"What do you think of my eye shadow? I found a tutorial online! It was written by a real make-up artist!" Erica put down the eye shadow disk and jogged over to him, trying to give him a closer Look.

Her eyelids were of a golden hue and had a metallic sheen. Matthew didn't know a thing about it, so he didn't say anything.

Knowing he didn't understand, Erica blinked her eyes and explained,

“I'm wearing firefly eye shadow. Just tell me, what do you think?" She felt beautiful. Not only had she mastered a new skill, but she thought she looked prettier.

Matthew asked in a low voice, "Do you really want my honest opinion?"

"Yes," she said. Of course. Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked.

"It Looks Like you just jumped out of the Eight Trigram Furnace."

“What? What are you talking about

Matthew continued to share his opinion mercilessly, "Remember Journey to the West? Fiery Eyes, Golden Gaze? It reminds me of that. So tell me, can you identify evil now, no matter what form it takes?"

‘What? Does he mean that my eyes look Like the Monkey King's?'

That was so harsh. Covering her chest, Erica held back the urge to flare up. Why did she even bother to ask him?

“If you really want to learn how to apply makeup, I'll ask Paige to find you a professional makeup artist tomorrow. You can learn when you have time," added Matthew.

Erica shook her head in frustration. She had a little interest in makeup, but this man threw cold water on the fires of her enthusiasm.

"What about the Lipstick? Do you like it?" She wasn't going to give up.

The man had to redeem himself somehow.

Matthew grabbed her chin and lifted it to get a better look.

"No comment." Because he wanted to kiss her red Lips so much.

He was afraid he would never be able to kiss her again if he said another word.

She pouted. This wasn't good. ‘No comment is worse than any comment, right?' He was just trying to spare her feelings. She must look awful.

After Matthew went to the study, Erica eschewed a shower. She sat back down at the dresser, found the foundation, and began to apply it in front of the mirror.

Twenty minutes Later

Someone pushed the door open quietly from the outside. Inside the study, Matthew was having a video conference with his subordinates

He stood in front of the window, his back to the door. He listened carefully to what one of his employees was saying. He didn't feel it necessary to turn around. An aide was giving her report, her tones even and devoid of feelings. She was all business.

“Last month, the profits of our branch company were up six percent. It's very Likely it will..

Matthew froze for a moment. He felt someone approaching him from behind. His hand hovered over his phone, held in place.