Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 867: Chapter 867: Does Tracy Swift Really Understand Music?

After that, Xaviera Evans presented another document, a proposal created by Tracy Swift. The handwriting on both pictures was completely different. Everyone knew that Tracy Swift was Rita, but why was the handwriting on both pictures different?

Originally, Tracy wanted to comfort the furious David Bronte, but at this moment, she saw the enlarged picture on the screen, her expression instantly stiffened, and her eyes were filled with deep resentment.

Her mind went blank, time seemingly stopped, and all she could hear was the sound of her heart racing uncontrollably.

The atmosphere was silent, but bullet comments exploded like crazy:[Wow! They really are different!]

[Could it be that what Xaviera Evans said is true? Tracy Swift is not the real Rita?]

Xaviera scanned the various expressions of the crowd, smiled slightly, and said, “Miss Swift, can you explain why the handwriting on the two pictures is different?”

Tracy Swift’s body trembled, her face was as white as paper, and her lips quivered as she tried to speak.

At this moment, the reporters surrounding her were also getting anxious, “Miss Swift?”

In the midst of the chaos, Mrs. Swift explained loudly, “What’s so strange about that? The handwriting on that proposal was written by an assistant as Tracy dictated. As you all know, Tracy is very busy and can’t be hands-on all the time. Isn’t it normal for an assistant to help with notes?”

“Xaviera, today is Tracy’s award ceremony. What’s the point in causing a scene at such an important moment? I suggest you leave now. No matter how much trouble you cause, it won’t change the fact that Tracy is Rita!”

Sweat broke out on Tracy’s nervous forehead, and she slowly raised her head after hearing Mrs. Swift’s words, revealing an extremely aggrieved expression.

With a blank expression, Xaviera chuckled: “Since Mrs. Swift is so sure that Miss Swift is Rita, then how about I ask a few questions? Miss Swift is open and upright in her actions; I’m sure she won’t refuse.”

After saying this, without waiting for Tracy’s answer, Xaviera asked, “Miss Swift, the song “Dust” for which you won the award is indeed very pleasant to listen to. I would like to ask how many trills are in this composition?”

Tracy was suddenly choked up and replied somewhat irritably, “Why should I answer you? This has nothing to do with the award ceremony…”

“For Miss Swift, the composer, knowing the number of trills in the song is something she should know by heart. Or is it that Miss Swift doesn’t know at all?”

David Bronte looked impatient, “Rita, just tell her and get her out of here so we can continue with the award ceremony.”

Tracy’s lips turned white with tension. How could she know how many trills were in the song? She didn’t understand music and hadn’t even listened to the song a few times.

This despicable woman! She should have killed her a long time ago!

Tracy clenched her fists, biting her lip tightly. If she insisted on not answering, it would definitely arouse suspicion. Closing her eyes, she thought carefully. There didn’t seem to be many trills in the song “Dust” – maybe two?

Her voice was shaky: “It should be two.”

The audience was taken aback, their eyes filled with confusion.

Seeing everyone’s stunned expressions, Tracy’s heartbeat raced, and just as she was about to correct her answer, Xaviera preemptively spoke up: “Miss Swift said it’s two?”

“This…”

Some musicians who attended the award ceremony whispered, “Two? Anyone who understands music knows that this song has many trills, definitely not just two!”

Upon hearing the whisperings of the musicians, Tracy hurriedly spoke up, “It’s not two, it’s five. I was just nervous and misspoke. It’s five!”

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was stunned. They were all music enthusiasts, and although they hadn’t calculated the exact number of trills in the song, they all knew there were definitely more than five.

[Does Tracy Swift really understand music?]

Xaviera laughed lightly, “Miss Swift, unfortunately, your answer is wrong!”

Sweat dripped down Tracy’s forehead, and her expression gradually became distorted with rage. How dare this vile woman ruin her award ceremony?

“Miss Swift, this song is a piece Rita created four years ago. Although it has been some time, how could a composer not remember their own composition? This song has eight trills in the chorus alone, so Miss Swift’s answer is wrong.”

“Is this song really composed by Miss Swift? But why do I feel that you don’t seem familiar with the song you composed? Anyone who knows a bit about music knows that this song has many trills, yet Miss Swift doesn’t know! I’m really curious whether Miss Swift has a bad memory or if you’re not Rita at all?”