Ririko threaded through the crowd and walked up to Sofia.
Two bodyguards in black suits stepped in front of her, blocking her path to Sofia.
"Don't worry," Sofia said coldly. "She's just a greedy, lustful little devil."
The bodyguards exchanged a glance and stepped aside.
Ririko approached Sofia, her dark eyes scanning her face to make sure it hadn't fallen apart.
"I just came to see... exactly what your relationship with this Valentin is," Ririko said smoothly.
Sofia raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to explain who I attend parties with to you?"
Valentin stepped forward from Sofia's side, wearing an unsettling smile.
His gaze settled on Ririko's face, greedily admiring her breathtaking beauty.
"Miss Ririko, we meet again. Have you tried the products I sent you?"
Ririko couldn't even be bothered to glance at him.
"I threw them all away."
Valentin's smile froze for a moment, then he burst out laughing.
"Of course. That beautiful face of yours... who knows how many society ladies would love to have it?"
His gaze lingered on her face again, as though he were mentally pricing a work of art.
Ririko turned to him and lowered her voice.
"If creams and cosmetics could give someone my face, your Beauty Salon wouldn't need such bizarre methods for cosmetic surgery... until people's faces peel right off."
Valentin kept smiling, but a shadow crept into his smile.
"I'm not quite sure what you mean."
Ririko couldn't be bothered with him.
She reached out, grabbed Sofia's wrist, and pulled her into a nearby lounge, shutting the door.
Without allowing any argument, Ririko cupped Sofia's face in both hands, pressing her cheekbones, pinching her chin, rubbing her forehead, and kneading her cheeks.
Under her fingers, Sofia's face was squeezed into all sorts of shapes, like a lump of