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 rm 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 jobst time and that I''d contact you again,” the man replied.
Marion, still groggy from just waking up, finally remembered, “Kirk?”
“Congrattions, Miss Marion, you guessed right,” he said.
Marion blinked away thest 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 ying the role of ‘fake husband‘ so convincingly, how could she betray his act by bing Kirk’s concert pianist?
Kirkughed 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 dor budget for the guest performer in this concert, and thepany has approved it.”
“When is your concert? Next month? Which two songs do you require piano apaniment for?”
“Do you have any rmendations for a pianist?”
Marion blinked, “What about me?”
Her question immediately amused Kirk. Heughed 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 sessful 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. Thepany was willing to approve the three million because | rmended you.”
At first, Marion did not catch on, and she continued, “Indeed, yourpany must have recognized mymercial value.”
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 dors for ying two songs on the piano was too good to pass up.
“So, you''re agreeing, right?”Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.
“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 cing the order, Marion nned to go practice the piano, but as she turned, she was greeted by the alluring Lucas who
was still wet from his morning swim.