Raina brought Charlotte to Princess Consort, a private boutique that was located in the heart of a shopping plaza.

The woman appeared to have booked the entire place just for Charlotte. More than ten staff members and a team of three internationally recognized makeup artists stood waiting to attend to Charlotte’s needs.

Charlotte was stunned by the grandness of everything. Tugging Raina’s sleeve nervously, she whispered, “Don’t you think this is a bit of an overkill?”

“Don’t worry! I have arranged everything for you.”

Raina helped Charlotte into a private room and helped her to clean up her wounds and bandage them. Afterward, the former told the makeup artists to start working on the latter.

Charlotte had a vague memory of experiencing this sort of treatment before. Back in the day, her father had hired a professional makeup artist for her. During an important event, she would ring up the makeup artist and have her come over to do her makeup.

The makeup artists at Princess Consort, who were now attending to Charlotte, were extremely difficult to hire. They would only agree to be hired for someone’s birthday, and even that appointment had to be booked six months in advance.

boutique for her and ordered everyone

meant that the man’s power and influence stretched

close to men like him—once she offended him, it

spent the rest of the time entertaining her nonsensical

her, touching up her makeup and fluffing up her

makeup artists exchanged smiles with each other at the sight. They thought she looked

more gentle, would you? Ms. Windt has injuries on her neck and right

The makeup artists immediately made sure to make

one of them let out

and the other makeup

had noticed Zachary when he walked into the boutique, but there he was, standing in a corner. He was wearing a black western suit that elongated his tall body; the dim lights of the boutique accentuated the sharp edges of his face, reflecting off his eyes and giving one the impression that flames were

the sleeping woman in the mirror

an excellent time

Everyone bowed, greeting

everyone to remain quiet and not

The makeup artists resumed their job,

on the ottoman next to the sofa. He rested his elbow on the armrest and perched his head on his hands as he

women who gawked openly at him and threw

he had felt very amused

to entertain rich old ladies as a gigolo, he had flared

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