?<strong>Chapter 792:</strong>


    Ignored by all, R started to feel desperate. She couldn’t just stand by and watch Sophie overshadow her. Luckily, she had a backup n. Her aplices were bound to be close.


    Comforted by this thought, R rxed, watching Sophie with a derisive sneer. Did Sophie really believe she could outshine her?


    As the moment for her scheme to unfold drew near, R’s anxiety surged, her palms mmy with sweat.


    Imagining the piano cutting off, leaving Sophie embarrassed and silent on stage, R couldn’t help but snicker.


    However, as the clock moved closer to the finale, Sophie’s performance continued without a hitch.


    “How can this be?” R’s grin stiffened, disbelief painting her face. Had her aplices messed up the job? Ipetent fools! They couldn’t even manage one simple task.


    R was still young, prone to losing her cool under pressure.


    Determined, R made up her mind to confront Sophie directly. Hoisting up her dress, she hurried toward the stage. But just before R could step onto it, a hand gently grasped her shoulder.


    “Where are you rushing off to?”


    The recognizable voice sent a chill through R. Turning around, she saw Kallie.


    Sophie had just concluded her performance brilliantly. The audience momentarily fell silent, then burst into a massive round of apuse.


    Sophie’s performance had been genuinely touching, pulling the spectators deeply into its emotional grasp. Tears welled up in the eyes of many, touched by the depth of feeling.


    Yet, a wave of skepticism washed over others.


    “Regardless of her skill, it’s still giarism.”


    “Exactly. Copying someone else’s work at her age? What will she beter on?”


    “Do you people even care about what’s right? We can’t let kids think this is fine.”


    As criticisms grew sharper, the initial wave of apuse dwindled, overtaken by a growing realization of the controversy. Praise turned to doubt, and the mood shifted as some began to lob insults toward Sophie.


    Sophie, prepared for such bacsh, stayed calm. She cleared her throat and firmly addressed the audience, “The piece I yed today is indeed identical to R’s. However, I did not giarize. I assert it as my original work! For those who doubt, I have my drafts ready, and I wee any expert verification.”


    Sophie stood with assertiveness. Not a hint of nerves flickered across her face.


    Sophie’s calm presence on stage erased the audience’s doubts. R may have performed first, but that didn’t mean she was theposer.


    Moreover, Sophie’s performance was clearly superior, her passion and dedication shining through. She must have poured countless hours into perfecting it. R, on the other hand, was not proficient with the piece. If R had indeedposed it herself, why hadn’t she perfected it before stepping onto the stage?


    Catching sight of the audience’s reactions, Sophie felt a quiet wave of relief wash over her. But the job wasn’t done. Now, she needed hard evidence to prove she was the piece’s trueposer. Her mother was right. Facing challenges head-on was the only way forward. Turning away from this confrontation would only put her at a disadvantage.


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