The Wife In Disguise

Hearing Violet’s words, Greyson narrowed his eyes, full of danger, “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, I’m a makeup artist, and I can teach you makeup to make sure you can’t even recognize your loved ones when you walk down the street later.”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Violet stared at Greyson and said slowly.

She had to find a way to keep her innocence, and all she could think of right now was her make-up skills.

I hope I can persuade this man to let her go.

Greyson stared at Violet quietly, “Are you trying to use makeup to make us disguise our true appearance as a condition for me to let you go today?”

“Yes.”

Violet kept her composure, “Brother, my make-up is comparable to disguise, if you don’t believe me, you can look up the modeling contest held not long ago on the internet. One of the contestants who could have won the championship, just because she offended me, I used my makeup art to make her only get the third place. So, I must be very useful to you.”

Hearing this, Greyson looked her up and down, pondering.

Violet stood quietly, only to feel a heart like to jump out of the chest.

After a long time, Greyson seems to have figured it out, “This deal sounds interesting, okay, I can let you go, now, you come with me.”

He was talked into it.

Violet exhaled silently with joy in her heart.

The good thing is that she is in the service industry and understands some customer psychology.

This person has a human life on his hands, must be long years in the knife’s mouth licking blood.

Those who live in darkness must long for sunlight.

That’s what made her think of using her make-up to convince him.

“Greyson, is this the end? What about the buyer?”

One of the men called out.

“Wouldn’t it be better to find a woman with a similar body shape to her instead? Stupid.”

Greyson waved his hand impatiently and led Violet out of the warehouse.

Violet looked around, and when no one was looking, she hurriedly threw a bright colored hair band to the ground.

This is my daughter’s hair ring, I hope someone will find it.

“Brother, where are you taking me?”

Violet inquired as she got into the car.

“We’ll see when we go.”

Greyson closed the car door and signaled the driver to drive.

Violet pursed her lips and something flashed through her mind as she thought about what this man had said.

She must not have misheard the man who said that Louis almost died at his hands a year ago.

So, Louis’ car accident was man-made?

So who does this Greyson work for?

Is the person who instructed him to hurt himself today the same person who instructed him to do it to Louis a year ago?

…

The Johnson Group.

Louis finished a meeting, rubbed his brow, and prepared to go to the next drinking party.

Harry has been following him around.

At that moment, a message came in on his phone.

He took it out and took a look at it, and his face changed abruptly when he saw what was on it.

“Harry, has Mr. Robinson arrived yet?”

Louis asked as he glanced at his watch.

Harry stood still, staring blankly at his phone.

Louis didn’t hear a reply and stopped to look back at him.

“Harry?”

Harry returned to his senses and hurriedly put his phone in his pocket.

“Mr. Johnson, what did you just say?”

Louis’ brow furrowed slightly, “What’s wrong with you? Something wrong?”

“I …”

Harry opened his mouth and turned his words around, “Mr. Johnson, can I take a leave of absence? There’s something I have to take care of.”