The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2038

Dabbled?

Hearing that word, Reba almost laughed out loud.

Any dancer with a shred of fame or actual talent had trained ruthlessly since childhood.

There were plenty of people in this world who could dance.

Knowing how to dance wasn't special; dancing exceptionally well was the actual skill.

Not to mention, the choreography for an album of Kenneth's caliber required someone of her level, at the very least.

Everyone always said the Gates family spoiled their daughter rotten. It seemed the rumors were true.

They were willing to throw away an entire career just to keep Charlotte entertained.

Just wait... a perfectly good song was going to be destroyed by terrible choreography.

"Don't worry, though," Kenneth looked at Reba, his voice dropping slightly. "Since we did take up some of your time, you'll still be paid your full fee."

"It's not about the money."

Reba frowned, her expression darkening.

She was famous domestically, but practically unknown internationally.

Kenneth's albums always sold incredibly well overseas.

So.

When she received the invitation to choreograph for him, she had been ecstatic, thinking she finally had a chance to gain global exposure.

She never expected this—

"Kenneth, if Charlotte ends up unable to handle the project, you can call me anytime."

"Will do."

Kenneth smiled in acknowledgment. As he spoke, he spotted a pretty girl walking toward him. "Excuse me."

"Of course."

Reba saw Emily approaching. Meeting the younger girl's hostile glare, Reba didn't push the issue and walked away on her own.

"Is your event over?"

Kenneth pulled Emily into the room, sitting her on his lap as he leaned in for a kiss.

His beautiful dream would be shattered by a toddler.

He would even go so far as to question if the little girl was actually related to the Gates family, rather than the daughter of a legendary pianist!

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As her due date approached, the babies still hadn't made a move.

To keep Charlotte relaxed, Stella, Emily, and the rest of the gang came over whenever they had free time to play cards with her.

They lost hundreds of thousands of dollars to her every time, leaving the little money-grubbing pregnant lady in high spirits.

That night, the crew arrived to drop off their cash as usual.

Emily tossed her tile, staring in fascination at Charlotte's belly, and said earnestly, "It's the last day of December. How are there still no signs?"

"I know, right?" Stella smiled softly. "They're such good babies."

"I seriously suspect they're staying in there longer just to keep scamming us out of our money."

Emily took the opportunity to rub Charlotte's belly, beaming brightly. "Are you bullying me?!"

Charlotte's lips curled into a smirk. Just as she was about to speak, her stomach suddenly cramped, a sharp thread of pain shooting through her.