Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 269


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 269


    The moment the director heard that Sweet Tune was going to be here, he rushed all the way back from


    the recording studio just to see her. Upon seeing her, the director looked overjoyed. “Ah. Sweet Tune


    Guru, you really came!”


    J proceeded to smile gently before taking out a bank card and cing it on the table. “The money


    in this card is to make up for the losses from the concert.”


    The director roared withughter before picking up the card, looking helpless. “Sweet Tune Guru, this


    money would not even be enough for us to purchase stereo sets.” They had lost a lot of money in the


    ‘Heaven on Earth’ concert this time around; tickets alone had cost them a few hundred million.


    Upon hearing that, J raised her well-trimmed eyebrows. “There’s two billion in there.” As she


    finished, a gentle smile washed over her face, showing her white and petite teeth. “Is that enough?”


    “Two billion?” Those words almost caused the director to fall out of his chair.


    “Sweet Tune Guru, where did you get that money?” The director looked incredulous.


    Instead of giving a direct answer, J turned around and instructed, “Just give me all the receipts and


    whatever is left after.”


    Watching J from behind as she walked away, the director was still in utter shock. Who really is this


    Sweet Tune Guru? Where did she get so much money from?


    As J walked out of the door, the phone in her pocket rang. After seeing that it was an unfamiliar


    number, she picked it up and said calmly, “Hello?”


    A familiar voice sounded out from the other side—a voice with a hint of a fake ent. “Please don’t


    hang up. Just listen to me.”


    That person again? He sounds rather worried. Maybe he needs help. As such, J raised her


    eyebrows, letting her guard down. “Go on.”


    Upon hearing this, Hilbert’s assistant let out a sigh of relief before proceeding to introduce himself. After


    that, J paused for a few seconds and responded, “Sure. I’ll be right there.”


    After school, Emily went home to the Jackson residence.


    “Mommy, Grandma.” She greeted them before cing her bag on the couch.


    Seeing that Emily was home, Megan stated rather nervously, “Emily, please go and get changed now.


    The people from the Yobril Royal Academy of Music are here.”


    “What?” Emily responded in shock. “That soon? Where are they?”


    “I only just found out about it too.” As Megan spoke, she picked up some clothes and dumped them on


    her. “They are at Grand Times Hotel. Let’s head over now.”


    “Sure! I’ll get changed now.” Emily nodded repeatedly.


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    Following the instructions of the person on the other end of the phone, J arrived at Grand Times


    Hotel. Then, she came to one of the VIP rooms and pushed the door open. After that, she calmly


    walked to the stipted spot. Her facial features were fine and her eyes were unperturbed, emanating


    a kind of pride that no one could quiteprehend.


    The moment the people from the Royal Academy of Music saw her, they were all startled.


    She’s a lot younger than we thought. Is she really the girl in the video clip? She’s so young yet so


    talented! Many questions welled up within the interviewers.


    “Are you from the Yobril Royal Academy of Music?” Even though J’s voice was calm yet soft, it was


    nheless loud enough for everyone in the room to hear it.


    Meanwhile, Hilbert was surprised when he saw her and his slightly green pupils gently lit up.


    “Yes, we are. Please be seated, Miss Sweet Tune.” The assistant nodded to signal the attendant to


    help pull out the chair.


    Hilbert stared at J’s face for a good while before saying, “Miss Sweet Tune, we came all the way


    from Yobril this time around just to see you. We’d like to know if you’ve considered developing your


    music career.”


    Hilbert was upfront alright—never beating around the bush and always getting straight to the point.


    As everyone in the room turned to J, she clenched her fists and grunted, responding, “In Yobril?


    Not really.”


    Everyone that heard it was shocked by her response. Why would someone reject the Yobril Royal


    Academy of Music’s invitation?


    Her response slightly saddened Hilbert. Not wanting to pass up this shot, he then tried to convince her.


    “The Yobril Royal Academy of Music is the top music school in the world. Miss Sweet Tune, is there


    any room for reconsideration?”