The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 990: The person Nathalie is waiting for, has arrived!

Nathalie took out her phone which was already prepared, selected an audio document, and pressed play. The melodious music surged through the hospital room.

It was in the style of Lighten Chaser.

Very intense.

And uniquely difficult to imitate.

After opening the audio document on her phone, Nathalie tossed the phone onto the hospital bed and spoke in a clear, indifferent tone: "Is this the section you copied?"

Ghania Quinlan’s pupils dilated intensely, and she instinctively tried to grasp the bedding. However, when she exerted force, she only felt severe pain from her fingers. She suddenly remembered the doctor’s words from earlier, saying her hands were ruined and she would never be able to play the piano again. A strong hatred burst from her eyes as she looked at Nathalie and coldly denied, "I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never heard this piece before."

"Nathalie, if you want to slander me for plagiarism, there’s really no need!"

Her eyes flickering, she continued to stubbornly argue: "I’ve already won the Grammy Award, that trophy will only be mine. Overseas is not like here; it’s not a place you can control alone. Even if your teacher is Mr. Norton, don’t forget, I have a teacher too! You might run the show domestically, where you can paint black as white, but it’s not the same overseas!"

She hadn’t finished speaking.

The door to the hospital room was pushed open once again.

This time, the person who entered was none other than the teacher Ghania had bitterly mentioned — Steven.

Steven was dressed in a suit, not as old as Shawn Norton, just past middle age, blonde hair and blue eyes, well-preserved. At this moment, his golden hair was slightly disheveled, showing he had hurried here.

"Teacher, how did you..."

He didn’t pay attention to Ghania Quinlan on the bed, who looked shocked and frantic. Instead, he walked straight over to Nathalie until he stood in front of her, his tone serious, "Do you still have that piece of music that was just played in the room?"

Nathalie raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous sneer, both arrogant and casual: "I do. Which part would Master Steven like to hear?"

"How many parts do you have?" Steven’s complexion was poor, as if he hadn’t expected there to be many, staring at her slightly.

Picking up her phone, Nathalie leisurely flipped through the folders in her audio files, her tone lazy and relaxed: "Hmm, not many. Seven or eight parts."

She tilted her head, her black eyes clear and distinct, asking, "Would Master Steven like to hear them?"

Steven was silent for several seconds before he finally spoke with difficulty, his politeness evident, "Certainly. If it’s convenient for Ms. Quinlan..."

Nathalie didn’t let him finish, cutting in: "Convenient, there’s no inconvenience."

She handed over the phone.

Steven took it carefully, and when he saw the seven or eight folders Nathalie had opened in the audio section, he took a deep breath, steeled himself, and started from the top.

The same piece of music that was just played in the hospital room started playing again.

The more he listened, the more furrowed his brows became.

Not long ago, he had heard a similar arrangement, but the version he heard was played with a piano. This one... was played with an electric guitar, interspersed with synthesizer sounds, and seemed to include a classical instrument.

He was not from Zenla and didn’t know much about classical musical instruments in the country, but he was aware that Zenla had many traditional instruments, like the Chimes, which he had once been very interested in.

After listening to the first part, his lips were tightly pursed, and his expression turned grave, showing he was very serious.