The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 994: You Can’t Go to Curtis Music Academy Anymore

The evidence that Ghania Quinlan plagiarized and misappropriated others’ works is conclusive, almost a certainty.

The result is obvious.

Master Steven did not think for long before he lifted his head and said to Ghania Quinlan, "You can no longer go to Curtis Music Academy."

"Teacher." Ghania Quinlan became panicked, called out in a flustered manner, and struggled to rise from the bed.

However, Master Steven remained unmoved. This time, his attitude was very resolute. He shook his head and with a gaze that discouraged her, he said, "Curtis Music Academy is a Hall of Fame-level music academy, housing top students from every continent. Your talent is not outstanding, but I have always believed you are a talented student, and I personally very much appreciate your composition style. Even though you do not meet the qualifications for studying abroad at Curtis, I applied for this spot for you..."

Ghania Quinlan, of course, knew this; she knew that Steven initially accepted her because he liked her composition style.

But that style was not hers, it was Nathalie Quinlan’s style!

She had no choice but to imitate it.

To steal!

Ghania Quinlan’s lips trembled uncontrollably, her throat felt as if it were blocked by cotton, unable to utter a word, her vision darkened, nearly fainting, barely hanging on by a thread, preventing her eyes from rolling back and falling down.

"Now I am revoking your spot. And from today onward, you will no longer be my student!" Steven said with a stern and serious expression, his blue eyes focusing intently on her, "I can accept having a student whose talent doesn’t stand out, but I cannot accept a student who lacks integrity in playing the piano. That is my bottom line."

"..." Ghania Quinlan’s throat felt as if it were being strangled.

She absolutely didn’t expect Steven to expel her directly from his tutelage. Her eyes involuntarily widened; initially, she managed to force herself to remain calm, but now she couldn’t maintain her composure any longer, her pretty face turned as pale as paper, fragile to the touch, and in her panic, she tried to get up from the bed, her words tumbling out without coherence.

"I admit, Nathalie helped me adjust the compositions."

The next second, she emphasized: "But I wrote that piece myself! I wrote the piece first before I gave it to her to check; it’s not plagiarism at all."

"Whether you plagiarized or not can be known just by searching online for the release times of those segments you appropriated. Ghania Quinlan, are you sure you want us to check online right now?" Amadeus Yancey spoke nonchalantly, but each of his sentences thrust Ghania Quinlan deeper into an endless hell!

He didn’t even give Ghania Quinlan time to react, raising an eyebrow, and instructed in a light, clear voice: "Alfred Garland, please check for Master Steven."

This time, Ghania Quinlan truly panicked. Her eyes reddening, not waiting for the man standing at the doorway of the sickroom to check, she suddenly screamed, "Don’t check!"

Her emotions wouldn’t be so volatile if it weren’t revealing.

The moment Myles Sullivan suggests looking up evidence online, her sudden vehemence virtually confirms her plagiarism.

Myles Sullivan widened his eyes in astonishment, unable to believe that even the pieces Ghania Quinlan won at the Grammy Awards were plagiarized from others.

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, instinctively frowning, incredulous, "Ghania, you?"

Ghania Quinlan dared not look at him, her face pale as fragile paper, her lips trembling, eyes flickering, staring at the man with blonde hair and blue eyes, her voice both fast and soft, "Teacher, you believe me, I didn’t, they are framing me, they..."

Her throat was dry and tight, as if blocked by a clump of cotton, she could only get this far, unable to continue speaking.