Chapter 197
Chapter 197:
Now, netizens were branding Sonya a plagiarist. This would definitely affect their program in a very bad way! For a moment, Sonya was frozen, blindsided.
“Plagiarizing?” she sputtered. “What? That’s impossible. I don’t even know this Yera! How could I have copied her song p>
“Impossible or not, she’s posted the proof on her socials. It’s everywhere—people have already compared the two pieces. Your song, Sonya, is a carbon copy. Same title, same melody, same lyrics. The works,” the assistant said, her tone dripping with disdain.
Sonya’s breath hitched. Her assistant at the show, who had once looked up to her, now sounded outright contemptuous. And why wouldn’t she? But as it turned out, Sonya had plagiarized—and from none other than the assistant’s idol.
Now, the assistant regarded Sonya with thinly veiled contempt, finding Sonya’s earlier arrogance downright baffling.
“That’s ridiculous!” Sonya snapped, her voice climbing with frustration. “How do they know she didn’t steal my work? Why am I the one getting dragged just because she’s some so-called ‘master p>
The sheer absurdity of it all had her fuming.
Could no one see how unfair this was?
Of course, she hadn’t plagiarized. She’d simply stolen it from Yelena.
The assistant, however, was utterly exasperated. “Look, Yera has already laid out all the evidence. She released the piece long before you, complete with her inspirations and creative process. So, tell me—who do you think plagiarized whom p>
“Impossible! This is really my song!” Sonya began to protest, but the assistant cut her off sharply.
𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴﹐ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Oh, and by the way, the program team is planning to disqualify you. You should brace yourself. After a scandal like this, there’s no way they’ll let you continue in the competition,” the assistant added, her tone turning serious.
“What? How could this happen? You can’t just kick me out!” Sonya’s voice rose in disbelief.
“Then I suggest you take it up with the show’s director,” the assistant replied curtly before hanging up.
Sonya stood there, phone in hand, completely at a loss.
The assistant’s words echoed in her head as she fumbled to open her laptop, desperate to see for herself what was happening online.
But when she read the flood of scathing comments and accusations, her breath caught in her throat. It felt as if the ground had crumbled beneath her feet, leaving her suspended in a nightmare she couldn’t escape.
Sonya watched in horror as her scandal spread like wildfire online.
The accusations came fast and furious—people were calling her a thief, demanding she step down from the competition, and lobbing insults in every direction. Sonya felt as if the blood in her veins had turned to ice. She was frozen, completely dumbfounded. What in the world had just happened?
How had everything escalated so quickly?
Frantically, she checked Yera’s profile on the social media platform. The profile photo and her name, “Yera”, radiated power and confidence. The post was short but sharp, like a slap to the face.