The Bride’s Revenge ( Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce ) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260 Sorry But You’re Shipping a Fake Couple! 

While Lucas was away on business, Marion spent each day counting the moments until his return. Now that he was back, she found herself once again nervously twiddling her fingers, trying to restrain her subtle desires. 

Fortunately, Kirk’s concert was just around the corner, which provided a distraction for Marion, a dedicated pianist, from her lovey–dovey thoughts. 

With the concert scheduled for tomorrow at 8 p.m., Marion needed to attend the rehearsal today. 

In a rare occurrence, she was leaving the house with Lucas. As they approached the door, Marion suddenly remembered the tickets Kirk had sent her yesterday for the concert. 

She had given two to Cassie and kept three for herself. Marion handed two to Miley and intended to give the last one to Lucas, not for any particular reason, just as a gesture. 

“Um… Kirk’s concert is tonight, and I have tickets. Would you like to go?” Marion asked, her eyes fixed on Lucas. 

He looked at her, neither confirming nor denying when he asked, “What time does it start?” 

“At 8 o’clock.” 

“When do you perform?” 

Lucas’s direct question made Marion blush. “During the opening and intermission.” 

The concert lasted two hours. However, Marion’s stage time amounted to just two songs, less than ten minutes. Why else would she say earning three million was good money? 

“Okay.” Lucas took the ticket from her. 

Their cars were parked one after the other at the entrance. Miley observed 

Marion and Lucas from inside the car. She found their interactions highly intriguing. 

As Marion got into the car, she noticed Miley smiling at her. Feeling a bit uneasy, Marion remarked, “Your expression is a bit intimidating.” 

“Babe, do you and Mr. Craig bid each other farewell so affectionately every morning?” Miley teased. 

Were she and Lucas acting so affectionately just now? Thinking of the adjective Miley used made Marion’s ears turn red. 

She cleared her throat, changing the subject. “Let’s get going; we have to 

rehearse twice today!” 

After all, three million was not going to earn itself some effort had to be put in! 

Miley looked at Marion knowingly. “I get it! I get it!” Then, she shifted her gaze towards the driver. “Mr. Crane, we’re ready to leave.” 

She had not said anything else. So what did she understand? 

Miley glanced at Marion, then at the Maybach driving ahead, sighing. “Real couples are the best to ship!” 

‘Sorry, but you’re shipping a fake couple, Miley!‘ 

However, Marion kept these thoughts to herself. 

The car quickly arrived at the concert venue. 

Kirk’s presence was indeed quite significant. Despite Marion participating in numerous performances and competitions, she had never seen such a grand stage setup. 

No wonder everyone wanted to join the entertainment industry- the money was easy to make! 

As Marion pondered, Kirk’s manager approached. “Miss Cartier, Miss Spears, thank you for saying yes!” 

With a three–million reward on the line, Marion dared not complain. “It’s our pleasure, Mr. Price. Let’s go inside!” 

Kirk had quite a few special guests, and the most anticipated was his senior, Pedro Perez. 

As Marion entered, Kirk was chatting with other guests. 

Bruce led them over. 

The stage was fully set. They were now sound–checking, preparing for the rehearsal. 

Kirk, in the midst of a conversation, noticed Marion. His eyebrows lifted, and his gaze fixed on her, “Allow me to introduce – my specially invited guest, the prodigy pianist, Marion, whom I dug out with a hefty sum.” 

The title “prodigy pianist” was not new to Marion, but hearing it from Kirk in front of so many celebrities made her feel a bit awkward. 

However, Marion had been through worse; though feeling awkward inside, she remained composed and polite. “Hello, everyone. I’m Marion.” 

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the coordinator announced that they could start the rehearsal. As the first performer and opening act, Marion needed to prepare immediately.