She Stuns the World - Chapter 642: Chapter 642

During this period, the Pittman family bought many press releases. They promoted and boasted that Lorelai was a once-in-a-decade musical genius. They also had articles published on foreign websites and media, which were then brought back to the country. The articles claimed that after watching Lorelai's singing videos, foreigners were astonished and praised her as the pride of Osceiton and the pride of the East.
Netizens were also overwhelmingly praising Lorelai.
With the atmosphere being stirred up like this, the family could not tolerate Josie stealing Lorelai's spotlight.
"Grandma, you absolutely must get Josie to leave," Lorelai said, finally stopping her tantrum, sniffling as she spoke. "If she makes it to the finals, I'll withdraw from the competition."
Although she was only seven years old, she had been influenced since childhood and knew that she was the only hope in the family.
The family would suffer a huge blow if she refused to participate in the competition or did not perform well.
"Don't worry." Saanvi gently pinched her granddaughter's face and said confidently, "A mere Donovan family can't beat us."
After saying that, she called Paityn.
When she saw the caller ID, Paityn felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
She did not know if she should pick up the call.
If she picked up, Saanvi would definitely scold her for voting for Josie.
If she did not pick up, Saanvi would be even angrier and scold her even more afterward.
She did not know how to explain it to Saanvi.
After thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth and sent a message: [It's not convenient to answer the phone during the competition.]
Then she turned her phone over and ignored the call.
At this moment, in a music studio in Valemont City, a man with graying hair, a distinguished air, and deep-set eyes stood outside the recording studio wearing headphones. His brows furrowed as he listened to a singer's recording inside.
He shook his head as he listened.
Before the singer could finish singing, he removed his headphones and threw them on the table. He turned off the recording in the studio and said sternly, "No! The breathing is unstable, and the skills and emotions are lacking. I'm not recording anymore. Go back and reflect on yourself. Adjust your condition first."
With that, he turned around and left.
There were more than ten people in the studio, but none of them dared to make a sound.
Only when his figure disappeared did everyone dare to whisper, "Mr. Bond is as strict as the rumors say. His serious face is so scary."
"Silas is so popular. Wherever he goes, everyone fawns over him. Only Mr. Bond dares to scold him like this."
"Haven't you heard? Damon is a singer with a flowing stream and an ironclad reputation. After all these years, the popular singers have changed one after another, but his position remains unshakable. Even Silas had to put in a lot of effort to hire him to produce his records."
Silas' staff, hearing these discussions, did not dare to refute at all.
Because that was the truth.
Damon walked into the lounge, picked up the special throat-moistening coffee, and shook his head as he drank.
The music industry was developing, and singers were earning more and more, but fewer and fewer could really sing. It had been years since he had met a truly talented singer who could sing.
At that moment, his assistant walked in excitedly and said, "I've found a genius among geniuses. You'll definitely like her."
Damon looked unconvinced, "You said the same thing yesterday."
"This is different." The assistant clicked on a video. "Although they're about the same age, an angel must have blessed this young lady's voice. The kind that only appears once every 30 years. It's even more stunning than Paityn when she was popular."
Damon raised his hand. "Don't say anymore. I'm very busy and don't want to..."
Suddenly, a soft, pure, and melodious voice came from the assistant's phone, like a celestial sound from beyond the heavens. It first silenced him, and then made him close his eyes.
He held the cup, focusing on the singing. He could not help but nod.
Only when the singing ended did he open his eyes, put down the cup, take his assistant's phone, and replay the singing video.
The moment he saw the video, his eyes widened, and his gaze landed on Hello Kitty, which the little girl held.
Then, his breathing became rapid. His fingertips enlarged the video, and he closely examined the little girl.
"Mr. Bond, this little girl's voice and singing style are amazing, right?" the assistant said excitedly. "I bet many managers and record companies are preparing to contact this little girl..."
"Go," Damon waved his hand. "Take me to see this little girl immediately."