The Bride’s Revenge (Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221 I Can’t Help You 

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

“I’m Chantelle Evans,” the lady responded. 

“Alright, Miss Chantelle.” Marion glanced 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. 

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

A waiter 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 played 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 sarcastic comments did not go unnoticed. Marion calmly responded, Without your diligence, attending a party would be incomplete without stand–up comedy.” 

“You-!” 

One woman could not hold back her temper, while the other managed to maintain her composure. “Miss Marion, my third–grade niece needs a piano teacher. You must be free lately, right? How about taking a part–time job? 

“We’re just genuinely admiring your talent!” The compliment, 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, I did take a part–time job this month, and they pay me three million dollars per hour. I’ll give your niece a discount—four million per hour, and she must attend at least 20 hours of classes per week.”