Chapter 94

Some people even came right up to her, got close to Roschelle, and whispered things that everyone could hear.

“Ms. Whitaker, you needed to watch out for Alarieka; she clearly just wanted to stand out and refused to change her dress on purpose to get attention.”

“Yeah, Alarieka dared to accuse you of plagiarism before, which meant she already had second thoughts about you. You really had to be careful.”

When everyone saw Kieran’s attitude toward Roschelle, they all rushed to please her.

Roschelle’s eyes showed a deep meaning, and she still had that generous, flawless smile on her face.

“How could that be? Ms. Huston wasn’t that kind of person. I trusted her; she just took a wrong turn for a moment and didn’t know I was Lindsey.”

That guy really knew how to play both sides: “Ms. Whitaker, good thing the truth finally came out, and Mr. Argent was on your side, or else how much would you have had to put up with?”

Alarieka slowly clenched her fist and took a deep breath.

She slowly forced a smile on her face: “Since today is Sir Argent’s birthday, I’ll give Sir Argent a song as a birthday gift.”

She walked over with big steps.

But Kieran suddenly grabbed her wrist, looked at her like she was a spoiled kid, and said in a slightly serious tone, “What are you doing?”

Alarieka gave a cold smile: “Of course, to apologize to Ms. Whitaker.”

She suddenly pulled Kieran’s hand away, walked quickly to the piano, went behind Roschelle, and stood in front of the piano.

She laughed and said, “Since ‘Aspiration’ was Ms. Whitaker’s work, I’ll use this ‘Aspiration’ as a humble tribute to Ms. Whitaker.”

The people watching muttered again, “See, I told you, she just wanted to show off and get those guys to notice her.”

Alarieka sat on the piano bench and heard everyone clearly. She joked, “Ms. Whitaker wouldn’t mind, right?”

Roschelle’s face froze for a second, then she gave a mocking, sarcastic smile: “It’s fine, go ahead and play.”

Roschelle felt sure.

Alarieka was just a high school student. As far as she knew, she had only learned piano for a few years, not very well. She hadn’t joined any big competitions, hadn’t won any awards, and didn’t have any great works to her name.

She was sure Alarieka definitely didn’t play as well as she did.

It would just make a fool of herself.

She just waited for the moment when Alarieka got slapped in the face by her again.

Alarieka had heard “Aspiration” countless times and played it countless times, so she could easily tell that Roschelle’s “My Love,” which was copied, didn’t even have a tenth of what “Aspiration” had.

Roschelle totally missed the point of “Aspiration” and played it all wrong, and “My Love” sounded even worse.

Roschelle really was dumb, couldn’t even copy things right.

“My Love” was simply a disgrace to “Aspiration.”

Today, she would reluctantly let Roschelle see what “Aspiration” meant.

She raised her hands and put them on the piano keys.

Fingers pressed down on the piano keys, and the beautiful sound of the piano spread out right away.

“Aspiration” was a piece Lindsey created before she passed away. It was about wanting to fly over mountains, wanting to cross forests, wanting freedom and happiness, and longing for all good things.

Lindsey’s background wasn’t lucky, but she was tough too.

She didn’t rely on love, didn’t rely on men, only relied on herself.

It wasn’t about longing for love.

Roschelle plagiarized and made “My Love,” which just simply praised love and didn’t really get what Lindsey truly meant. So, Roschelle just couldn’t play the real melody that “Aspiration” was supposed to have.

The melody wasn’t tender but was passionate and angry.

Alarieka took a deep breath, her fingers moving over the piano keys.

A kind of melody that was clearly similar to Roschelle’s “My Love,” but also totally different, was born under her hands.

Alarieka heard this familiar melody, and her blood almost started to boil. Her mind got clearer and clearer, and her fingers moved faster and faster.

The melody sounded passionate like longing, and also winding like frustration.

The listener’s mind was totally drawn in, almost staring at Alarieka’s profile and fingers in a daze.

This was what real “Aspiration” should have been.

Even people who hadn’t studied piano professionally could totally tell whether Roschelle’s “My Love” was better, or Alarieka’s “Aspiration” was better.

The result was clear; no one thought Roschelle was better.

It was exactly because of this that everyone looked up and carefully watched Roschelle’s expression.

No one really expected this, but it seemed like the Argent family’s adopted daughter Alarieka’s piano skills were actually above Roschelle’s?

Unexpected!