She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira returned the phone to the stunning woman, her cheeks still tinged with warmth. "Thanks a million, gorgeous."

"I'm Everly Sullivane."

"Alright then, Miss Everly."

Everly glanced at Moira and broke into a sudden grin. "Ms. Jimenez, you're quite the charmer."

Moira hesitated, about to respond, when Everly was whisked away by her friend.

"Sorry to run off, Ms. Jimenez. Let's catch up later."

"No worries, next time, for sure."

After Everly left, Moira stood there feeling a bit at loose ends, but Barclay gestured for her to stay put.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

She remained still. What if she wandered off, and they ended up missing each other? That would be incredibly awkward.

At that moment, a waiter arrived with a tray of vibrant drinks. Moira casually reached for one, taking a sip.

Tart and sweet, surprisingly refreshing, with a hint of lemon and fruitiness. Moira took another sip, feeling a bit buzzed, unable to resist another.

It was her first taste of such a concoction, and she had no clue about the brand. But it was oddly irresistible, making her tempted to ask Cynthia for a purchase link. But that was just a passing thought.

Moira swiftly drained her glass, scanning the room but failing to spot Barclay anywhere.

Feeling idle, she started tapping out a tune on her imaginary piano. Just as her fingers began to dance, someone approached her.

"Ms. Jimenez, you're quite dedicated, even practicing at a party."

"Indeed, dedication is paramount. Without it, Ms. Jimenez won't win any awards this year."

"Eight months have passed, and Ms. Jimenez hasn't reaped many rewards yet this year, right?"

The words dripped with sarcasm, and Moira looked up to see two unfamiliar women standing nearby, each with a drink in hand.

Unfazed by their attitude, Moira met their gaze coolly and remarked, "Well, without your dedication, you wouldn't even remember to crack a joke at a party."

"You-"

One of the women faltered, and Moira's remark pierced through her defenses.

The other woman remained composed. "Ms. Jimenez, I have a niece in the third grade who's in ĕ need of a piano teacher. You're not too busy these days, are you? Would you consider taking on a part time job?"

"I simply admire your talent, Ms. Jimenez!"

Was she admiring her talent to the extent of teaching a third-grade student?

Moira looked at the woman. "Sure, I could do that. But my tutoring rates are quite steep."

"Money isn't an issue. As long as Ms. Jimenez can provide quality lessons for my niece, we're all set!"

The woman deliberately raised her voice, drawing attention from those nearby.

Moira surveyed the gathering and said, "Sure, I've taken on a part-time gig this month. They pay me 600 thousand dollars per hour. But for your niece, I can offer a

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discount-800 thousand dollars per hour, with a minimum of twenty hours of lessons per week."

The woman's expression shifted, her rehearsed words caught in her throat.

Moira met her gaze. "What's the matter? Is that too steep for you? Well, that's the rate. I don't compromise on my value."

Pausing for a moment, she shrugged with a hint of resignation. "If you can't afford it, there's nothing more I can do."

As Moira spoke, laughter erupted from the onlookers. "Well, I'll be darned! First time I've seen someone walk into a brick wall like that!"

"Wow, original rate of 600 thousand dollars an hour, discounted to 800 thousand dollars. Never heard of such a deal before!"

"Who does this dame think she is,

getting Moira to tutor her niece in

piano? Talk about nerve! Even the

most audacious characters in fiction wouldn't dare to match her

boldness!"

Just then, Moira suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure, and without a second thought, she exclaimed, "Darling!"