No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 18 Ex-wife Living Lavishly

After finishing recording the video, Freya taught her followers how to remove makeup effortlessly.

These skills were actually necessary for her since she worked as a mortician.

Normally, makeup was all that was needed for the deceased, but in some special cases, the body could be mutilated.

In these situations, these skills would come in handy to restore the body.

Sometimes, the makeup skills of a mortician were even better than those of a professional makeup artist.

After finishing everything. Freya uploaded the video to her account.

Recently, she registered several short video accounts, where she shared makeup tutorials and occasional health knowledge.

Freya’s idea was simple. She wanted to give a good name to the lonely profession of a mortician, and the first thing to do was to expand her influence.

After uploading the video, she sat on the couch and fiddled with her phone.

Although it had only been a little over ten days, because the videos she had posted earlier had extreme before-and-after makeup comparisons, they blew up. The platform had been promoting her as well, so she had already gained tens of thousands of followers.

This speed of follower growth attracted the attention of many MCN companies who then contacted her privately.

Freya read through the comments on her previous videos and answered any questions she was interested in.

After finishing, she slid her finger and scrolled to the next video.

A video of a woman putting on makeup and transforming appeared, and when Freya saw the woman’s face, her expression immediately darkened.

“Why is this b*tch everywhere?”

On the screen, Danna was wearing a fairy-like high-end dress, with a full face of makeup and special effects, imitating Cinderella while holding a small white rabbit, and swaying around.

At first glance, the soft and delicate special effects made it almost impossible to see her face clearly.

Freya felt disgusted as she watched the video. She opened the comment section to take a look. Most of the comments were praising Danna.

Danna, I’ll always support you!”

“Danna is forever a goddess. When are you taking on a new role in a new TV show?”

Occasionally, some rational fans said that Danna was already very beautiful and didn’t need excessive airbrushing, but these comments were met with hundreds of replies scolding them.

the video away casually. The b*tch’s face disappeared, and her

couch, holding a book that she had bought at an auction years ago. It was a traditional medicine book from ancient time called “The Compendium of

it was sold as an antique at the auction, but

traditional medicine development, and even the founder

was also very refined, many exquisite

turned a page and looked at the

her memory before she had a chance to read

chin. When she was

and saw that it was Isabella calling.

to Azure Club tonight to

“Braxton won’t let me go out at night. If you want to

anyone go to Azure Club for breakfast?” Isabella’s voice rose. “Why is Braxton so controlling? Don’t mind him.

for so many days and had

bland if it

but don’t come to pick me up. I’ll

her mother and brother at home. She was as obedient as usual. Then she went to bed in the

for half a month. Sylvia and Braxton didn’t

in a tight silk top with a waist-revealing design and a short skirt, threw a rope ladder from the second

took a taxi to the Azure Club, afraid of

inside the Azure Club, Freya found the private room

each side. Eight handsome men looked at

all kinds of them, from younger men to

wanted to leave, but was stopped by Isabella

do you dare to

raised, and a sense

bully. “If you run, I will call your brother

room.”

hour later, Freya sat next to Isabella, holding a glass of juice. Her

man came over. “Miss, do you want a

have had a bad stomach recently,

blushed under the

domineering and glamorous.

seemed to have been triggered, pulling the collar of a dominant-like guy and appearing to be drunk. “Tell me. Why

maintain his composure and said, “Miss,

am the daughter of the

to some clues and tentatively asked, “Isabella, who are you talking about?”

waved her hand. “Who else? It’s that-

wine glass, spilling red wine

top was wet from alcohol, and she felt sticky all over. Freya