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.

away casually. The b*tch’s face disappeared, and her mood finally eased

at an auction years ago. It

she bought this book, it was sold as an antique at the auction, but she saw its

most prosperous period of traditional medicine development, and even

exquisite ancient formulas had been

and looked at the

lost her memory before she had a

was engrossed

it up and saw that

Club tonight to work.”

“Braxton won’t let me go out at night. If you want to make plans with me now, we have to make

morning? Does anyone go to Azure Club for breakfast?” Isabella’s voice rose. “Why is Braxton so controlling? Don’t mind him. I’ll come pick you up

at home for so many days and had rested

thought for a moment. Life is so bland if it continues

up. I’ll just sneak out to meet

with her mother and brother at home. She was as obedient

been well-behaved for half a month. Sylvia

Freya, dressed in a tight silk top with a waist-revealing design and a short skirt,

reached the ground and went out the back door. She took a taxi to the Azure Club,

private room number easily and was shocked upon

with four men on each side. Eight handsome

of them, from

but was stopped by Isabella holding a

do you dare to

stopped. Her red lips slightly raised, and a sense

run, I will call your brother and ask him to check if you’re in your

room.”

next to Isabella, holding a glass of juice.

“Miss,

glanced at him. “I have had a bad

under the fierce glare from Freya.

was so domineering and glamorous. He adored her so much!

dominant-like guy

guy couldn’t maintain his composure and said, “Miss, I don’t despise

blurred and she gritted her teeth. “I am the daughter of the Parker family. I am not some lowly woman. Why do you…”

asked,

her hand. “Who else? It’s

her wine glass, spilling red wine all over

was wet from alcohol, and she felt sticky all over. Freya got up to go to the