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Chapter: 817
At the Golden Phoenix Performing Art Awards ceremony, Bettie’s afternoon was quite
hectic.
Amidst the award presentations, various acts took the stage. In the public dressing room,
Bettie was applying makeup to the backup dancers.
An assistant hurriedly approached, saying, “Bettie.”
“What?” Bettie replied, but her gaze remained fixed on the backup dancer’s face. Swiftly,
she got to work with a brush in her hand.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Bradley’s makeup specialist fell sick and had to be hospitalized. He needs you there right
now. He has a rehearsal coming up, and there’s little time left.”
Bettie promptly packed up her makeup set, instructing, “You handle things here.”
“Okay. Bradley is in the No. 3 dressing room.”
“Got it.”
After organizing her makeup kit, Bettie headed to dressing room No. 3.
The amenities in the room surpassed those in the shared makeup room. It was reserved
for two performers, one of whom was Bradley, as the assistant had mentioned, and the
other was a renowned celebrity.
The door of the dressing room was open. Bettie knocked Lightly on it before entering. She
approached Bradley, who was sitting before a mirror.
An assistant offered her a steaming cup of coffee, saying, “We’re so grateful. Our makeup
artist was suddenly taken ill with stomach pains and had to be rushed to the hospital.”
“I appreciate it. Just set the coffee down for now. When’s his rehearsal?” Bettie then set
the makeup box on the dressing table right in front of the mirror.
“In about an hour. Oh, and here are the autographs you requested,”
Bradley said, gesturing to some signed postcards. “Make sure to take them.”
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“Will do, thank you.” Bettie opened the makeup box and took out some brushes. “I’m
indebted to you for the other day. Lucky I headed to your room; it saved me from
embarrassment.”
“It was nothing,” Bradley replied with a smile.
“Did you do your skin care already?”
“Yes.”
Evaluating Bradley’s skin tone and texture, Bettie selected a foundation from her makeup
kit and gently brushed it onto his face.
“Your skin is flawless. I don’t think you need too much makeup.”
This was the first time that Bettie had cooperated with Bradley.