Chapter 459

Samuel was adamant about keeping Maja’s identity under wraps.

Maja’s

He’d already done one dumb thing last time; he couldn’t afford to screw up again and hand Maja over to lan on a silver platter.

Wasn’t lan supposed to be into Carlene?

Well then, he can keep his mitts on Carlene!

Maja wasn’t part of the Raymond family.

Samuel was ready for this. He took Maja to a private makeup studio.

The makeup artist worked her magic, painting Maja’s face with loads of pimples, topping it off with a bulky hat, and even dressing her in a brown and green outfit. Her aesthetic was beyond comprehension.

Maja caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, now sporting black–framed glasses and bangs covering her face, with only her mouth and a few “pimples” visible.

Samuel stood behind her, marveling at the transformation.

“Even your dad wouldn’t recognize you if he was standing right in front of you. Just say you’re allergic to pollen.”

Maja glanced at the time. That crowd must be getting antsy. So she picked up the painting.

“I’ve got to bail.”

“I’ll walk you there.”

Samuel, being the drama–loving guy that he is, wouldn’t miss this show for the world.

Maja got

painting, she

any rumors.

middle was a four–meter–long table, with the

said, her voice lower than usual, ignoting all the stares and heading straight to the

gave a cold laugh at

your game?”

contagious disease. I wouldn’t want to infect any of you fine folks. But if you don’t

pretended to lift her mask and hat.

nausea and hummed coldly from her chair.

keep it on. Everyone here is of higher stature

the painting in her

with a gap in the middle. She placed it

looked so alike that the onlookers couldn’t

tall and caught Carlene walking out

nines and couldn’t help but chuckle

was lan’s

was all pimples.

Unless lan was blind, he’d know

came over to stand out against Maja’s shabby

wanted everyone to know that she was

it’s nice to

attire, her eyes utterly

woman who’s been trying to split me and my husband up. I heard about how you got a tongue–lashing from Grandpa Holden when -you went to Rosewood

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room went

She turned pale and blurted out, “I’m not a

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