Chapter 516

Chapter 516:
Brandon pressed his fingers to his temple, already feeling the dull throb of a headache.
“That’s not how it works. The right of authorship is rightfully hers and hers alone, Vivian. This isn’t about simply tacking her name on afterward.”
Vivian paused, then slipped her arm through his and gently guided him to sit on the couch beside her.
“Listen, Brandon,” she began, her tone soft but determined. “You’re missing the point. If we leave only Eva’s name on the credits, it’s basically admitting that the infringement was real in the first place.”
Her tone turned grave as she continued, “If I do that, everything I’ve worked for—my entire public persona—will go up in smoke.”
She hesitated, her gaze unwavering. “And it means I lose.”
Brandon knew exactly what she meant. That was why he’d tried to persuade Eva into signing a non-disclosure agreement. But with Eva refusing, the issue remained a ticking time bomb. This update is available on
To Brandon, the only way to cut their losses was to pull the plug on the “Love of Vivian” project entirely. Vivian, however, wouldn’t budge.
The whole mess left Brandon massaging his temples, exhaustion in his eyes. Vivian studied him, her lips curling into a measured smile.
“I’ve added Eva’s name now, haven’t I? I’m not shutting her out—I’m giving her credit for her work.” Her voice carried a brisk finality. “We pay her, we offer her some resources. With her name on the song and money in her pocket, there’s no reason for her to feel slighted anymore.”
Flashing a practiced smile, she stated firmly, “Brandon, this is the best possible outcome—for all of us.”
Brandon’s gaze flickered with unease as he studied Vivian. He could see that her entire scheme teetered on one condition—Eva’s cooperation. Without it, they were wide open to accusations of infringement.
“So, are you still set on pushing ahead with the ‘Love of Vivian’ project?” he asked, his tone careful.
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Vivian’s answer came without hesitation. “I am.” Her chin lifted, her defiance unyielding. “Brandon, I’m not backing down. Even if you walk away, I’ll keep moving forward on my own.”
For her, “Love of Vivian” wasn’t just another project—it was her one shot at making it big.
Eva, on the other hand, was nobody important—a struggling singer forced to hawk her songs for a living, even enduring the sweltering heat in a suffocating mascot costume just to scrape by. The image flashed in Vivian’s mind and only hardened her resolve.
As far as Vivian was concerned, Eva was just stalling, angling for a bigger payout before she caved. This drawn-out battle of wills was nothing more than posturing for leverage.
In Vivian’s mind, there was no real threat here. Sooner or later, Eva would fold. Handling her would be a breeze.
Vivian saw no need for another meeting with Eva; at this point, it was just a meaningless gesture.
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