My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Chapter 406

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In no time, a small army of makeup artists and designers descended upon Eve, transforming her into a veritable

princess.

Three artists fussed over her alone, their brushes and combs dancing with practiced

ease.

Envious whispers filled the air.

“Must be nice having a chairman for a dad.”

“Right? Imagine having that kind of clout.”

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Ashley, spotting her chance, hurried over to Eve. “Eve, you're a marvel. Just one call, and you've got a whole

team here. Could you spare a few for me?”

Her eyes sparkled with hope. Having buttered Eve up for ages, she expected sreward.

Eve cast her a sidelong glance. You?”

Ashley bobbed her head eagerly. “Con, Eve. We're friends, right? Their skills are miles ahead of the

company’s artists.”

Ashley was sure Eve wouldn't refuse, but Eve just scoffed, “Friends? We're competitors, Ashley. You think I'd let

you steal my thunder?”

Ashley’s jaw dropped. Around them, people snickered, enjoying the show.

“Looks like the bootlicker got the boot.”

“You should just focus on your afternoon plans. Everyone heard Ashley judge our makeup artists.”

“If their skills are poor, Ashley, you'll have to figure it out on your own.”

Ashley’s face fell as she turned to the company’s artists, but they didn’t pay her any attention. In the end, her

makeup was a hot mess, the worst among the trainees.

“What is this? It's hideous,” she cried.

The makeup artist shrugged. “Our skills aren't up to your standards, Miss Steele. Sorry about that.”

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Hannah poked her head into the room. “Time’s up, everyone. Let's go.”

Debra stood, and the makeup artists gaped. They'd assumed her flawless look was the work of a pro, but it was

all her own doing.

The photographer snapped casual shots of each trainee, not letting them see the results. When Eve's turn came,

she strutted up, nose in the air.

The photographer glanced at his camera, frowned, and said, “Could you turn slightly to the side, please?”

Eve huffed but complied. After the shot, the photographer waved her off with barely a glance.

Then it was Debra’s turn. The photographer's face lit up. “Ms. Frazier, could you strike a few more poses? Let's

take sextra shots.”

Debra silently complied, moving with natural grace.

Later, in the cafeteria, Eve stared at her plate, appetite gone. She slammed her hand on the table. “What's with

that photographer? Does he think I'm fat or something