The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 193 What Do You Think of Me?

Lucas may or may not have had trouble sleeping, but Marion certainly did not sleep well all night. When her phone alarm went off, she struggled for a moment before reluctantly answering the call.

“Just woke up?” came the voice of a man from the other end of the line. Marion found the voice familiar but could not quite recall who it was.

“Who is this?” she asked.

“It seems you are a busy person. We talked about a part-time job last time and that I'd contact you again,” the man replied. Marion, still groggy from just waking up, finally remembered, “Kirk?”

“Congratulations, Miss Marion, you guessed right,” he said.

Marion blinked away the last remnants of sleep, “Do you need something?”

“Of course. I'll be on a tour next month, starting in Lumina City. | need a pianist for two songs...

He did not finish his sentence, but Marion understood. A concert tour...

Marion pursed her lips, hesitated for a second, and then declined, “I’m sorry, you'll have to find someone else for this. It’s not about the money. You know, I’m married now, and | need to keep a low profile.”

With Lucas playing the role of ‘fake husband‘ so convincingly, how could she betray his act by becoming Kirk’s concert pianist? Kirk laughed on the other end, “Alright, it seems like this three million budget for the guest performer will go to someone else.” “Wait! What did you just say, three million?”

“| applied for a three million dollar budget for the guest performer in this concert, and the company has approved it.”

“When is your concert? Next month? Which two songs do you require piano accompaniment for?”

“Do you have any recommendations for a pianist?”

Marion blinked, “What about me?”

Her question immediately amused Kirk. He laughed for a full five seconds before stopping, “Well, didn’t you just say | should find someone else?”

Marion touched her warm ear and confidently blurted out, “The key to a successful concert, especially the opening night of a tour, is perfection. Considering my professional background and the fact that Mystara has few titles higher than mine, I’m the perfect fit. You know | can bring the promotional appeal you need. Your concert needs the best, and | happen to be the best.”

“You're right. The company was willing to approve the three million because | recommended you.” At first, Marion did not catch on, and she continued, “Indeed, your company must have recognized my commercial value.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

While Marion had no intention of fully entering the entertainment industry, it did not mean that she was not interested in earning money from it. A chance to earn three million dollars for playing two songs on the piano was too good to pass up.

“So, you're agreeing, right?”

“Absolutely! When you're ready, contact Miley to get the contract prepared.” “Good.”

As Kirk was about to end the call, he suddenly asked, “Is the payment tempting?”

“Indeed, it’s hard not to be moved by it!”

“| knew it. Money always moves you.”

Since the true nature of the conversation was revealed, Marion dropped the pretense, “Please remember to look for me if there’s another opportunity like this, Kirk!”

“Don't worry, there aren’t many people with a higher title than you in Mystara, right?”

This phrase sounded very familiar—it was what Marion had said just a while ago. Marion’s face flushed, “Um, I’m going to have breakfast. Bye!”

“Goodbye.”

After hanging up, Marion first sent a message to Miley about the matter and then went to wash her face and brush her teeth. By the time she sat at the dining table, it was already past eight.

Marion was in a good mood so she indulged in an extra two steamed buns. When Mrs. Bailey asked about her lunch preferences, she cheerfully ordered a few dishes.

After placing the order, Marion planned to go practice the piano, but as she turned, she was greeted by the alluring Lucas who was still wet from his morning swim.