The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 740

Read The Ultimate Husband [by Skykissing wolf] Chapter 740 – Marcus glared at Darryl. “This brat wears such weird clothes. He must be from the film industry, perhaps one of those who played the small random roles. There is no need to be so distressed about such an unimportant person. My heart would ache for you if anything were to happen.”

“Cheryl, something bad has happened! ”

Someone yelled as they pushed the door ajar and walked in with a panic expression. “Cheryl, I just got the news that Mister Zayn had been k****d.”

What?

Cheryl was shaken when she heard that; she looked at the man and asked, “Mister Joseph Zayn is d**d?”

“Yes…”

Cheryl was anxious. She said nervously, “What should I do? It doesn’t matter that he is d**d, but he promised to write a new song for me. Now that he is d**d, who will write my new song?”

The Great East Continent had four sects—the Sword Sect, the Jade Sect, the Elixir Sect and the Artemis Sect.

Joseph Zayn was the Artemis Sect’s disciple.

Even though the Artemis Sect was a cultivation sect, their disciples were exceptionally talented. Some of their disciples could write poems, and some could compose songs and lyrics, while some could play a myriad of musical instruments.

Joseph was one of the Artemis Sect’s most outstanding disciples.

Cheryl met Joseph by chance two years ago, and she managed to get him to write songs for her. He was exceptionally talented, so the songs he wrote for Cheryl were all hits.

Cheryl was anxious to learn that Joseph was d**d. She was supposed to sing a new song in Wealth Dance Hall, and Joseph was supposed to deliver her new song that day. What should she do since her songwriter was d**d?

She had sent out invitations to the media to introduce her new song the next day. It was due to be released the next day, and everyone in the city was aware of it! What should she do if they could not release it as planned?

Cheryl was flustered.

“My dear, don’t worry. Don’t worry, let me figure it out for you…” Marcus comforted Cheryl. He was also anxious about it.

Those who could compose and write songs were not readily available. Where could he possibly find another songwriter in such a short time?

“Perhaps I can help you?” A faint voice said; it was Darryl.

Darryl looked at Cheryl and said, “I can write songs. Maybe I can help you?”

What?

He could write songs?

Marcus was taken aback for a moment, and then he kicked Darryl again.

“B*****d! Who do you think you are? Do you even know music? Trouble us again, and I will k**l you right away.”

Cheryl glared at Darryl and said coldly, “Stop your pretendes. Are you trying to use that as an excuse to escape? I wanted to spare your worthless life, but now, I won’t pity you.”

She believed that Darryl had merely spouted nonsense.