Looking at the black card on the table, Eliza only felt sarcastic.
She curled her lips and looked at Beau's face coldly. "Does Mr. Valentine give a black card to every woman he knows?"
Beau paused for a moment, then smiled. "Miss Cerys, I said that I'm willing to invest in your Wushu Pavilion because I've thought of my wife."
"It's not because of your beauty. Please rest assured."
After that, he pretended to look up and down at her and said, "Besides, Miss Wood is... not beautiful at all, right?"
Eliza frowned and subconsciously looked at her own reflection in the mirror.
Now, she disguised herself as Cerys, a professional makeup artist she once knew in the crew.
God knew how much effort she had put in just to make herself look ugly.
The current her...
Indeed, men would not have any interest.
Moreover, after she finished her makeup, she showed it to Luca and Hamza respectively.
