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My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 673
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Chapter 673

Charlotte had thrown the manuscript into the trash can, and it somehow ended up in Michael's hands.

What had once been something that she disliked ended up being someone else's treasure.

Charlotte really couldn't understand it.

Nonplussed, Michael said, “Miss, I think there should be a limit to your jokes. This manuscript is clearly mine, but I

will let the matter slide if you apologize to me. However, I'm starting to get a little angry because you keep testing

my limits. How can you so deliberately twist the truth?”

“Mr. Underwood, I-I am not as good with my words as you are. Nonetheless, the manuscript belongs to me.”

Charlotte's timid expression became unusually resolute. She knew that if she backed down and really took the

blame for the plagiarism, she would have to carry a blackened name for the rest of her life.

I refuse to concede! I did not plagiarize!

Charlotte refused to have her sullied reputation affect her godmother's family. She did not want them to become a

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laughingstock for having a goddaughter who was a plagiarist. That was absolutely unacceptable for her.

At that thought, Charlotte felt as if her entire body was suddenly filled with strength and courage.

“Mr. Underwood, that is my handwriting in that manuscript. I composed that musical composition. We can compare

our handwriting. I firmly believe it doesn't matter how old that manuscript is because no matter how many years

have passed, a person's handwriting won't just change like that. That is unless they are trying to imitate someone

else on purpose.”

The longer she spoke, the more her voice resonated and the more powerful it became. Her gaze held a hint of

unquestionable firmness.

She stared at Michael steadily with clear eyes. Her tone was not aggressive, but her steady gaze caused people to

unable to behave rudely. “Mr. Underwood, I propose we compare our handwritings,” Charlotte suggested.

The quick flash of panic in Michael's expression did not escape Ashlyn's sharp eyes. The latter smiled as she stood

up. “Mr. Underwood, what do you say? It shouldn't be a problem, right?”

Without waiting to hear his reply, Ashlyn turned to a staff member nearby and ordered, “Prepare some pencils and

paper. Mr. Underwood and Charlotte will rewrite the tune on the spot. At the end of this, it will be clear who is the

thief.”

Michael had not expected Ashlyn to act so decisively.

Thus, he was a little dazed when the staff member placed the pencil and paper before him.

Beside him, Charlotte had already picked up the pencil and was rapidly scribbling on the sheet of paper.

Michael held the pencil in his hands, but he was ultimately unable to write anything.

Almost everyone's gazes were fixed on the two of them.

Michael's expression turned ashen. Although he pretended to be composed on the surface, his back was slick with

sweat.

Beads of sweat were also starting to form on his elegant face and rolled down his face before dripping onto the

paper.

He gritted his teeth and tried to recall the handwriting on the manuscript in an attempt to replicate the handwriting.

Just then, Charlotte declared, “I'm done!” She had finished writing the tune and passed her sheet to the host.

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The camera immediately panned to her sheet, prompting the panel of judges and the audience to make

comparisons.

“The handwriting... it looks exactly the same.”

“There is barely any difference from the handwriting on the other manuscript.”

Everyone was shocked by the turn of events.

The camera turned to Michael. Until the very end, he had been unable to produce the tune. His hand trembled

uncontrollably when he heard that Charlotte had finished writing.

There was only a single line on his sheet. However, it was very obviously a man's handwriting. It looked nothing like

Charlotte's delicate penmanship.

“Does this mean... Michael is the plagiarizer?”

“So it's really Charlotte who composed the piece?”

“Michael is the real culprit? How was he able to act so brazenly just now?”

“Amazing! He's a thief, yet he had the guts to accuse someone else of stealing. As it turned out, that person was

the real owner all along!”

“This plot twist is really shocking!”

The audience, who had previously supported Michael, now turned on him.