Chapter 350 Isnât she called Yvonne?
Nikita threw the music score on the table, crossed her arms, and gave Malcolm a cold stare: âI didnât promise you when you wanted to take me as an apprentice.
Now youâre going to take an impostor?â
Malcolmâs face changed slightly, and he soon understood her meaning.
âYou mean you wrote this music score?
Someone copied you?â
Nikita glared at him again and said rudely, âIsnât what I said obvious enough?â
The expression on Malcolmâs face suddenly became serious.
Maddox also frowned when he heard it.
Malcolm chose a disciple just by this piece of music, but the disciple turned out to be a plagiarist.
Besides, the plagiarized music was written by Nikita.
Therefore, Malcolm thought that he had discovered another musical genius, as if he had found a treasure, but the genius was still Nikita.
Somehow, Maddox just wanted to laugh.
It seems that Malcolm couldnât have the disciple.
He couldnât let Nikita think of him as a teacher, which was definitely the biggest regret of his life. Maybe at the moment he closed his eyes and died, he would be still regretful.
âThree years ago, she participated in the National Youth Piano Competition with this piece of music and won the first prize. If it was copied from you, all the honors of the winner should not belong to her.â
Malcolmâs eyes sank with anger, and he looked gloomy.
He abhorred plagiarism.
What was more, this plagiarist was originally his favorite disciple candidate.
It was like a slap in the face, which made him suspicious of his vision.
âWait.â Maddoxâs face suddenly changed, and his brow frowned tightly. âMalcolm, you meant that the person who copied Nikita took the copied song to the competition three years ago, and won the first prize?â
âOf course.â Malcolm was so angry that his voice was low. âBased on Nikitaâs talent, this piece of music can definitely winâ the first place in no matter what competition.â
A piece of music written casually could surprise people.
Such a genius should get the first place very easily.
âThree years ago, a student in our school won the first prize in the piano competition.â Maddoxâs face also became serious. âThen this plagiarist is from our school.â
âYes, this little girl is from your school.â Malcolmâs voice sounded furious. âHer surname is Swift as well.
Originally, I thought there were two geniuses with the same surname, both of whom were from the same school. So it was a rare fate.
âNow it seemsâ¦â Malcolmâs face was dark. He turned his head and said coldly at Maddox, âMaddox, since she is a student in your school, you have to give Nikita an account of this matter.â
Maddox pursed his lips and lowered his voice, âYou donât have to strengthen it. I will definitely give Nikita an account.â
She dared to copy his senior sister?
That she had to pay a price.
âYou said, the plagiaristâs surname is Swift, 100?â Nikita suddenly smiled, thinking this was getting more and more interesting. âLet me guess, isnât she called Yvonne?â
âDoes Miss Swift know this girl named Yvonne?â Homer, standing behind Malcolm, replied for him, âYes, this plagiaristâs name is Yvonne.
Like Miss Swift, she is a high school junior. I heard that her academic performance is quite good, and she is one of the top students in the school.â
Nikita curved her lips, and her slender white fingers gently tapped on the desktop.