Chapter 221 | Can’t Help You


    Marion returned the phone to the beautifuldy, her face still flushed. “Thank you, Miss..?”


    “lm Chantelle Evans,” thedy responded.


    “Alright, Miss Chantelle.” Marion nced at her, feeling awkward. Before she could say more, Chantelle was called away by a


    friend.


    “Excuse me, Miss Marion, let’s chat next time.”


    “No problem, we''ll talk next time.” After Chantelle left, Marion stood alone, feeling bored.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    However, Lucas had instructed her to stay put, so she dared not move, fearing they might miss each other in the crowd.


    Awaiter brought a tray of colorful drinks, and she took one, sipping it casually.


    The sweet and tangy taste was surprisingly enjoyable, with hints of lemon and fruit. Marion took another sip and found herself


    getting a bit carried away.


    It was her first time trying such a drink, and she did not even know the brand.


    It was so good she considered asking Alice for a link to purchase. But it remained just a passing thought.


    Quickly finishing the drink, Marion looked around, but it was challenging to spot Lucas in the crowd. She idly yed an imaginary


    piano on herself when two unfamiliar women approached her, making snide remarks.


    “Miss Marion is quite diligent, even practicing at a party.”


    “Of course, she has to work hard otherwise, she won''t win any awards this year.’


    “It’s been eight months into the year, and she doesn’t seem to have achieved much.”


    Their sarcasticments did not go unnoticed. Marion calmly responded, Without your diligence, attending a party would be


    iplete without stand-upedy.”


    “You-!”


    One woman could not hold back her temper, while the other managed to maintain herposure. “Miss Marion, my third-grade


    niece needs a piano teacher. You must be freetely, right? How about taking a part-time job?


    “We''re just genuinely admiring your talent!” Thepliment, coupled with a


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    request to teach a third—grader, seemed a bit dubious.


    Marion looked at the woman. “Sure, but my hourly rate is quite high.”


    “Money is not an issue. As long as you can teach my niece well, everything is negotiable!” The woman intentionally raised her


    voice, attracting the attention of the surrounding crowd.


    Marion scanned the onlookers and calmly said, “Sure, | did take a part-time job this month, and they pay me three million dors


    per hour. I''ll give your niece a discount—four million per hour, and she must attend at least 20 hours of sses per week.”


    The woman’s expression changed, and her prepared words died on her lips.


    Marion looked at her. “What’s wrong? Too expensive? Well, | can’t help it. That’s the rate for my part-time work.”


    She paused, then shrugged helplessly. “If you don’t have the money, | can’t do anything about it.”


    Marion’s words prompted some of the onlookers to burst intoughter. “Haha, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone bargaining like


    this.”


    “Wow, three million dors per hour at the regr rate, and she’s giving a discount at four million per hour. I''ve never heard of


    such a discount before!”


    “Who is this woman? Daring to ask Marion to be a piano teacher for her niece, she’s so bold! Even the arrogant characters in


    novels aren’t as audacious as her!”


    At that moment, Marion suddenly heard a familiar voice and without thinking, she called out, “Honey!”