The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 242

On the giant screen at the front of the room, several documents suddenly appeared.

Charlotte hit send, tossed her phone into her bag, and announced in a cool voice, “The profits from these scores, plus the compensation for Olivia’s plagiarism, will all be donated to charity.”

Scores? Laura’s hands shook as she tapped open the folder. The moment she saw what was inside, her eyes went wide.

No way.

These weren’t just any pieces of music. These were Echo’s most iconic works, the kind that belonged in a museum. No one had ever laid eyes on the full versions before. Rumor had it that someone once offered hundreds of millions to buy them and got turned down without hesitation.

Now, out of nowhere, they were being released for free. Here. In front of everyone.

The crowd erupted with chatter. The judges looked absolutely stunned, like they’d just discovered a new planet.

“If this doesn’t prove she’s Echo, I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.”

“Now that I’ve seen Echo’s complete scores, I can die happy.”

Steven watched the chaos, then stumbled back a step, turning to Olivia, his voice shaky. “Olivia, is she really…?”

Olivia stared at the screen, her world crumbling. She shut her eyes, barely able to whisper, “She really is Echo.” She sounded broken. “Dad, it’s over for me.”

How could that useless girl be Echo?

Steven’s face turned ashen as he froze, speechless.

Backstage, Kenneth was standing right in front of the big screen, a baseball bat still in his hand as if he’d been about to step up. His face was filled with shock.

“Lottie is Echo?”

“Lottie, come here.”

Charlotte walked over and sat down on the sofa, keeping a bit of space between them.

The next thing she knew, Anthony’s hand landed softly on her head, fingers ruffling her hair.

“Tired?”

“A little,” she answered quietly. She was just about to lean back when he suddenly scooped her up. One second she was sitting there, the next she was nestled in his arms, her body fitting perfectly against his chest.

“Rest for a bit.”

He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other supporting the back of her neck. His touch was steady and gentle.