Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband (or The Ninth Bride)

Chapter 269 Isn't That How Makeup Works?

"Do you think Mr. Cyan is busy right now? Could he come with me to the bar to shoot a video?"

"We could always film it here at home," was the suggestion.

Film it at home? Samantha shook her head with a decisive grace. "No, it would completely ruin the atmosphere. The video just wouldn't have the right feel. I'd prefer to shoot it at the bar."

"Who says we don't have the right ambiance? I can have someone recreate the bar scene to match the video perfectly."

Recreate it perfectly? Sitting beside Finley, she arched an eyebrow with a mixture of skepticism and intrigue. "Well, since you're so adept, I'll leave the recreation to you. I'm eager to see what you can come up with."

Samantha found the video of Sylvan she intended to use, handing her phone to Finley with a sense of purpose. "Use this as your reference. And don't forget to call Mr. Cyan over. I need to transform him into Sylvan via makeup." Finley, slightly taken aback by Samantha's request, looked at her with mild surprise. "You can do that?"

Samantha's face lit up with confidence. "Absolutely. I'm quite skilled, you know."

Amused by her self-assured demeanor, Finley chuckled and gently ruffled her hair. He then picked up the phone and called Edmond, asking him to come over. Though Edmond was puzzled by the sudden invitation, he complied without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Finley worked diligently with the household staff to transform one of the rooms into a flawless replica of a bar's private booth. The result was an astonishingly precise recreation.

room mirrored the video exactly-the table, the

colorful lights, Finley drew the curtains, enveloping the space in the perfect ambiance. The lights cast a warm glow on the couch, where Samantha went to check the

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"Understood."

went over to inspect

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in order. Bring the maids

He nodded. "Sure thing."

directed them to

To expedite the

worked on makeup for five of them

one eyebrow on each maid before moving on to

his concern growing as he observed Samantha's swift and tireless work. With a gentle tone, he spoke up. "Sam, why don't I find

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