Chapter Ninety-Four

“Are you done?” Eric is sitting on the makeup chair while his highly paid makeup artist diligently works asks Rachel, who just arrived.

Rachel didn't reply, and she sat on the sofa with a satisfied grin on her face.

"Judging by the expression on your face—I'm guessing you were successful? Well, it looks like the rumors about that guy were true, huh?" Julia chimed in, sharing a sly smirk with Eric. She, too, occupied a makeup chair, undergoing her own transformation at the hands of a skilled artist. "Declan has a soft spot for the ladies."

“Haha! It is done. The idiot and ugly guy is frantically running back and forth in the comfort room!” Rachel exclaimed with a wicked grin. “Haha! Ugh! Disgusting!”

"Marcus made him coffee, so I made sure that I put the sedative on something that he has to drink. That way, the Director will suspect Marcus, and it will be all according to plan,"

Rachel continued, her voice dripping with cunning satisfaction.

"Good. Now, everything will go as planned.