Chapter 673


    Charlotte had thrown the manuscript into the trash can, and it somehow ended up in Michael’s hands.


    What had once been something that she disliked ended up being someone else’s treasure.


    Charlotte really couldn’t understand it.


    Nonplussed, Michael said, “Miss, I think there should be a limit to your jokes. This manuscript is clearly


    mine, but I will let the matter slide if you apologize to me. However, I’m starting to get a little angry


    because you keep testing my limits. How can you so deliberately twist the truth?”


    “Mr. Underwood, I-I am not as good with my words as you are. Nheless, the manuscript belongs to


    me.” Charlotte’s timid expression became unusually resolute. She knew that if she backed down and


    really took the me for the giarism, she would have to carry a ckened name for the rest of her


    life.


    I refuse to concede! I did not giarize!


    Charlotte refused to have her sullied reputation affect her godmother’s family. She did not want them to


    be aughingstock for having a goddaughter who was a giarist. That was absolutely


    uneptable for her.


    At that thought, Charlotte felt as if her entire body was suddenly filled with strength and courage.


    “Mr. Underwood, that is my handwriting in that manuscript. Iposed that musicalposition. We


    canpare our handwriting. I firmly believe it doesn’t matter how old that manuscript is because no


    matter how many years have passed, a person’s handwriting won’t just change like that. That is unless


    they are trying to imitate someone else on purpose.”


    The longer she spoke, the more her voice resonated and the more powerful it became. Her gaze held a


    hint of unquestionable firmness.


    She stared at Michael steadily with clear eyes. Her tone was not aggressive, but her steady gaze


    caused people to unable to behave rudely. “Mr. Underwood, I propose wepare our handwritings,”


    Charlotte suggested.


    The quick sh of panic in Michael’s expression did not escape Ashlyn’s sharp eyes. Thetter smiled


    as she stood up. “Mr. Underwood, what do you say? It shouldn’t be a problem, right?”


    Without waiting to hear his reply, Ashlyn turned to a staff member nearby and ordered, “Prepare some


    pencils and paper. Mr. Underwood and Charlotte will rewrite the tune on the spot. At the end of this, it


    will be clear who is the thief.”


    Michael had not expected Ashlyn to act so decisively.


    Thus, he was a little dazed when the staff member ced the pencil and paper before him.


    Beside him, Charlotte had already picked up the pencil and was rapidly scribbling on the sheet of


    paper.


    Michael held the pencil in his hands, but he was ultimately unable to write anything.


    Almost everyone’s gazes were fixed on the two of them.


    Michael’s expression turned ashen. Although he pretended to beposed on the surface, his back


    was slick with sweat.


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    Beads of sweat were also starting to form on his elegant face and rolled down his face before dripping


    onto the paper.


    The longer she spoke, the more her voice resonated and the more powerful it became. Her gaze held a


    hint of unquestionable firmness.


    He gritted his teeth and tried to recall the handwriting on the manuscript in an attempt to replicate the


    handwriting.


    Just then, Charlotte dered, “I’m done!” She had finished writing the tune and passed her sheet to the


    host.


    The camera immediately panned to her sheet, prompting the panel of judges and the audience to make


    comparisons.


    “The handwriting… it looks exactly the same.”


    “There is barely any difference from the handwriting on the other manuscript.”


    Everyone was shocked by the turn of events.


    The camera turned to Michael. Until the very end, he had been unable to produce the tune. His hand


    trembled uncontrobly when he heard that Charlotte had finished writing.


    There was only a single line on his sheet. However, it was very obviously a man’s handwriting. It looked


    nothing like Charlotte’s delicate penmanship.


    “Does this mean… Michael is the giarizer?”


    “So it’s really Charlotte whoposed the piece?”


    “Michael is the real culprit? How was he able to act so brazenly just now?”


    “Amazing! He’s a thief, yet he had the guts to use someone else of stealing. As it turned out, that


    person was the real owner all along!”


    “This plot twist is really shocking!”


    The audience, who had previously supported Michael, now turned on him.