Chapter 416
In no time, Wendy’s makeup artist and stylist team, consisting of several professionals, swarmed into the room:
Three people were dedicated to making Wendy up and styling her, causing envy and jealousy to flicker in the eyes of onlookers.
“Having a CEO for a dad must be nice. I wish I could get such treatment.”
“Yeah, keep dreaming. She’s got a powerful dad. What do you have?”
Jean witnessed this scene and immediately sidled up to Wendy, saying, “Wendy, you’re so incredible. You summoned these professional makeup artists with just a phone call. Could you maybe let your makeup artist…. do my makeup too?”
Hope shone in Jean’s eyes. She had been buttering up Wendy for a while, hoping for some perks, but Wendy merely glanced at her and said, “You?”
Jean quickly nodded, saying, “You see the makeup artists the company sent over? Their skills are subpar. We’re good friends, right? Could you let them help me out?”
Jean thought Wendy wouldn’t refuse, but she heard Wendy scoff and say, “We’re competitors, after all. Do you think I’d let you outshine
me?”
Jean was taken aback.
Those nearby snickered at Jean’s expense.
“Look at that, all that bootlicking for nothing.”
“Right! You better worry about what you’re going to do. Everyone heard you say our company’s makeup artists aren’t skilled, Jean.”
“If they’re so bad, then Jean, you better figure something out on your own.”
Jean’s face turned sour. When she looked at the two makeup artists, they couldn’t be bothered to give her another glance..
Eventually, Jean’s makeup was the worst among all the trainees.
Jean saw her reflection, and her face darkened. “What is this? This is too much!”
The makeup artist glanced at Jean coldly, saying, “Our skills are lacking. Sorry about that.”
Skye pushed open the door to the makeup room, telling everyone inside, It’s about time. Come on out.”
Sophie stood up, and the makeup artists were surprised when they saw her makeup. She had done her makeup by herself, and it surpassed their expectations. It looked like it was done by a professional.
The photographer took photos of everyone in a rather perfunctory manner, moving on to the next person before the previous one could. see their shots.
When it was Wendy’s turn, she stepped forward, standing with pride. The photographer frowned upon looking through the lens and said, “Could you turn to the side, please?”
Wendy, displeased, did turn slightly.
After taking the shot, the photographer waved Wendy off casually.
When it was Sophie’s turn, the photographer’s demeanor changed. He smiled as he said, “Ms. Sophie, feel free to try different poses. Let’s take a few more shots.
Sophie didn’t speak but cooperated with the photographer.
Afterwards, everyone headed to the cafeteria. Looking at the plate of food in front of her, Wendy couldn’t take a bite, slamming the table in frustration, “What was that photographer thinking? Does he think I’m fat and can only be shot from the side?”