As a makeup artist, Clinton found himself in even greater need of this product. If one product could have such impressive effects, then why spend so much time on skincare, face masks, primers, and foundation?
There was simply no need!
Because now there was the beauty cream!
Clinton nodded with a smile, “Thank you! I’ll try it on some other clients, and if it truly works, you’ll be doing me a huge favor!”
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Leaving Clinton’s studio, Chloe took Sophia, now elegantly dressed, to the Nancy family estate.
Sophia looked stunning today. Dressed in a red gown and with her lips painted red, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Sophia, you’re here?”
Nancy, dressed in a black short dress, came out to greet them. She had also dressed up for the occasion, looking like a little princess.
“You look beautiful today,” Sophia complimented.
“Thank you! If it weren’t for you curing my allergies, I’d be sneezing like crazy in this dress. I owe it all to you!” Nancy said with a smile.
Sophia chuckled, but Nancy kept staring at her in awe. “What is it? Did I get lipstick on my teeth?”
“No, I just think you look even more beautiful every time I see you. How do you do it?”
“…” Alright, she’d accept her friend’s excessive compliments, no questions asked!
As they spoke, Scott Livinus and Liam entered. Both were dressed in suits—Liam wore a long, European-style coat, while Scott Livinus wore a simple black suit, fashionably designed to make him look like he was ready for a magazine cover shoot.
Seeing them, Scott Livinus nodded in acknowledgment.
Just then, Miss Maggie entered from outside. Sophia saw her and frowned, instinctively glancing at Scott Livinus.
Scott Livinus met her gaze calmly, his expression unchanged.
“Miss Maggie? What are you doing here?”
Since the pool incident, Nancy had held a grudge against Miss Maggie and never greeted her, even at the beauty salon. They weren’t close, so Nancy hadn’t invited her. She was surprised that Miss Maggie showed up uninvited.
Miss Maggie looked around at the group. The event had a charitable purpose and would have media coverage, with photos and articles posted on company websites and internal publications, so many reporters were present.
As she expected, this was the perfect setting for an accusation.
Miss Maggie stared at Scott Livinus and suddenly said:
“I’m here to expose someone’s crimes! He did something unforgivable to me, and I hope everyone here will stand for justice.”
At that moment, several police officers arrived. The young officer in charge asked, “Who called the police?”
Miss Maggie raised her hand. “I did!”
“Why did you call the police?”
Miss Maggie looked at Scott Livinus, her gaze filled with menace.
Sophia could see that Miss Maggie wanted Scott Livinus to give in, to stop her from slandering him. Naturally, she expected him to pay a price—to marry her and meet her other demands.
But Scott Livinus didn’t budge, his gaze cold and filled with contempt.
Miss Maggie, visibly angered, gritted her teeth and said, “I want to report someone for assault!”
Her words sent shockwaves through the crowd, and everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at her.
Assault? That was a serious crime. Who would dare do such a thing?
And why was Miss Maggie staring at Scott Livinus? Could it be him?
The young officer hadn’t anticipated such an accusation. He was a community officer and typically handled minor issues—lost pets, theft, neighbor disputes. This was his first time hearing a report of assault. Frowning, he asked:
“When did this happen? Do you remember who assaulted you? Do you have any leads?”
Miss Maggie, still staring at Scott Livinus, nodded and said, “I remember. It was him!”
She pointed at Scott Livinus.
Her words caused an uproar, and everyone turned to Scott Livinus, searching for any hint of guilt on his face. But Scott Livinus remained unperturbed, his expression calm, as if he were wearing a mask.
People knew Scott Livinus as someone with a clean reputation, a standout in their circle. While many wealthy young men indulged in debauchery, he was different. From a young age, he was the model child—handsome, well-mannered, and a man of integrity. His business skills were unparalleled, and in a short time, he elevated the Scott family to the ranks of the elite.
Would such a man commit assault? If he wanted, countless young women would flock to him with just a wave. Even paying to have some Instagram models around would be more likely than him taking such a risk.
And no one had ever heard of Scott Livinus harboring such inclinations.
Sophia remained still but felt a deep urge to tear Miss Maggie apart.
She regretted that past misunderstandings had allowed a troublemaker like Miss Maggie to be involved.
She stepped forward, standing beside Scott Livinus.
Finally, Scott Livinus spoke. He picked up a glass from a passing waiter, took a sip, and asked:
“Are you sure it was me? I’m known for my self-control. Do you really think I’d do something so absurd?”
His tone was so calm, so matter-of-fact, that it took away everyone’s desire to gossip.
“It was you! That night, you drank some white wine and then a little red wine! After drinking, you took advantage of me. After the assault, you feared the truth would come out, so you kept telling me to stay quiet. I was terrified, and it was my first time. I’ve suffered so much because of it, but I can’t endure any longer. I’ve decided to reveal the truth.”
Scott Livinus’s expression didn’t change as he replied in a steady voice, “Oh? My alcohol tolerance is actually quite high.”
Miss Maggie clearly didn’t know much about Scott Livinus and added, “It’s because you had white wine and then red wine that…”
“A little white wine and red wine made me lose control? Miss Maggie, you really don’t know my alcohol tolerance, or perhaps you didn’t prepare your story well enough? Let me give you a piece of advice: even authors research their characters before creating a story. But you, it’s clear, know nothing about me.”
