Watching the head of the Versailles School hurry away, Miss Isabelle, who was not far off, remarked in a teasing tone, "Nosta is still the same as ever. He can get nervous over the smallest things."
The makeup artist beside her did not dare continue the topic. She could only carefully apply Miss Isabelle's makeup... eye makeup, for now.
But Isabelle casually waved her hand. "That's enough. I'm not that weird president from the City of Dawn. It's more or less done. You can leave for now."
The makeup artist still did not dare continue the topic, so she merely nodded lightly. "All right, Miss Isabelle. Just let me know if you need anything."
Miss Isabelle stood up.
After looking around the backstage lounge, a smile appeared on her face. She walked toward Boss Luo, who was sitting elsewhere.
"We've met before, at Asman's shop. Do you remember?"
She sat directly on the table in front of Boss Luo, tilting her head slightly. Her straight, long hair fell down on one side, while a strikingly large earring hung from the other.
Her red lips were the color of flames, and the lines on them seemed almost alive.
There was also the scent of perfume.
A woman's thigh even showed through the slit in her skirt, smooth and flawless... It was a mature **body with a figure capable of stirring any man's desire.
City Lord Durrand's male assistant was right beside them. At that moment, he had no choice but to withstand enormous pressure and do his best not to look at Miss Isabelle.
The reason he was still here was that City Lord Durrand had instructed him to be as courteous as possible toward Mr. Luo, who had been invited from the Rose Mansion, and to satisfy his requests as