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.

casually. The b*tch’s face disappeared, and

Freya sat on the couch, holding a book that she had bought at an auction

antique at the auction, but she saw its

era was the most prosperous period of traditional medicine development, and even

refined, many exquisite ancient formulas had been lost to history.

and looked at the

was a pity that she lost her memory before

propped up her chin. When she was

picked it up and saw that it was Isabella

to Azure Club tonight to work.”

want to make plans with me now, we have to make it

“Why is Braxton so controlling? Don’t mind him. I’ll come

had been at home for so many days and had rested enough.

thought for a moment. Life is so bland if it continues like this. She needed some

me up. I’ll just

evening. Freya had dinner with her mother and brother at home. She was as

all, she had been well-behaved for half a month. Sylvia and Braxton didn’t

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

out the back door. She took a

the Azure Club, Freya found the private room number easily and was shocked

sofa, with four men on each side. Eight handsome men looked at her as

them, from younger

wanted to leave, but was stopped

do you dare

slightly raised, and a

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

room.”

Isabella, holding a glass

came over. “Miss, do you

him. “I have had a bad stomach recently, so I

under the fierce glare from Freya.

was so domineering and glamorous.

dominant-like guy and appearing

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

blurred and she gritted her teeth. “I am the daughter of the Parker family. I am not some lowly woman.

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

waved her hand. “Who else?

wine glass, spilling red wine all over

felt sticky all over. Freya got up to go to the