Chapter 392
Chapter 392:
If Jordyn was willing to pay, Fernanda had no problem singing. After all, who would turn down money? She could sing until Jordyn’s savings were completely depleted.
Upon hearing Fernanda’s words, Jordyn erupted into a fit of laughter, the kind that bubbled up uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking with mirth.
“A million? You want a million for singing one song?” She nearly tumbled onto the sofa, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “For that amount, I could hire a globally renowned singer to perform. Miss Morgan, you are joking, right p>
“She’s not joking,” Cristian interjected, his voice calm but resolute. “I just heard her sing, and it’s every bit worth a million per song. If you want to hear it, pay up p>
Jordyn’s laughter came to an abrupt halt, like a faucet suddenly turned off.
Seeing his cousin side with Fernanda, Bobby eagerly added, “He’s right. I’ve heard her sing too, and it’s incredible. She’s my goddess. To me, she’s as good as any A-list star. Honestly, a million per song is a steal p>
Jordyn’s lips twitched, her words caught between her teeth. For a moment, she found herself at a loss.
Cristian and Bobby, born into privilege, seemed to throw money around like confetti, oblivious to its true value. To Jordyn, no matter how divine Fernanda’s voice might be, it still didn’t warrant a million per song.
After all, she had only just returned to the country and found a job, her annual salary falling far short of a million. How could she justify spending that much on a single performance?
Yet, she had started this, insisting on hearing Fernanda sing, and now she found herself in a dilemma, cornered by her own enthusiasm.
Quickly, she tried to pivot the conversation. With a teasing smile, she remarked, “Goddess? Bobby, don’t you think calling your fiancée a goddess is rather peculiar p>
“Is it? I think it suits her perfectly,” Bobby replied, his admiration evident. He looked at Fernanda as though she had descended from the heavens. “She’s flawless—beautiful, talented, wise, and skilled in everything from music to art to literature. There’s no one like her. Isn’t that right, Cristian p>
Cristian gave a small nod. “Yes p>
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Jordyn’s gaze darted to Cristian, her hands clenching under the table.
It made sense for Bobby to heap praises on his fiancée, and for Cristian, his cousin, to agree. Yet, Jordyn felt an undercurrent she couldn’t quite grasp, as if something was out of place.
Her instincts whispered that Cristian regarded Fernanda differently, but it seemed preposterous. After all, Fernanda was Bobby’s fiancée, Cristian’s future family. Cristian wasn’t the kind of man to tread on such delicate ground. Unable to untangle her suspicions, Jordyn let the matter drop, though unease lingered.
Fernanda, noticing Jordyn’s shifting expressions, smiled lightly and asked, “So, Miss Becker, do you still wish to hear me sing p>
Jordyn snapped out of her thoughts, lowering her gaze briefly. “No, I don’t.” Her tone was candid. “To be honest, my family background isn’t as affluent as yours. I can’t afford such extravagance. My income is modest, and a performance like yours is beyond my means p>
Her forthrightness lent her an air of honesty, making her words seem genuine.