Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife-Chapter 101 - 100: Malicious Intentions

Bella Acker’s eye was poked lightly, fortunately, it was at the corner of the eye, not injuring the eye itself, though it still hurt a bit.

The makeup artist was startled, "Bella, did it poke your eye?"

Bella Acker shook her head and looked through the big mirror at Farah Garner standing behind her.

Farah Garner smiled smugly, "Oh, I’m sorry, my foot slipped just now, and I accidentally bumped into you. Are you alright?" She spoke to the makeup artist, and although she was apologizing, there was no sincerity in her voice.

The makeup artist frowned almost invisibly, "Do you know how dangerous that was just now? You nearly poked Bella’s eye. Be more careful when walking next time."

"Yes, I will definitely be careful next time." Farah Garner deliberately dragged out the words "careful," making her provocation clear to everyone.

The makeup artist was not pleased, thinking whether this newcomer actress was kicked in the brain by a donkey, stirring up trouble on the first day in the cast.

Farah Garner made Bella Acker suffer a bit, feeling quite content, and went to the spot with her name on it.

The makeup artist worriedly checked Bella Acker’s eye, "Bella, it really didn’t poke your eye? It seems a bit red here."

"Sis, it’s fine." Bella Acker smiled reassuringly.

The makeup artist breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that among newcomers, Bella Acker was much more pleasant than that Farah Garner.

With this thought, her eyes warmed, "Then I’ll continue to do your makeup."

Bella Acker nodded, sitting upright cooperatively.

Farah Garner sat down for quite a while without anyone coming to do her makeup, and she couldn’t help but show displeasure, asking, "Where are the other makeup artists? Why aren’t they coming to do my makeup yet?"

By now, there were already seven or eight actors in the makeup room, all waiting for makeup, yet none behaved like Farah Garner.

The makeup artist stopped her work on Bella Acker, saying, "There’s only me as a makeup artist in this room, I can’t keep up with everyone at once. You should all start with your own base makeup, and I’ll come to each of you for touch-ups and adjustments later."

"What? So many people need makeup, and there’s only one makeup artist?" Farah Garner stood up immediately, "Is our production so poor that we can’t hire a few more makeup artists?"

This newcomer actress surely had a problem.

The makeup artist sneered, "Everyone else is waiting, except for you; if you can’t wait, go ahead and complain to the director."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the makeup room turned awkward.

Of course, Farah Garner didn’t dare to cause a scene with the director, stuck there with an incredibly ugly expression.

Bella Acker lowered her gaze, hiding a fleeting cold smile, and when she looked up again, she appeared innocent and harmless.

She seemed to understand what Ms. Cheney taught her earlier; sometimes disciplining doesn’t require direct confrontation.

The makeup artist had already mocked Farah Garner and paid her no more mind, turning back to continue Bella Acker’s makeup.

With the comparison came the differential treatment; the makeup artist’s work on Bella Acker became noticeably more meticulous.

After finishing the makeup, the makeup artist even helped put on the hairpiece.

Bella Acker looked at herself in the mirror, surprised, "It’s beautiful! Sis, do your hands have magic? I’ve never looked this good before." Saying this, she gushed, admiring herself from various angles.

Who doesn’t like compliments, especially when they seem truly sincere?

The makeup artist laughed, "That’s because our Bella was already pretty to begin with. Kindness reflects beauty."