Chapter 487

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Vivian’s gaze lingered on the frog-suited Millie before she answered. “Actually, we wanted to talk about ‘Glimmer of Love.’”
Charles motioned for the assistant and the rest of the staff to step out, shutting the door behind them.
He shot Millie a meaningful look, then turned to Vivian. “Vivian, our company has already served you with a legal notice. We’ve warned you multiple times about your infringement, and you chose to ignore it. Frankly, there’s nothing left to negotiate.”
He delivered the line with the precise cadence he and Millie had rehearsed earlier.
Vivian brushed Charles aside, focusing instead on the silent woman in the oversized frog costume.
“Eva, what about you?” she asked, her eyes narrowing with a sly glint before shifting to a look of fake concern.
She let out a soft sigh, her voice dripping with affected sympathy. “It can’t be easy, can it? Being a nobody at Evans Entertainment, selling your songs quietly while the company keeps all the spotlight for someone else.”
The instant Vivian finished, Charles and Brandon both turned to her, their reactions sharply opposed.
Brandon’s brow furrowed in silent displeasure, but Charles shot to his feet, his voice sharp with outrage. “Vivian, what the hell are you saying?”
Vivian offered only a tight, rueful smile, guilt flickering across her face. “I claimed your song as my own. That was wrong of me, and I’m here to make it right.”
She rose and gave a formal, apologetic bow. “Today, I want to settle this once and for all. Brandon and I are prepared to pay you for the right of attribution, so the song will belong solely to me.”
Vivian turned toward Millie, still hidden in the frog costume, her expression softening with feigned concern. “You probably could use the money,” she murmured, her smile carrying a note of pity. “Wearing a mascot suit in this heat just to get by—it can’t be easy.”
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Charles bristled, barely containing his rage.
Ignoring him completely, Vivian clasped her hands and leaned in, her tone turning gentle, as if offering a lifeline. “So, why not accept my offer?”
Millie kept silent, her face unreadable behind the mascot head. Charles, not missing a beat, raised his voice, flinging accusations at Vivian. “Vivian, you’re unbelievable! Eva, don’t listen to her—those song rights belong to you, and no one can take that away.”
Peering through the mesh of the costume, Millie watched Vivian’s smug little smirk and Brandon’s poker-faced calm.
She coughed twice, adding a scratchy rasp to her voice.
“Mr. Watson, what’s your take on this?” she asked, deliberately sounding hoarse.
At last, Brandon’s gaze settled on the mascot. He studied the frog costume, trying to size her up.
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