Chapter 502


    Reporters halted in their tracks, craning their necks to look behind


    The fans at the back had already started to equest


    “Ah! Jete Randiel 1 finally see her!”


    “She’s so stunning, her hair is gorgeous!”


    “Jete Randle, I watched your concert live stream yesterday, keep it up! I’m rooting for your


    “Thanks!”


    Jete gave them a nod and a smile, then jogged a few steps to stay close behind Chloe.


    Chloe was dressed in a simple blue shirt and ck skirt, and her stride was confident and strong


    When the reporters saw Chloe Summers and Jete Randle, they stepped aside to let them


    pass.


    Chloe walked up to Lenard, her face was cool and yet had a hint of a smile.


    “Mr. Lenard, you identally took someone else’s sheet music as your own, unintentionally


    destroyed Jete Randle’s original manuscript, inadvertently left your own marks on the score,


    and finally, walked into court without any second thoughts. Your streak of “idents‘ nearly


    drove Jete Randle into a corner.”


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    Lenard wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. From the moment Chloe Summers approached him,


    he could feel a heavy pressure.


    Every word Chloe said felt like a stone weighing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.


    Chloe hadn’t finished speaking yet, but everyone could hear the sarcasm in her voice.


    “There’s… a bit of a misunderstanding…” he managed to say.


    Chloe just smiled and shook her head, “You might think there’s a misunderstanding, but I don’t see


    it that way.”


    She handed Lenard the document she was carrying. Lenard took it, asking confusedly.


    “What’s this?”


    Chloe replied, “A court summons. The trial is in a week. Be there.”


    Lenard opened the envelope and his face turned pale at the contents.


    He looked up at Jete standing next to Chloe with disbelief in his eyes.


    “Jete Randle, you’re suing me?”


    Jete frowned, then let out a coldugh.


    “Surprised? I’m suing you because you deserve it. But when you sued me, it was like a bolt from the


    blue.”


    Lenard seemed panicked as he approached Jete, attempting to grab her hand.


    But two burly bodyguards in ck suits immediately stepped in front of her.


    Lenard froze, peering at Jete through the gap between the two bodyguards.


    “Jete Randle, I told you before, it was just to scare you… we can talk it out!”


    “There’s nothing for us to talk about! I came here to take back my mother’s studio. It has always


    been mine. I want you to pack your things and leave immediately”


    Lenard’s face turned ashen at her words.


    “Jete Randle, are you trying to kill me?”


    “I just want to take back what’s rightfully mine! Lenard, the thought of someone like you ever staying


    in my mother’s studio makes me sick.”


    Jete finished speaking and turned to leave, but Lenard desperately chased after her.


    “Jete Randle, Jete Randle, listen to me…”


    “Get lost!”