Chapter Sixty-Two: A Dangerous Lure

Chapter Sixty-Two: A Dangerous Lure

Despite hearing her explanation, most of Aaron King's anger dissipated, but his devilish nature wouldn't allow him to forgive her so easily. He snorted discontentedly, "So the music club is important, but the things I need you for aren't?" Although she claimed it was for the music club, Aaron King suspected it had more to do with Julian Reed. His expression twisted in annoyance, resembling that of a jealous child.

"You know I didn't mean it that way." Lydia Moore, now flustered, didn't know how else to explain herself. "No matter what, I promise I'll answer your calls as quickly as possible, arrive at the appointed place on time, and be available whenever you need me. Is that okay? If that's still not enough, then... how about you knock me three times?" Mustering her courage, Lydia leaned forward and playfully tugged on his arm.

"Get off me, you big idiot! Who wants to hit you?" Aaron King struggled to free himself from her "clutches," but her antics had him both frustrated and amused. The anger on his face was gradually replaced by a smile, the blue earring on his right ear reflecting a bright, vibrant light.

Seeing him finally smile, Lydia Moore couldn't help but laugh in delight. Although he looked quite manly when he was angry, she much preferred his smile. When he smiled, dimples appeared on his cheeks, and his eyes brightened, as if they were filled with countless twinkling stars, drawing everyone in with their brilliance. Perhaps it was this very smile that made her want to bring him happiness, to see his genuine, heartfelt smile.

After a moment, Aaron King spoke again, "You should know about the audition for the lead female role in the Delar commercial next month. What are your plans?" "Plans?" Lydia Moore tilted her head, thinking for a moment, then shook her head. "Didn't James Taylor say to just show our most natural side?" Based on her understanding of the "Breeze" campaign, it didn't seem to require too much embellishment.

"You idiot!" Aaron King flicked her forehead, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Do you think shooting a commercial is as simple as taking promotional photos? This commercial is important to Delar, so not only will James Taylor be present, but many of Delar's top executives will also be there. If they see you looking as plain and unpolished as you do now, they'll walk out on the spot. Delar has also invited actresses from other countries to audition. For you, there won't be a second chance if you fail. You should seriously consider preparing in advance." He didn't want to waste too much time talking to someone who didn't understand.

His words made it sound crucial, but Lydia was still puzzled. "So, how should I prepare?" she asked earnestly, seeking his advice.

"From now on, whenever I'm working, a professional stylist will be giving you lessons. She'll help you improve your image from the inside out, so if you don't want to be 'out' in half a month, you'd better take it seriously." Aaron King's tone was as arrogant as ever.

Did he just say he hired a stylist to give her lessons? Was he joking? Lydia Moore's eyes widened in surprise, and the dressing room fell silent once more.

But as it turned out, Aaron King wasn't joking. The next day, during the shoot, a sophisticated woman in her thirties accompanied him. She was none other than Agnes, a renowned beauty expert in the country. Born in England, Agnes was the epitome of what many women aspired to be—wealthy, beautiful, intelligent, and successful. She was known for her miraculous ability to transform women, earning her the nickname "Miracle Maker."

When Agnes first met Lydia Moore, she immediately took an interest in her. Lydia's appearance was so ordinary that Agnes couldn't resist the challenge. She believed that Lydia was an unpolished gem, and with the right care, she could shine brilliantly.

Lydia, in turn, was filled with admiration and respect for Agnes. She had always dreamed of becoming a woman as beautiful and wise as Agnes and had been working hard towards that goal. But she never imagined she would have the opportunity to receive Agnes's help. All of this was thanks to one person—Aaron King. Meeting him had been a strange twist of fate and an incredible stroke of luck.

At that moment, Lydia Moore's transformation began. From that day on, whenever Aaron King was filming, she would be in the lounge, diligently studying various professional courses.

To sculpt her figure, she had to learn stretching exercises, runway walking, dancing, and even yoga, with dance styles ranging from classical to cha-cha, Latin to waltz. To improve her appearance, she had to study skincare, makeup, clothing coordination, and color matching, with lessons covering everything from light makeup to colorful looks, evening makeup to stage makeup. To enrich her inner self and poise, she had to study wine tasting, tea appreciation, both Eastern and Western music, literature, court etiquette, and delve into famous works from ancient China to modern Western literature.

Although her daily studies were exhausting, often requiring her to stay up until two or three in the morning, sometimes feeling utterly drained, Lydia's dedication, sincerity, and enthusiasm never wavered. She believed that as long as there was even a one percent chance of success, she should give one hundred percent effort. The process of transforming from an ugly duckling into a swan, no matter how challenging, was nothing compared to the unwavering belief in her heart and the eternal glow of that moment of transformation.

Compared to Lydia's hard work, Aaron King seemed to have a much easier time. During filming, he would often wander near the lounge, as if casually checking whether Lydia was taking her lessons seriously. Occasionally, when he found her on a break, he would indulge his mischievous streak, finding ways to tease her until she was thoroughly exasperated, at which point he would finally be satisfied.

Sometimes, he even took pleasure in slightly undermining Lydia's confidence. For instance, when she first appeared before him in an evening gown, complete with glamorous makeup, Aaron King first gazed at her with what seemed like admiration, saying, "You look like Snow White." But then he teasingly added, "Or maybe her stepmother," before bursting into uncontrollable laughter, leaving Lydia so furious she almost hurled her high heels at him.