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Carrie nced toward the hallway and said to the housekeeper, “Head to my room and bring me the blue folder next to theputer desk.”

Randell’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Wait—Carrie, did you write new songs again?”

She nodded with a small smile. “Three, actually. Once I have enough toplete an album, I’m going to take a break and get prepared to give birth to my baby.”

A sh of disappointment crossed Randell’s face, but he nodded in understanding.

“Alright. Priorities first,” he said gently. “Once you’re ready, we’ll work on the songs together. Asher said everything should revolve around what’s best for you.”

Carrie nodded again, her expression softening. “I’ve also nned a grand finale. My new drama’s wrapping up soon—and I want to use your song as the theme.”

Randell shot up from his seat, clearly excited. “A new drama? You wrote it?”

She ced a cup of coffee beside him and said, “Yep. Wrote it under my pen name—Katrina. But I’m not in it. The leads are some new faces ourpany signed.”

At the mention of the name Katrina, Randell could barely contain himself. That alias had weight—it was practically legendary. Getting his song tied to a Katrina-penned drama could be a major career milestone.

Still, he wasn’t naive. He knew Carrie didn’t need him to drop by just to talk music—Ruby usually handled that kind of thing.

So he asked directly, “Carrie, is there something else you wanted to talk to me about? If there’s anything you need, just say it.”

Carrie took a calm sip of water before replying, “Yeah, there is something I need your help with. Honestly, I didn’t want any more attention, so I wrote those songs under a pseudonym. But now… I’m stuck in a giarism scandal.”

Randell blinked. “giarism? Are you serious?”

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Randell frowned, clearly confused. “But that’s ridiculous. Your style’s totally unique. There’s no way you copied anyone—you basically created a whole new sound.” He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

And it was true. Carrie’s music stood out for its creativity.

She blended ssicalposition techniques—some taught by the Music Association—with catchy, modern pop. The result was something that resonated…

With people, but never felt generic. Every song carried subtle nods to the ssics, but the arrangements were all hers.

She gave him a brief rundown of everything that had gone down with the Music Association.

Since she nned to go public with her identity soon, she didn’t want Randell caught off guard.

After hearing the full story, he agreed to support her however she needed.

Right as they wrapped up their conversation, another visitor showed up.

It was Kyson. He hadn’te by in a long time.

Ever since Carrie made it clear she would never ept him, Kyson had been keeping his distance, mostlymunicating through Marina.

Randell, meanwhile, had his nose deep in the blue folder. The more he flipped through Carrie’s new work, the more impressed he looked. But once he saw Kyson step in—clearly a guest—he stood up respectfully.

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