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,

book that she had bought at an auction years

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

most prosperous period of traditional medicine development, and even the founder of the era had some medical knowledge.

exquisite ancient formulas had been

turned a page and looked

she lost her memory before she had a chance to

she was engrossed in reading, her phone rang.

saw that

Azure Club tonight to work.”

want to make plans

breakfast?” Isabella’s voice rose. “Why is Braxton so controlling? Don’t

for so many days and had rested

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

to pick me up. I’ll

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

had been well-behaved for half a month. Sylvia and Braxton didn’t notice anything

a short skirt,

out the back door. She took a taxi to the Azure Club, afraid of

private room number easily and was

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

them, from younger men to older men.

turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Isabella holding a microphone.

dare to

red lips slightly raised, and a sense of oppression flowed out. “Why wouldn’t

will call your

room.”

an hour later, Freya sat next to Isabella, holding a glass of juice. Her mouth slightly twitched.

came over. “Miss, do you want a drink?”

a bad

man blushed under the fierce glare from

glamorous. He adored her

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

maintain his composure and said, “Miss,

“I am the daughter of the Parker family. I am not some lowly

some clues and tentatively asked, “Isabella, who are you

hand. “Who

her wine glass, spilling red wine all over Freya’s

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