My Extraordinary Wife

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 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.”

resonated and the more powerful it became. Her gaze held a hint of

steadily with clear eyes. Her tone was not aggressive, but her steady gaze caused people to unable to behave

Michael’s expression did not escape Ashlyn’s sharp eyes. The latter smiled

waiting to hear his reply, Ashlyn turned to a staff member nearby and ordered, “Prepare some pencils and paper. Mr. Underwood and Charlotte will

Ashlyn

he was a little dazed when the staff

Charlotte had already picked up the pencil and was rapidly scribbling on the sheet

the pencil in his hands, but

everyone’s gazes were fixed on the

expression turned ashen. Although he pretended to be composed on

were also starting to form on his elegant

resonated and the more powerful it became. Her gaze held a

handwriting on the manuscript in an attempt to

then, Charlotte declared, “I’m done!” She had finished writing the tune and passed her

to her sheet, prompting the

handwriting… it looks