Substitute Bride and Her Husband Who Disappeared

"Director

Grant..."

Her voice sounded flirtatious and seductive, immediately catching attention.

Director Grant's face beamed as he turned to his companions, "This is the renowned pianist Vivian. Our second lead. It took some effort to have her on board."

The men, already aware of Vivian's reputation, showered her with flattery.

One of them exclaimed, "What an honor to meet you, Vivian! Your beauty surpasses all descriptions. You're a goddess!"

Not knowing who the main investor was, Vivian decided to play it safe, toasting each man in turn with her wine glass. She needed to make a good impression, regardless of whom it was.

Her strategy was simple: win over the big boss and drive Alexander away.

However, Director Grant, noticing her desperate pace, whispered, "Vivian, slow down. The main investor hasn't arrived yet."

"What?"

Vivian froze, "The main investor isn't here yet?"

Just as Director Grant was about to respond, a group of people entered the room. The man leading the group was none other than Young Master Firth. Director Grant leaped from his seat, "Young Master Firth, it's an honor to have you at our kickoff party." Young Master Firth?

Vivian's heart pounded as she saw the stern face of the man It was a shock to see the Glory Group venturing into the entertainment industry.

Upon shaking hands with Charlie, Director Grant turned to Vivian and joked, "Vivian, aren't you surprised to see your husband?"

Surprised? More like horrified!

She had thought of a hundred possibilities, but Charlie being the main investor was not one of them.

Her original plan to win over the big boss and distance herself from Alexander was now in ruins. If

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Charlie ever found out about her entanglement with Alexander, Ker days as Mrs. Firth were numbered.

Moreover, if the media got wind of a possible divorce, her reputation would be ruined, possibly ending her career. The mere thought of it sent a cold shiver down her spine.

As these thoughts raced through her mind, Charlie's cold gaze fell upon her. Fear sent a cold sweat down her back.

With a forced smile, she hesitantly

moved towards Charlie. Unsure of

how Nancy usually addressed

Charlie. She swallowed nervously

and cautiously said, "Honey, what brings you here?"

Charlie's brows furrowed, half-jokingly he said, "Weren't you calling me Young Master Firth earlier?"

Vivian blushed, her fingers nervously fidgeting behind her back, "Well,

there are many people here. If I kept calling you Young Master Firth, they might think we are not on good terms."

Just then, a taunting voice rang out, "Who do we have here? Isn't this our pianist's husband?"

The frivolous tone, filled with provocation, made Vivian's scalp tingle, her legs wobbling as if they could barely hold her up...