Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 246

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 246

The host hurriedly stepped forward to block Roxy’s way. “Roxy? Why are you here? You’re not on the VIP list tonight!” As he said that, he handed the microphone to Roxy.

Roxy laughed. “I’m here to cheer for an old friend.”

The host gasped. “Old friend? Who’s the old friend of a music genius like you? Can you tell us?”

“I’m sorry,” Roxy said calmly. “She likes to keep a low profile.”

The host shrugged upon hearing that. “Alright then!”

With that, Roxy entered the venue in advance.

Meanwhile in the backstage dressing room, the director looked at Janet in shock and couldn’t help but jokingly say, “Sweet Tune Guru, isn’t your attire a bit much?” Not only was she wearing a mask, she was also wearing four-inch heels. What was going on?

Hearing this, the corners of Janet’s lips tilted up. “Director, my manager has communicated with you in advance about this matter and you all have agreed.”

The director wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and laughed awkwardly. He only managed to invite this Sweet Tune Guru with great difficulty so he should keep his mouth shut and not offend her, which might cause her to leave, in which case, he would suffer a huge loss.

“Don’t worry; I won’t leave.” Janet was amused by the sweat on the director’s forehead.

The director was overjoyed when he heard her words. Trying to butter her up, he said, “Sweet Tune Guru, is there anything else that you need?”

Janet squinted her eyes slightly. After thinking about it, she casually said, “Find a makeup artist for me. I want a special updo.”

Hearing this, the director quickly assigned three makeup artists from Jessie’s dressing room to her and said with a serious expression, “Do whatever Sweet Tune Guru requests. Make sure she’s satisfied.”

“Understood, director!”

Janet shook her head wordlessly. She just wanted a different hairstyle. It would be even better if the hairstyle was so outlandish that no one could recognize her at a close distance.

Jessie watched as the makeup artist serving her was called by the director to the bullsh*t composer’s dressing room. She gritted her teeth, looking forward to seeing her being embarrassed tonight. Thinking of this, the corner of Jessie’s mouth turned upward into a cryptic smile.

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Outside the National Stadium, the staff had started to verify tickets. Several wealthy families of the students in Class A whispered among each other while holding the tickets.