Chapter 1477
Chapter 1477:
He cut himself off when he saw Miriam’s phone lighting up nonstop.
His eyes widened. “Wait… already? That many comments, right after the release p>
Miriam froze. Her hands trembled as she opened the comment section. The numbers seemed to jump every second. She couldn’t read them all, but the ones she did see hit like knives.
“You’re a plagiarist pretending to be original. Shame on you p>
“Original? Seriously? Who are you trying to fool p>
The words pierced her. Her eyes instantly brimmed with tears. She set her phone aside, unable to keep reading.
Garry stared, stunned and incredulous. He had co-written the song with her and watched the entire process. How could anyone accuse her of plagiarism?
“What happened?” he asked, voice tight.
Just then, Annabel stepped in with an iPad in her hand.
“The moment Miriam’s album dropped, I checked the trends on Twitter,” Annabel said, her expression grim. “The number one topic is ‘Miriam plagiarized Bobbi’s new song p>
Realizing how serious it was, Annabel moved quickly to contain the situation. But the comments kept flooding in, the topic stayed pinned at the top, and reporters began calling the company’s private line the moment they learned Miriam had signed with Star Entertainment.
Miriam grew increasingly anxious as she read the accusations online, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
“Don’t worry,” Annabel said quickly, trying to steady her.
Still, Annabel’s curiosity was piqued. She clicked on Bobbi’s newly released song—and froze. Aside from a few changes in the melody, the lyrics were identical.
“I wrote it,” Miriam choked out, her voice trembling. She had never imagined her debut album would turn into a nightmare.
“I know,” Annabel said firmly. “Don’t worry. I’ll look into it p>
Her expression hardened. She told Garry to keep monitoring the online situation while she began her own investigation.
Annabel pulled the company’s surveillance footage and confirmed that Miriam had indeed written the lyrics, which had been stored inside the company. It became painfully clear that someone on the inside had leaked them.
A cold realization settled over Annabel. She had been far too lenient with certain people.
She spent the entire day in the monitoring room, replaying footage again and again. It wasn’t until evening that she finally saw it—two men entering the confidential data room.
One of them was Doyle White, a director in the music division.
Annabel’s eyes widened. In the dim footage, the unfamiliar man pulled out his phone and began photographing Miriam’s lyrics.
Annabel’s blood ran cold. She had never expected a mole to lead outsiders into the company’s restricted areas.
She immediately saved that segment of the footage as evidence. These people had committed a crime right under her nose.