Chapter 149


    “Yvie, please don’t start a scene on stage. Just make a public apology.”


    Yvette remained unfazed by Yasmin’s arrogant behavior. Fixing a wintry gaze on Yasmin, she


    uttered, “Get lost.”


    “Yvie…” Tears brimming in Yasmin’s eyes. She looked like she had been bullied. Her expression


    earned her public sympathy.


    “She has no right to kick Yasmin off the stage. She and President Thompson should be the ones


    who get kicked out!” “They w


    went too far. We


    e need to get those two kicked out.”


    Yvette promptly ignored the useless chatter below the stage. She slowly sat by the piano, and her


    slender fingers danced on the keys.


    She had been ying no absentmindedly. This time, she put on a serious face. The light that


    illuminated her face elevated her ethereal beauty.


    One second ago, the audience had been criticizing her, but now, they gaped at her in


    astonishment.


    The melody that flowed from her fingers sounded heavenly. With her technique, she breezily topped


    Yasmin’s performance.


    Her unparalleled piano ying was proof of her identity as Maestro Rachmaninoff.


    “I can’t believe she’s really Maestro Rachmaninoff!


    The audience hung their heads in shame when they recalled the remarks they had just made about


    Yvette.


    At the same time, Yara and Irwin seemed taken aback. They couldn’t wrap their heads around the


    fact that their precious daughter was the renowned pianist, Mischa Rachmaninoff.


    That exined why Yvette turned down their offer to hire a piano teacher for her. No one else was


    qualified to teach her how to y!


    Meanwhile, Ashton immersed himself in her lovely performance. His heart was filled with shock and


    swelled with pride.


    Was Yvie Mischa Rachmaninoff? He couldn’t help but admire his talented sister.


    The audience marveled at Yvette’s presence and relished in her music. Only Yasmin sat there with


    a pale face. She refused to believe that Yvette, the country bumpkin, was Mischa Rachmaninoff!


    The audience burst into thunderous apuse at the end of Yvette’s performance. People began to


    look at Yvette with respect, which further upset Yasmin.


    “The music industry doesn’t need a member with questionable ethics–a giarist. Yasmin Murray,


    you are officially cklisted!


    “You’re not only barred from joining the Pianists Association, but you will never be able to perform


    as a pianist!” Gabriel announced loudly, staring disdainfully at Yasmin.


    Yvette’s distaste for the problematic Yasmin was totally understandable. A person who giarized


    deserved to be cklisted and canceled for good! Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Yasmin’s face scrunched up when she heard the decision. She knew full well that she shouldn’t


    admit to giarism or her career would be done for.


    She snapped, “So what if Yvette Murray is Mischa Rachmaninoff? How can she prove she came up


    with the song before I did? Speaking of which, I now suspect her of giarizing my creation


    instead!”


    Gabriel sniggered in disbelief. Yasmin must’ve been the most shameless person he hade


    across in his life. Moreover, she had no remorse; she tried to use Yvette of giarism!


    “How dare you use Mischa of giarizing your song when your skills are wanting?” Gabriel


    hurled a caustic insult at Yasmin, who looked


    more miffed


    Despite that, she stubbornly argued, “President Thompson, say whatever you want, but I’ll only


    ept your usation if you have evidence of Mischa Rachmaninoffposing this song before I


    did. If not, I won’t ept the heavy usation of giarism!


    Believing, that Yvette had no concrete evidence, Yasmin thought she could remain unscathed if she


    refused to admit to giarism.