The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2037

"Whoa!"

Seeing Charlotte's belly ripple, Kenneth was beyond thrilled, his face beaming with pride. "See? I knew they loved music."

Look how hyped the twins were.

"..."

Charlotte remained expressionless. She took the lollipop Anthony handed her, popped it into her mouth, and said lazily, "The choreography sucks."

"What?"

Kenneth froze. He followed Charlotte as she walked into the practice room. "The choreo sucks? What's wrong with it?"

"I hired one of the country's top choreographers. It took her half a month to put this together based on your new track's vibe."

The three-million-dollar booking fee had made his heart bleed.

"Everything about it sucks." Charlotte sat down, casually picking up the album mock-up from the table. "It ruins my song," she said offhandedly.

"..."

Kenneth was speechless. He crouched down in front of her, his attitude utterly sincere. "So what do we do?"

Ever since he discovered his sister's myriad of secret identities, Lottie was basically a god in his eyes.

If she said it would make money, it would make money.

If she said it would flop, it would tank hard.

"When is this album dropping?"

Charlotte crunched down on the candy. Finding it a bit too sweet, she glanced up at her husband.

Anthony immediately opened the thermos he had carried along and fed her a sip of water.

"Next March," Kenneth answered quietly.

"Oh." Charlotte thought for a moment, shifting her posture, and beckoned Kenneth closer. "What's the projected revenue for this track?"

"Huh?" Kenneth leaned in closer and answered honestly, "Forty million."

There were twelve songs on the album, and this one was projected to be the most profitable.

"I see..." Charlotte parted her lips, adopting a very serious "negotiating" face. "I'll buy this track, and I'll choreograph it myself. Once it drops, I guarantee your forty million. I'll take the risk."

"Well..."

Kenneth opened his mouth, clearly torn.

This was his sister. His own flesh and blood.

Kenneth pulled out his phone to halt all rehearsals for the track.

Luckily, they had just started, so they hadn't wasted too much energy on it yet.

"Kenneth."

Just as the couple disappeared around the corner, a woman in her early thirties with a phenomenal figure stepped out, her expression ugly. "I heard you're suspending the choreography?"

The woman was Reba, the current leading modern dancer in the country and the choreographer for the track.

"Yeah." Kenneth gave a brief explanation and offered a sincere apology. "My sister is taking over the choreography for this song."

His sister?

Charlotte?

Her reputation was massive. She wore so many hats, and she had composed several of Kenneth's biggest hits.

It was hard not to know her.

"This is the title track of your album..." Reba frowned, keeping her voice low. "The choreography is crucial. I know Charlotte can write music, but I've never heard of her dancing. If she messes this up and tanks the album sales, wouldn't that be..."

"I haven't seen her dance either."

Kenneth shoved his hands into his pockets, pinching a cigarette between his fingers. He blew out a puff of smoke, his tone lazy. "But she said she's dabbled."