"When I was your age, I didn't use any skincare products at all. That's because I read online that one only needed to start using skincare products at the age of twenty-five. As a result, my skin is really terrible now..." too,too. Miss Batton, you really are intelligent... You've started taking care of your skin at an early age. People like us were really harmed by those bullsh*t on the internet." Two female influencers spoke one after another as if they were in a two-person act.
Catherine Batton chuckled again. "Indeed, myths like only needing to start looking after one's skin at twenty-five have harmed a lot of people..." The two female influencers nodded in agreement.
Right then, someone pushed the door open once again...
Jenny Armstrong walked in wearing a blue, genuine-silk halter dress.
The hem of her dress reached her kneecap, revealing her thin, fair calves as well as her feet on a pair of silver high heels. At one glance, she was practically the definition of an extremely wonderful visual feast...
With her high ponytail and light make-up, there was purity in her eyes. She looked like a worldwide, limited- edition doll that was being displayed in a high-class cabinet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWonderful, pure, and noble...
"Didn't you say you weren't coming? So why did you end up coming?" Henry looked affectionately at Jenny and asked.
Jenny chuckled before walking up to Catherine and sitting on the arm of Catherine's chair.
"I got bored at home. That's why I came... But, most importantly, didn't you say Catherine was here? After thinking for a while, I still felt that I should cand play with Catherine... I was afraid that she might get bored here," Jenny said.
When Catherine heard this, she instantly leaned her head against Jenny's body. Catherine then looked up at Jenny's perfect jawline. "Indeed, you are my best friend..." Jenny immediately started chuckling when she heard this.
When two girls around the sage got together, even saying a few simple words would make each other feel comfortable.
"Woah... Henry, is this your sister? She's so pretty." "I finally got to see what doll-like girls are..." Two female celebrities started praising Jenny again.
"Thank you..." Jenny replied with a smile.
Apart from that, she didn't say much else.
"Jenny... Do you want to play Truth or Dare?" A rich guy waved at her from a sofa in the corner...
He wore a white, oversized, loose T-shirt with a pair of black pants, as well as a pair of red, worldwide, limited- edition sports shoes that cost up to a million dollars. Those shoes were very appealing under the light.
There was even a currently famous female celebrity in his arms.
In total, there were three rich guys next to him. They each had a female escort who were currently popular celebrities and intecelebrities. search the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
However, those three men were not as good-looking as him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis looks were slightly European-like, with deep eye sockets and distinctive facial features...
He had short hair, and there was a bad boy vibe about him. He looked rather interesting just by sitting there.
"How do I play?" Jenny asked with interest.
"Chere, and I'll tell you..." The rich guy said.
His nwas David Harper.
Instead of calling him a rich guy, it'd be more apt to say that he was a third-generation child from a rich and noble family...
His grandfather was the first generation. The only person whon worked alongside his grandfather was his father, the only son of his grandfather. Since his father wasn't interested in his grandfather's business, he decided to venture independently.
With his grandfather's connections, his father was able to do very well, very well successfully establishing an enterprise that ranked in the top hundred globally after over three decades. What about David?
Like his father, he was equally rebellious. After graduating froma prestigious university overseas, he refused to take over his father's business. David established an investment company to make investments.