Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston)

Chapter 92 Pretend To Be My Girlfriend

Chapter 92 Pretend To Be My Girlfriend

Margaret almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Why are you coming to Haverland, you little rascal?"

"To see you, of course."

"B*llshit!" Margaret suddenly turned serious. "I'm telling you, don't come back. I beg you, please!"

"I can't do that. I've already announced my return on my official account. Okay, I've got to go.

Remember to wait for me tomorrow!" After that, he hung up the phone.

Margaret looked at the dim screen and suddenly let out a wail.

After lying in bed for a moment, Margaret sat up and typed into the search bar.

Elvis Austin.

Sure enough, the studio's official account had released the news about Elvis coming back to

Haverland.

Many female fans were already fangirling under the post.

Elvis was extremely popular and was the audience favorite.

His portfolio wasn't extensive, but he shot to fame quickly. When he debuted, he became viral all over

the country with just one music video.

Then, the TV series he filmed was also an overnight success. The show received tons of awards and

attracted countless fans.

He was more than just a pretty face for fans to gawk at.

His acting was just as good as his looks.

Two years ago, he had gone to Milesburg to further his studies, and it was only now did he announce

his return.

His fans, of course, were waiting excitedly for him.

Therefore, when he announced his return, his fans were naturally over the moon.

However, Margaret felt that she was going to get in trouble.

...

"Your flight's tomorrow?" Charleston slightly lifted his eyebrows in his enormous office.

"Yes, Uncle Charles, but you don't have to pick me up. I will find a place to stay." Elvis coughed softly.

Charleston said calmly, "Do you think I would care about you if it wasn't for your mother's constant

nagging?"

Elvis raised the corner of his mouth a little.

"Also, your mother said that even if you return to Haverland, she'll find a girlfriend for you. So, don't you

think about escaping from blind dates even after returning." Charleston said again.

When Elvis heard those words, he wanted to shrivel up and die.

The whole reason why he even came back in the first place was because he didn't want to be forced

into a marriage he didn't agree to.

He did not expect that his mother would actually ask his uncle to torture him too.

"Uncle, you're single too. You don't even have a girlfriend. So what hurry do I have to be in?" Elvis felt

unfair.

"Well, when you get to where I am in life, no one will nag you for it." Charleston chuckled.

Get to where his uncle was in life?

Even at such a young age, his uncle had already managed most of the Western economy. He was

known to be the finance boss, who had a stake in both legal and black markets.

He was exceptional!

Elvis thought it would be better to just be a normal person.

"Uncle, in fact, I already have a girlfriend. We met online, and she is in Haverland!" Elvis whispered.

"Really?" Charleston raised his eyebrows.

"Of course. If you don't believe me, I'll bring her to you." Elvis rolled his eyes.

Charleston said with a smile, "Okay, then let's meet on the night you return to Haverland."

"Okay."

...

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Margaret had just walked out of the bathroom and dried her hair with a towel. Seeing that it was Elvis

calling, her head started to hurt.

"What do you want?" Margaret said impatiently as she picked up the phone.

"Why did you take so long to pick up?" Elvis asked.

Margaret suddenly became grumpy and said, "I'm washing my hair. Don't beat around the bush. What

do you want?"

"I just got off the plane. Come pick me up!"

"Got off the plane? At this time?" Margaret looked at the time and realized that it was only two o'clock in

the afternoon. "Didn't your official account said you will arrive at eight o'clock in the evening?"

"That's what my official account said, not me. If I really followed what was announced on my official

account, I would be crushed by my fans! But Maggie, how did you know what my official account

posted? Did you stalk my account because you're secretly in love with me?"

"As if! Stop being gross. You made me lose my appetite!" Margaret was quite annoyed. "Besides, you

have a pair of hands and feet. Why do you need me to pick you up from the airport?"

"You're my only friend in Haverland. If you don't pick me up, who would? You're so cruel and heartless,

a monster..." Elvis said, sounding sad and unmotivated on the other end.

He sounded like he was the protagonist in a soap opera who had been greatly wronged by a villainous

character.

And Margaret was that villainous character.

Margaret instantly gave in, "All right, all right, Sir. I was wrong. Where are you now? Can I go pick you

up now?"

"I'm at VIP lounge No. 3 at the airport," Elvis said joyously.

After hanging up the phone, Margaret let out a long sigh.

D*mn this crazy man for not heading home after arriving at the airport. Instead, he stayed in the lounge

and insisted that Margaret go to him.

She wondered if this man had brain damage.

Although when she thought about the first time they met, she did hit him pretty hard on the head..

Tsk.

Who knew that his brain was really damaged because of her?

Margaret had no choice but to get up and blow her hair dry. After getting changed, she put on her

sunglasses, cap and mask.

After all, she was now a little famous. It would be bad if she were recognized by others when she

picked up Elvis.

If something really were to happen, she might never get out of this rut she was in.

She arrived at the airport.

Although Elvis's official account said he would get off the plane at eight o'clock, there were already

quite a number of fans waiting outside the airport.

She took a good look at the crowd of fangirls.

The banner in their hand was very attractive to look at.

No one knew if Elvis had already arranged this in advance, but Margaret had successfully entered the

airport.

No one even tried to stop her.

When she pushed open the lounge door, Margaret saw a figure sitting on a chair.

Unlike Charleston's handsome, mature face, Elvis's charisma leaned towards the typical high school

heart-throb more.

In the words of his fans, he was a well-kept and morose prince.

Morose her a*s!

God knew how fed up Margaret was when she saw him acting cool with his melancholic face and when

he occasionally swore.

Such a terrible contrast burned her eyes.

"Maggie, long time no see. Did you miss me?" Elvis's eyes beamed when he saw Margaret. He opened

his arms and was about to rush to her.

Margaret immediately took off her hat and stopped him. She said with a very serious expression, "Stay

right there!"

Elvis raised his hands and pretended to surrender, "I haven't seen you in so long. Are you sure you

don't want a loving hug?"

"Didn't you say before that you didn't want to return to Haverland?"

The first time they met was at a bar, and this fellow swore he would never come back for the rest of his

life.

"If I don't come back, my mother will force me to marry some foreign girl." Elvis sighed with sadness.

"Maggie, do me another favour!"

"What favour?"

"My mother asked my uncle to keep an eye on me. Pretend to be my girlfriend and lie to my uncle for

me!" Elvis said while grinning.