black pen tip drew the last stroke on the paper, the last note was completed, Nathalie Quinlan put down the pen, turned her chair around, and spoke carelessly: "Done."
No sooner had her voice fallen than Master Steven could not help holding up the new arrangent she wrote on her desk to admire, his face full of passionate love.
Ghania’s face turned pale, the strings in her mind already snapped, biting her lip, struggling in desperation: "How could you possibly write a new arrangent in such a short ti, I know, this arrangent was already written by you beforehand, you just morized it and copied it out on the spot."
"Master Steven, whether your student’s award-winning arrangent was written by herself or stolen from soone else’s work, I believe you already have your own judgnt," she said.
At this mont, the man leaning against the door began to speak in a low voice, not loud, but with a force that commanded wariness.
His facial features were delicate, as striking as Nathalie Quinlan’s, he chuckled lightly, looking incredible, but the words he said directly sent Ghania into the eighteen levels of hell: "The Curtis Music Academy is a Hall of Fa music academy overseas, it wouldn’t just accept any rubbish, right?"
He used a question, seemingly asking casually, but Master Steven’s face color suddenly changed at his ’greeting’.
The hurt was not great, but the insult was extre!
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