- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
- Family
- Marriage
- Drama
- Alpha
- Action
- Adult
- Adventure
- Comedy
- Drama
- Ecchi
- Fantasy
- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
- Horror
- Josei
- Game
- Martial Arts
- Mature
- Mecha
- Mystery
- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
- Sci-fi
- Seinen
- Shoujo
- Shounen Ai
- Shounen
- Slice of Life
- Smut
- Sports
- Supernatural
- Tragedy
- Wuxia
- Xianxia
- Xuanhuan
- Yaoi
- Military
- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
Chapter 1017 Serena dialed David's number in front of her friends, and the onlookers couldn't help but comment, "How lucky, Serena, to have a pop star's number." The call was picked up quickly on the other end.
“David, any chance you could spare a few concert tickets for me?" Serena asked with a smile, her friends watching eagerly. "You see, my girlfriends are big fans, and they're dying to see your show, but they couldn't get any tickets. You're just too popular." Perhaps fearing David's refusal, Serena added, "They've been beggingfor a while now. 1 hate to turn them down, but | don't want to put you on the spot." David, feeling a bit apologetic, responded, “Serena, | just gave the last of my tickets away. Next time, | promise, I'll save more for you guys." "What? You're out of tickets?" Serena's words were met with a palpable tension from her friends.
Their pleading eyes were turned to her, hoping she could persuade David.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"L originally had a dozen or so tickets," David explained. "But | promised my manager that I'd save about seven or eight for family and friends. The rest were given to thank those who've helpedout." Although the tickets he'd given away weren't the best seats.
The best ones had already been given to Arabella and Romeo.
"Tell your friends I'm sorry, okay? Next time, I'll be sure to save more for you guys,” David said just as someone called for him. “I've got to head to rehearsal. We'll talk later" “Wait, David." Serena began, but the call had already ended.
She looked at her friends, their eyes filled with anticipation and disappointment. “David had a dozen or so tickets,” she explained, “but he promised his manager he'd save most of them for family and friends. The rest were given away, so there's none left" "Not even one?" "But his first show is in Summerfield, and | really want to go!" "Serena, can't you ask David to sneak us in?" Celebrities did it all the time.
“Please, Serena” The pleading started again.
Serena knew that David was a stickler for rules. He wouldn't allow people to roam around backstage, let alone sneak into his concert.
She'd known this for a long time.
"I just spoke to him, and he askedto apologize to you guys. He said he'll save more tickets for you next time. I'm really sorry, and | should have called him earlier" The others were visibly upset, blaming Serena.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe could have called David again and sweet-talked him into letting them in.
It was such a simple thing, yet she refused to help.
If she wasn't willing to help, why did she promise them in the first place?! Wasn't she just trying to show off that she has a famous brother? "Serena, | don't want a concert ticket. You know I've always admired your brother Hans. | heard he's attending a charity ball in Summerfield next Monday and he needs a date. Could you recommend me?" One of the girls, a brunette heiress, asked.
Worried that Serena might refuse, she added, "Serena, | understand that David's tickets are in high demand, but your brother Hans is always alone.
Can you call him and see if he has a date? If not, you could recommend me." “Serena, you should help her. If she becomes your sister-in-law, she'll ensure Hans gives you more pocket money." “Pocket money? He should give stock shares." The brunette heiress quickly pledged her loyalty, "If | becHans’ wife, any shares he gives me, I'll give to you." Although Serena was a bit speechless at their requests, the feeling of being needed prompted her to pick up her phone.
Soon, she was dialing Hans’ number.