Chapter 200
Chapter 200:
“Yeah, Yelena will sell out for cash,” Sonya agreed with a smirk.
“Exactly. Just throw some money her way, and we’ll wrap this up in no time. I don’t want this mess getting any bigger,” Jonathan added, anxiety creeping into his voice as he thought about the potential damage to his company’s reputation. It was beyond frustrating.
It felt like everything was falling apart lately.
“Got it, Dad p>
Sonya quickly dialed Yelena’s number, her fingers tapping the screen with determination. Luckily, Yelena hadn’t changed her number, and the call went through instantly.
Yelena glanced at the caller ID. Sonya again. She scoffed. It was no surprise—it had to be about the plagiarism scandal.
Yelena had been tempted not to pick up, but she knew better. Sonya was relentless when she wanted something. If Yelena didn’t answer, Sonya would just keep calling, probably until Yelena was forced to shut her phone off. Yelena decided to find out what Sonya was after this time. She then answered the call.
On the other end, Sonya was already impatient, her voice sharp. “Yelena, we need to talk p>
Sonya, afraid Yelena might end the call, quickly got to the point.
Yelena could hear the urgency in Sonya’s voice, but she knew better than to think it was anything good.
“We don’t have anything to discuss,” Yelena replied flatly. Sonya, seething with frustration, bit back her anger. She needed to stay composed.
“Yelena, did you see the news? I’m being accused of plagiarism p>
𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝖼𝗈𝗺
Yelena couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, I saw it alright. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d go that low. Really?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
Sonya gritted her teeth, feeling as though Yelena was twisting the knife in her wounds.
She couldn’t hold back any longer and snapped, “Yelena, don’t you recognize the music? You wrote it, remember p>
Yelena’s smirk grew. “So that’s where it ended up? I remember leaving it in my room p>
“Yeah, I used it, but now I’m being accused of plagiarism,” Sonya said, almost desperately.
Sonya had no shame, none at all.
Yelena stood there, nearly speechless with disbelief. “If I wrote it, why was I hearing you bragging that it was your original work? Besides, you’re the one who’s been caught red-handed by the composer now. What’s that got to do with me p>
“But it was found in your room! How can it not be your problem? This is your plagiarism; you owe me an apology!” Sonya shot back, her voice rising.
Yelena’s lips curled into a sly grin, her face a cocktail of amusement and disdain. “I copied those music sheets just for fun, never published them. I kept them to amuse myself. But you—you—took it, used it for your own gain, and now you want me to take the fall? What exactly are you playing at p>
The sheer gall of it was staggering. How could someone be so brazen?
“Yelena, you’d better cooperate. You will own up and apologize, and I’ll hand you five hundred grand. That’s it,” Sonya snapped impatiently.