"It's blindingly obvious who stole from whom."
Hans was baffled. "But how on earth did he get his hands on it?"
Maeve pointed to the background of the video.
"The mall was packed that day. When Charlie was recording this, there was a huge crowd watching me."
"My musical talent kind of awoke about five years ago. Daybreak was my very first composition, and honestly, the one I'm least satisfied with."
Hans looked bewildered. "Least satisfied?"
Andres clarified, "It means she wrote a ton of songs back then, and compared to the rest of her portfolio, this one was her least favorite."
Maeve shot him a thumbs up. "My Whitty knows me best."
Hans was rendered utterly speechless.
The streaming numbers alone proved how mind-blowing the track was.
Yet this absolute masterpiece was considered trash in her eyes?
He felt like there was an even more terrifying truth hidden behind her casual statement, but his brain couldn't process it just yet.
Maeve pulled the drive and tossed it to Hans.
"Hans, I'll leave the rest of the execution to you."
He scrambled to catch it. "Don't worry, Miss Vance. I'll have your name cleared in record time."
Hans rapidly deployed the raw footage across all social media platforms.
The court of public opinion had been heavily skewed in Tommy's favor, purely due to his towering reputation.
But the moment the masses saw Maeve flawlessly performing the melody on that piano, the blinders fell off.
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