In no time, Wendy’s makeup artist and stylist team, consisting of several professionals, swarmed into


    the room:


    Three people were dedicated to making Wendy up and styling her, causing envy and jealousy to flicker


    in the eyes of onlookers.


    “Having a CEO for a dad must be nice. I wish I could get such treatment.”


    “Yeah, keep dreaming. She’s got a powerful dad. What do you have?”


    Jean witnessed this scene and immediately sidled up to Wendy, saying, “Wendy, you’re so incredible.


    You summoned these professional makeup artists with just a phone call. Could you maybe let your


    makeup artist…. do my makeup too?”


    Hope shone in Jean’s eyes. She had been buttering up Wendy for a while, hoping for some perks, but


    Wendy merely nced at her and said, “You?”


    Jean quickly nodded, saying, “You see the makeup artists thepany sent over? Their skills are


    subpar. We’re good friends, right? Could you let them help me out?”


    Jean thought Wendy wouldn’t refuse, but she heard Wendy scoff and say, “We’repetitors, after all.


    Do you think I’d let you outshine


    me?”


    Jean was taken aback.


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    Those nearby snickered at Jean’s expense.


    “Look at that, all that bootlicking for nothing.”


    “Right! You better worry about what you’re going to do. Everyone heard you say ourpany’s


    makeup artists aren’t skilled, Jean.”


    “If they’re so bad, then Jean, you better figure something out on your own.”


    Jean’s face turned sour. When she looked at the two makeup artists, they couldn’t be bothered to give


    her another nce..


    Eventually, Jean’s makeup was the worst among all the trainees.


    Jean saw her reflection, and her face darkened. “What is this? This is too much!”


    The makeup artist nced at Jean coldly, saying, “Our skills arecking. Sorry about that.”


    Skye pushed open the door to the makeup room, telling everyone inside, It’s about time. Come on out.”


    Sophie stood up, and the makeup artists were surprised when they saw her makeup. She had done her


    makeup by herself, and it surpassed their expectations. It looked like it was done by a professional.


    The photographer took photos of everyone in a rather perfunctory manner, moving on to the next


    person before the previous one could. see their shots.


    When it was Wendy’s turn, she stepped forward, standing with pride. The photographer frowned upon


    looking through the lens and said, “Could you turn to the side, please?”


    Wendy, displeased, did turn slightly.


    After taking the shot, the photographer waved Wendy off casually.


    When it was Sophie’s turn, the photographer’s demeanor changed. He smiled as he said, “Ms. Sophie,


    feel free to try different poses. Let’s take a few more shots.


    Sophie didn’t speak but cooperated with the photographer.


    Afterwards, everyone headed to the cafeteria. Looking at the te of food in front of her, Wendy


    couldn’t take a bite, mming the table in frustration, “What was that photographer thinking? Does he


    think I’m fat and can only be shot from the side?”