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Mason defended himself against an unwarranted accusation. "Then how do you feel about it?" Olivia interjected, her gaze firmly locked onto Mason, searching for any hint of remorse. "What are you talking about?" Mason struggled to understand Olivia's reference, but his obliviousness only made Olivia laugh, thinking he was feigning innocence. "Seriously? I'm asking how you feel about being rescued by the person you mistreated since the day of your marriage. How does it feel to have no one to turn to for help except the woman you've caused nothing but pain, simply because she doesn't conform to your superficial beauty standards? How does it feel to be utterly helpless in saving your grandmother

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

"Oh, and there is Jasmine! The gold digging night bartender. Give me a discount next time!" Andrew stopped talking, and he turned sharply to the boy who had spoken. He was one of the basktball players, a famous bad boy in school named Ian. He started to move, just as Jasmine held him in place, shaking her head. "Don't." He said nothing and started to settle back in when Ian yelled again. "What are you gonna do, pretty boy? Tell me how she tasted down there?" Andrew stood, slightly hitting his desk out of the way.

“Yes! 2002. After the country had failed over thirty-five beauty contests. A world contest!” “And you’re certain of that?” I asked. She nodded again, confident. I shook my head slowly. “You have no idea what you’re saying, Mrs. Salvacion. Even if you won a crown in 2002, it should have been under the category of the dumbest people in the entire world not under the category of the most beautiful. Because you are a dumbass!" The smug smile on Genevieve's face vanished instantly. Mercedes charged forward, eyes blazing.

But Fabian didn’t allow her to be involved in commercials—at least not yet. Inside the tent, the stylists resumed fixing Sonia’s hair and makeup while she talked with her children. “So, who’s cooking at home lately?” Sonia asked. “Big sister Glace!” Steve, one of the twins, answered cheerfully. He had Sonia’s features and Fabian’s blue eyes. “Daddy and brother France are terrible at cooking. We can’t even eat what they make,” Seven grumbled, looking just like Fabian with Sonia’s eyes. Bless giggled in agreement.

The old couple's cries pierced the air, raw and unrelenting. Suddenly, a surge of anger coursed through me, and I hurled the powder compact in my hand to the ground. It shattered, scattering fine particles across the floor like dust over a battlefield. "Can you two just shut up already?!" I shouted, my voice slicing through their wails. "God, you're driving me insane! If it weren't for all your flailing around, do you think I'd have wasted my false lashes? Do you even understand how essential false lashes are to eye makeup?"

A laugh that sounded strange, almost like someone losing his sanity. “Hah…” Billy covered his face with both hands. “Look at you, Billy.” The laughter turned into sobs. Tears fell one by one, soaking his palms. “What am I?” his voice shook. “A great CEO who can’t forget one woman?” He lifted his face. His eyes were wet, red, empty. “An ugly woman,” he whispered. “A fat woman who never even had confidence.” Billy laughed again, this time more painfully. “But why only her?”

"Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!" I trembled as I cried under the blankets, and Kevin continued to hold me. He cradled me gently, feeling as if we were back in the boat harvesting water lilies. The sky was clear, the water calm, and the water lilies in full bloom—those were the best days. That feeling of happiness now felt as if it was just yesterday. It was only after losing my health that I realized how precious life was. Craig must have heard the commotion inside the room, yet he did not disturb us. He only sneaked in to leave a package.

He nodded listening to that and we continued our party after she found a movie for us to watch. "By the way, I think Mihira surpassed Abhi completely. Already her score is two while he got three after a whole year." Vikesh teased her but she rolled her eyes. "Today on... what should I use? Yes! On this cooldrink, I promise that he will get four Ex-Girlfriends before I reach three. I should respect my elders and shouldn't try to suppress them. If I break this then I will give up drinking cooldrinks for my whole life." She said holding the bottle.

She looks like a shadow of herself. Josh tilted his head. “What do I get in return?” I sighed. “I’ll give you my LaFerrari Aperta. The customized one.” His eyes went as round as dinner plates. “Oh my God, you are such a sweet soul...” He lunged to hug me, but stopped when I shot him a deadly glare. Well, that car is one-of-a-kind, designed just for me. Glossy midnight black, with my initials stitched in gold inside the leather seats, and he knew how much I loved that car.