Chapter 1241 Mrs. Lyon's Reminder
Chapter 1241 Mrs. Lyon's Reminder
What was on Amber's mind, Jared could not know.
He gently pinched her face in response to her words.
"Then I'll go open the door and let them in." Amber said, about to step on her silver flashy high heels to
open the door.
Jared took her hand, "Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?" Amber turned back, some confusion in her eyes.
The man pointed to his thin lips, "You want your husband to be seen like this, huh?"
The lipstick stain on his thin lips here and there has not been wiped yet.
In other words, he has been wearing this funny look, wiping her mouth and tracing her lips, and
otherwise not taking care of himself at all.
Hearing Jared's words, Amber reacted and covered her red lips with a puff of laughter, "Sorry, I forgot
about that, that's fine, you wipe first, I'll call them in when you're done."
She knew that if people outside saw Jared like this, they would definitely laugh, even if they didn't dare
to laugh to his face, they would definitely laugh out loud when they didn't know.
After all, she couldn't help but laugh when she looked at it, let alone others.
Of course, it doesn't matter if she laughs, after all, the relationship between the two of them is here,
and he won't mind.
But others laugh at him, not to mention Jared himself may not be happy, her heart will not be happy.
He was her lover, how could she tolerate people laughing at him.
In saying that, at noon Jared has already been on Twitter Trend once for his lipstick and was laughed
at by the general public.
She doesn't want him to be laughed at twice in a row because of his lipstick, either.
Jared reopened a makeup remover wipe after Amber finished talking and looked in the mirror to clean
up his image.
The difference between Jared rubbing himself and rubbing Amber is somewhat greater.
To Amber wipe, the action can not mention how gentle, and is along the lips depicted a circle of the
way to wipe.
However, he gave himself to rub, that is not so elaborate, not to mention the force, just to say that the
action of wiping, but also a haphazard, three or two times to wipe the finish.
Amber was amused and sweet at the same time.
After all, he acted in such a way that it shows that in her heart, she is more important than himself to
come it.
"Is it done?" Amber asked when she saw Jared throwing the used makeup remover wipes into the
trash.
The man straightened his somewhat disheveled hair and nodded slightly, "Okay."
"I'll get the door, then."
"Hmm."
Amber turned toward the door and opened it.
A few people sitting or standing outside the door heard the door open and hurriedly stood to look.
When they saw Amber coming out, several people walked quickly over to her.
"Miss Reed."
As they greeted each other, their eyes were stealing glances at Amber.
Although Amber's makeup looks, as it did before they came out, no different.
But they are still professionals who have been in the business for many years, and their eyes are not to
mention how sharp they are.
A quick glance reveals the little imperceptible changes under Amber's perfect makeup.
That is, the lips are a little different.
In particular, the makeup artist who painted Amber's lipstick could see at a glance that Amber's lips
were now a little bit more swollen than when she was painting her lipstick.
As for why is it swollen?
They would never believe that it was their lipstick that was the cause.
If the lipstick had caused Miss Reed's swollen mouth, Miss Reed and Mr. Farrell would have been
looking for them.
So Miss Reed's lips will be swollen for other reasons.
As for what exactly is the reason?
Several people sneak a glance at each other, all see a smile in each other's eyes.
What else could it be, a kiss from Mr. Farrell?
They thought they didn't hear any movement inside, that they were doing nothing.
Now I realize that it's not that they didn't do anything, it's really just that they didn't hear it.
Not only did they do it inside, but it was pretty intense, even the lips were swollen from kissing.
Gee, Mr. Farrell is wildly on time.
The most excited, I would say, is the assistant.
She was already a brain-dead Couple Fans of Amber and Jared, and now she's sure that her couple is
doing that under her nose.
She herself, of course, was thrilled and excited and almost fainted with excitement.
Of course, the thoughts in these people's hearts, Amber is not aware of, although she felt that their ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
performance is a bit strange, but also did not think deeply, smiled and nodded in response, "Please go
in now to do the styling for Mr. Farrell."
"Okay, okay, I'll be right in."
Several people nodded their heads in response.
Amber made an invitation gesture and led a few people back into the lounge.
Once inside, she sat off to the side and watched the men work on Jared's hair.
Men are not as complicated as women.
You also need to wear delicate makeup.
He only needs to do a little hair, a little face trimming on it, the whole process does not take much time
at all.
It can be done in half an hour or so at most.
Just as Jared was finishing his hair and going to change, the cell phone in Amber's diamond handbag
suddenly rang.
She looked down and took out her phone and saw the caller ID and a happy smile appeared on her
face, "Hello, auntie, good evening."
Now it is already six thirty, the sky has gradually darkened, it is not too much to say that it is night.
The phone call was from Mrs. Lyon, and when she heard Amber's voice, she quickly asked, "Amber,
you're going to the mall party, right?"
"Yeah." Amber nodded.
Then, realizing the urgency in Mrs. Lyon's tone, the smile on her face gradually suppressed and
became serious, "Auntie, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"
On the other end of the line, Mrs. Lyon shook her head and said back, "It's me, I'm the one who has
something to remind you, remember what I told you the last time you and Jared came to The Lyon
Residence?"
The last time you went to The Lyon Residence to talk about it?
Amber cocked her head and thought about it.
Then thought of something and bit her lower lip, "Auntie, what you said about THE Kampwerth family?"
See she did not forget, Mrs. Lyon heart slightly relieved, "Yes, is the Kampwerth family, the Kampwerth
family seafood business problems, has been looking for a marriage of luxury, and their ambition is also
big, a look for the top of that luxury family. "
Speaking of which, Mrs. Lyon's eyes rolled up to the sky.
the Kampwerth family is just a small family that is not in the class, looking for Olkmore's third-rate
gentry, are they climbing high, but also delusions of grandeur, looking for the best one.
And do not see enough for that.
It's not that she despises the Kampwerth family, it's that the Kampwerth family can't see themselves.
Do you really think that staring at the best one of the giants will definitely be successful?
The Kampwerth family will not succeed in doing so, but will offend other powerful families.
After all, everyone knows that the Kampwerth family is not qualified to climb the best giants, not even to
climb them.
But the Kampwerth family, who crossed over to the best family, is not telling others that the Kampwerth
family looks down on them and only looks at the best family?
So yeah, the Kampwerth family will either succeed or wait for all the giants to beat them down next.
Of course, Mrs. Lyon knew that the Kampwerth family would only end up in one place, and that would
really be suppressed by all the gentry, after all, the best one, which could never have anything to do
with the Kampwerth family.
Because the best one, the family in charge of the mansion, is already their Amber's.
Yes, the best one is the Farrell Family.
The Kampwerth family is looking for connections to attend tonight's banquet because they know Jared
will be there, so they are trying to find opportunities to befriend Jared, and they may even use
underhanded tactics or something. The Kampwerth family is looking for connections to attend the
banquet tonight because they know Jared will be there, so they are trying to get a chance to befriend
Jared, and they may even use dirty tricks.