Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 53: I Wrote Those Words Myself!

The first time Kaija met Liisi, Liisi had told her she lived in Building B, 2nd floor. The witch had made a horrible mistake letting her know that, because right now Kaija was heading straight there.

She didn’t even have to reach Building B. Just as she passed through the front gate to the dorms, she spotted a figure with pastel pink hair walking alone under the yellow streetlights near Building S. That same small frame, that same walk.

Without wasting another second, Kaija sprinted toward the girl and grabbed her by the shoulder. The girl turned around, her large light brown eyes blinking innocently, face slightly startled at Kaija’s blank expression. It was really Liisi. Now, Kaija knew for sure it was her who was sneaking outside of Antony’s room that day.

"Sister," Kaija whispered, the corner of her mouth curling into a sweet smile. "We need to talk."

Liisi’s shoulder stiffened under her grip, and so did the features on her lovely face, but very quickly they melted back into that same bright smile. "Oh, sister! You scared me. I didn’t expect to run into you."

"Oh?" Kaija raised an eyebrow. "You didn’t? I thought last time we talked, you hoped to run into me soon?"

"Oh! Right, right!" Liisi exclaimed. "Of course I always love seeing you. I just said that out of habit. Silly me, ha ha..."

Kaija’s face brightened as she matched Liisi’s cheerful tone. "The way I see it, you’re not silly at all, sister. You’re actually pretty brilliant. So brilliant you decided to steal my whole damn song without even bothering to change a single word."

Liisi’s smile stayed perfectly in place, her tone steady, as if she’d already prepared herself for this moment. "Listen to yourself, sister. Do you even hear what you’re saying? Me? Stealing from a trainee like you? Maybe keep your voice down, unless you want someone to hear you."

"Oh, really?" Kaija shot back coldly, her smile disappearing in an instant. "What’s the date of your first recording file? Whatever version you made first, the date on my first recording would be way before yours."

Liisi pushed Kaija’s hand away. Her tone only grew lighter, now dripping with derision. "Well, well, sister. You’re still just a trainee, I see. What does the date of the file have to do with the fact that I wrote the song before you did? Or are you telling me you stole my song and recorded it before I even got the chance?" A laugh burst out of her. "Everyone at KE knows now that I wrote the song, and that I’m competing with it. The stealer is you, sister. So please, stop embarrassing yourself."

Kaija’s face tightened with utter disdain. She knew Liisi would deny everything, but she didn’t expect her skin to be this thick. The witch was actually claiming she wrote the song herself.

She also hadn’t expected Liisi to be this well-prepared for the confrontation. The lyric sheets Kaija had worked on couldn’t prove she wrote the song before Liisi did. And now that everyone at KE could testify they heard Liisi sang it first, Kaija was cornered.

Her lips curled into a bitter smirk. So this was how artists stole songs so easily from trainees in previous competitions. What a truly eye-opening experience!

As Kaija stood there with her fists clenched at her sides, searching for something to snap back with, a cold male voice spoke from behind them, his deep timbre resonant in the night air.

"Is it true that you stole her work?"

Both Kaija and Liisi turned around. Karl had been standing there — for how long, they didn’t know. Liisi froze upon recognizing him. She quickly brought both hands behind her back, hiding how trembling they were.

Kaija’s rage crashed into deep frustration at Karl’s question. Even Karl was taking Liisi’s side? Suspecting her of stealing Liisi’s work? She was seriously running out of luck today.

Liisi quickly arranged her face into a soggy, pitiful expression. Her voice came out small and broken, like she’d been deeply wounded. "Karl! You arrived just in time! I need your help!"

Karl’s face stayed unreadable as he approached them. He glanced at Kaija, who held his gaze in silence, then at Liisi. The temperature in his tone dropped even further as he growled,

"I’m asking you, Liisi. Speak. Now."

Kaija’s eyes widened. She’d thought the earlier question was aimed at her, but Karl was... taking her side? Just how much had he overheard? She looked toward Liisi.

Liisi’s face was now dark with fear. Under Karl’s intense stare, even her shoulders shook now, not just her hands. Her voice rose sharply. "Karl, what are you talking about? I didn’t steal anything! She’s claiming I stole her song!"

She pointed straight at Kaija. "You can’t seriously believe her over me! You’ve known me for so long, Karl! She’s just a trainee who’s only been here two months! How could she even write a song?"

Karl’s mouth curled into a smirk, his tone sneering. "Look who’s talking. Did you write a single song in your recent albums, or was it all your producer?"

"I didn’t write them," Liisi snapped. "But I wrote my own songs for every festival!"

"Right, right!" A hard laugh burst out of Karl, making both Liisi and Kaija startle. Then his laugh died just as abruptly, his tone dropping into a low, menacing growl. "Of course you wrote your own songs. I almost died laughing watching you sing those trashy lines in previous festivals. And now you’re telling me you penned those skillful rhymes in the song you blasted all over the chats? You’ll make me die from laughter."

Liisi’s face tightened, then contorted with hurt. Her eyes trembled, already glistening as if tears could spill any second. "Karl! How could you say that?!" she cried, her voice breaking. "I wrote those words myself! I poured my heart into it! I wrote them all thinking of you, Karl!"

Karl’s face twitched slightly at the sudden confession. He definitely didn’t see that coming, especially not with the blondie standing right there beside him.

Kaija, on the side, was just as shocked. She wrote the damn song thinking of her mom, how she wished their relationship could have been better. Now Liisi was twisting it into a love song? And for Karl Hanski, of all people?