The makeup artist took out her mobile phone and took photos of every detail of Anna Jadwin's current makeup.
Wayne Bailey repeatedly wiped away her tears, letting her sit semi-upright in his embrace.
Throughout the process of removing her makeup, he intently stared at her, watching as the drunk her slowly shed her disguise...
Her dull complexion gradually revealed a translucent fair sheen.
Her lips slightly perky, tenderly pursed.
Wayne Bailey unintentionally squeezed her arm painfully...
Even when facing the biggest cooperation case, his expression remained unchanged, controlling the situation without any sign of nervousness.
Anna Jadwin frowned in pain, trying to pull her arm away.
Wayne woke up from his thoughts, his hand supporting her head.
"Anna Jadwin..." his voice cold and chilled, "Or should I call you Felicia Sullivan?"
Half of the sleeping Anna Jadwin's face had already regained its natural beauty.
