Sarah Sullivan sent Mia away and returned to the bedroom.
Besides a few pieces of clothing, she brought back a large bag of cosmetics.
Mainstream cosmetics popular on the market, like Lancome, Guerlain, Helena Rubinstein, Estee Lauder, couldn’t even catch her aunt’s eye.
Florence picked only the extremely expensive ones.
Like La Prairie, La Mer, Jenny Brown, The Ginza.
Sarah wasn’t picky about brands; in any case, her bare face was stunning enough.
Sarah brought these cosmetics back and coupled them with the paints taken from the young Bun for her own purposes.
Sarah was skilled at makeup, not only enhancing her beauty but also making herself look unattractive.
She could even transform into a completely different person.
This is what many martial arts novels describe as “disguise”.
Sarah was a master of disguise, not only able to change her appearance but also her speech and demeanor to perfection.
Precisely because of this skill, Sarah could do many things she wanted without drawing too much attention.
…
Sarah skillfully helped Anthony Varley change his soiled clothes.
Then she lay down side by side with the man on the wide, comfortable bed, staring at the ceiling above.
In the old Varley Clan mansion, space was not an issue, so the buildings were predominantly one story, with the highest being small two-story structures, like Sarah Sullivan’s wardrobe room.
The architecture was in the style of classical Chinese gardens.
Elegant, grand, with taste, fitting the temperament of a noble family.
At the same time, it hid many modern technological features.
To say it was the world’s top residence was not an exaggeration.
Yet living here, Sarah felt not an ounce of comfort.
Just felt restrained, not free.
She preferred the brick houses in the countryside.
Where you could hear birds chirping.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen the stars.”
Sarah murmured to herself.
Yes, the city’s neon lights were so dazzling that city dwellers had their eyes bedazzled and couldn’t bother to look up and admire the stars above.
But when Sarah finished speaking, a magical thing happened.
The ceiling, initially one piece, slowly parted to the sides!
Revealing a vast, endless expanse of brilliant stars above!
On Sarah’s typically impassive face, a rare look of surprise emerged.
“I didn’t expect you to be such a person?”
…
Previously, Sarah Sullivan knew nothing about Anthony Varley.
The Varley family also appeared very mysterious.
So mysterious that searching them online turned up no information.
Not even a single photo of Anthony Varley.
It wasn’t until Sarah married Anthony that she used her own channels to proactively learn about this man, who was legally her husband.
The feedback she received left Sarah feeling a bit dazed.
In Huston, there were nearly a hundred prominent families, with countless famous heirs.
In the local circles, terms like “The Four Scions of Huston”, “Three Young Masters”, or “National Husbands” were common.
But in the real upper-class society, everyone agreed that only Anthony Varley was the undisputed top noble young man of Huston.
He was charismatic and handsome, with unmatched power, standing at the apex of the food chain, overlooking the world and its people.
Those heirs with remarkable reputations in the public could hardly even qualify to carry Anthony Varley’s shoes.
And yet, he became her husband?
So Sarah instinctively felt that such a man must be pragmatic, realistic, with eyes only for power and wealth.
That romance and fantasies were incompatible with him.
Sarah really didn’t expect that he would also gaze at the stars?
“If you can make me see the sea from here, I would truly be impressed with you…”
Before Sarah’s voice fell, the place in front, initially a wall, also began to split open.
The opening grew larger.
The bedroom was already very spacious.
Three sides were walls, and one side was a massive floor-to-ceiling window.
Now, those three walls vanished.
Then Sarah gaped as she discovered that before her, a giant sperm whale over 20 meters long swam past!
Outside the bedroom was actually an aquarium!
…
Meanwhile.
In the director’s office of “True Elegance” medical beauty center.
Benjamin Rosedale looked at a photo of a girl on the computer screen, sighing heavily.
What a beautiful woman!
If she could advertise for his plastic surgery hospital, he could just sit at home counting money every day.
But unfortunately, this woman belongs to someone he couldn’t afford to provoke, so he could only painfully let go.
The photo on Benjamin Rosedale’s computer was, of course, Sarah Sullivan.
The original photo, untouched by beauty filters or Photoshop, was so breathtakingly beautiful that one glance made it impossible to look away.
At this moment, the office door opened, and Nora Sullivan walked in.
“Miss Sullivan, hello, are you satisfied with our service?”
Benjamin Rosedale quickly stood up to greet her.
He tried his best to curry favor with Nora Sullivan.
Both the Sullivan Family and the Shaw Family were top aristocratic families in Huston.
Something Benjamin Rosedale, as a small-time director, could not compare to.
So, concerning Nora Sullivan’s matters, no matter how big or small, Benjamin Rosedale personally attended to them.
The reason Benjamin hadn’t left tonight was because Nora Sullivan had come to get a hyaluronic acid injection.
The main benefit of hyaluronic acid is to reduce wrinkles, moisturize, and maintain the skin’s moisture and elasticity.
It can also improve facial skin sagging.
So Nora Sullivan’s forehead, temples, cheeks, apple muscles, eye sockets, tear trough, nasolabial folds, nose, and chin would be regularly injected.
“Not bad.” Nora Sullivan nodded in satisfaction.
“Director Rosedale, about my situation here—”
Before Nora finished speaking, Benjamin Rosedale had already keenly indicated, “Miss Sullivan, rest assured, this will be kept absolutely confidential, it won’t leak out.
My staff is very tight-lipped, no one will spill the beans.”
Nora Sullivan smiled.
She wanted to craft a beautiful appearance through medical beauty plastic surgery.
At the same time, she sold an image of a “natural beauty” outside.
Therefore, coming to the plastic surgery hospital was done discreetly.
As Nora Sullivan was about to leave, her gaze shifted to Benjamin Rosedale’s screen.
“Director Rosedale, what is this?”
Seeing her inquiry, Benjamin Rosedale candidly shared his thoughts.
Nora Sullivan listened, burning with envy.
Why?
Why does everyone fall head over heels the moment they see that slut’s face?
Is Sarah Sullivan really that beautiful?
Take Benjamin Rosedale, for example.
He previously went out of his way to flatter and praise her.
Always saying she was naturally beautiful, and after medical beauty, remarkably excellent, shining like the sun and moon.
Then why did you never suggest I be an advertising spokesperson to attract clients?
Of course, even if you suggested, I wouldn’t agree.
But my refusal is my business.
The fact that you never even thought of it shows your disdain for me!