Chapter 50

The live comments exploded instantly.

Countless netizens rubbed their eyes frantically, afraid they'd misread the name.

"Sophia Laurent" shone brightly on the singer information panel, glaringly conspicuous.

The very same Sophia the entire internet had been vilifying these past few days was now standing on the "We Are Singers" stage?

The comment section erupted.

"It must be someone with the same name!"

"There's no way Composer T could be that vile woman!"

"I'd rather believe it's a typo by the production team!"

The host's earpiece transmitted Lucas Sheridan's voice.

His lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

In the backstage control room, Lucas stared at the barrage of malicious comments with a cold smirk.

These people had no idea who they were insulting.

The stage lights blazed to life.

Sophia stood in the spotlight wearing a white dress, bowing slightly to the judges' panel.

"Good evening, judges. I'm Sophia Laurent."

Her clear voice resonated through the venue.

The host suddenly spoke up. "Miss Laurent, have you been online recently?"

The venue fell silent.

Every audience member held their breath.

The camera zoomed in as Sophia's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Yes."

"Then you must have seen the news about the Lowell family?"

The question detonated like a bomb.

Sophia's lips curved slightly, starlight shimmering in her eyes.

"Of course."

She stared directly into the camera, enunciating each word clearly.

"After all, I am that Sophia in the news."

After a deathly silence, the comments went utterly berserk.

"Holy shit! It's really her!"

"Composer T is the real Lowell heiress?!"

"So that nine million dollars..."

Backstage in the green room.

Nathan Lowell staggered back two steps, his face ashen.

"Impossible..."

He stared at the figure on screen as if seeing his sister for the first time.

Emily Lowell dug her nails deep into her palms.

Blood dripped between her fingers, staining the carpet with dark crimson blooms.