Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 811

Chapter 811: Chapter 812

[That’s awesome!]

[I could listen to that voice all night.]

[I’m head over heels for you!]

[I’m a die-hard fan of Summer, here to cheer on you!]

The screen was a carnival of fan adoration.

David flicked off the tipping feature, "Guys, don’t waste your dough."

With that simple line, his fans fell even harder for him, flooding the chat with [You’re such a sweetheart.]

[I love you even more now].

David faced the camera, earnest as ever, "In a moment, I’ll strip away the BPM, effects, riffs and all those musical frills until we’re left with just the melody, the harmonies and the bass parts."

David got down to business, "Some folks reckon her intro’s a dead ringer for ’Memory’, others say it’s spitting image of ’The Last Season’, and some bring up ’Dear John’. Let’s compare and see if they’re barking up the right tree."

He took Summer’s intro and laid it alongside the intros of the songs mentioned by the fans.

The comments rolled in.

[Different vibes.]

[Now that I listen to it, it’s not quite the same.]

[Summer’s got talent to burn; no way she’s a copycat.]

[Sounds like someone’s just green with envy.]

[David’s got skills! He’s setting the record straight like a pro - first of his kind in the country!]

David paused the comparison, looked into the lens, and said, "Some say Summer just added a few instruments to ’Valentine’s Day’, spicing up the tune, while others argue she only tweaked a few details from ’Wish’, giving it a fresh twist but ultimately it’s just a rip-off. Some are adamant the arrangement’s the same, save for a few subtle changes. Let’s take a close listen to the melody of Summer’s song and see how it stacks up against these tracks."

After another round of comparisons, he asked, "Sound similar?"

[Nope."

[Absolutely no connection.]

[They were never alike to begin with, no clue why there’s so much hate online!]

[Now that David’s stepped in, let’s see who dares to cry ’copycat’ at Summer!]

[Summer never copied, period.]

David then addressed the unseen audience, "Let’s dig into the song’s rhythm. You all know about quarter beats, half beats, three-quarter beats, and so on. Let’s tune into her rhythm."

David gave a live demonstration. While the audience was virtually drooling over the performance, they became more convinced of Summer’s originality, noting no resemblance to those other eighteen songs.

David approached the issue from several angles, systematically clearing Summer of any suspicion.

"Finally, let’s vibe with the style of this track, what you might call its genre. This song was released by Summer two years back, and throughout it, you can hear her aesthetic, her spirit - the whole shebang

that’s uniquely Summer. Compare it with the rest and see if you can spot any copycat business," David instructed everyone to listen closely, once and again.

The screen lit up with comments:

[Summer’s tune is just way catchier.]

[After all is said and done, I’d like to see those haters talk their way out of this one!]

[Ms. Kiki did the right thing suing ’em, gotta make ’em pay!]

[To all the doubters, take a good listen to David’s expert breakdown. You claim Summer’s a copycat; now where’s your proof?]

Had it not been for Kelly spilling the beans, Joyce and Mya wouldn’t have even known their roommate was also Summer! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Meanwhile, across the ocean in an upscale club’s private room.

A group of young elites were enjoying their night when the door swung open, revealing a figure that instantly tamed the rowdy crowd.

"Hunter."

"Hunter, what brings you here? Sean, Hunter is here."

"Hunter, if you’re looking for Sean, we’ll get out of your way. We’ll leave you two to it, Sean."

The man lounging on the sofa, Sean, flashed a devilish grin as he watched his friends scatter, leaving him alone with Hunter in the end.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Hunter?" Sean, always brash, toned it down a notch in Hunter’ presence, but his irreverent demeanor still earned a frown from Hunter.

"New Year’s coming up. I don’t care how busy you are. If you’re not around for the holiday, you’ll wish you were. Understand?" Hunter placed an object in front of Sean, "This is a present from Rose. Don’t you dare show up empty-handed."

Sean chuckled, not expecting the usually stoic and workaholic Hunter to make a personal appearance, let alone deliver a gift on behalf of his sister.

On the table lay a rolled-up piece of paper - a painting, perhaps?

As Hunter prepared to leave, his sharp gaze caught the sight of an ashtray brimming with cigarette butts and a table littered with empty bottles. His voice took on a chilly edge, "During the holiday, I expect you to be free of any scent of alcohol or smoke."

"Leaving so soon, Hunter?" Sean called out after him, and at that moment, the club manager crept in, trembling.

"Mr. Sean Collins, I couldn’t stop Mr. Hunter Collins when he suddenly showed up. I couldn’t hold him back."

Sean’s gaze turned amused, "So, you’re saying it’s not your fault?"

"No, no, no, it’s my fault." the manager pleaded, "I promise, it won’t happen again."

"Are you saying that next time Hunter shows up, you’ll have the guts to stop him?"

The manager could never have the audacity. When it came to the Collins family, the eldest and the fourth were the ones he never wanted to cross.