Soon, the two of them walked into the inner room.
Even though their figures were no longer visible, the surrounding gasps of surprise and whispers of discussion could still be heard.
"Was that Miss Thompson just now? Young Miss of the Thompson Clan?"
"Yes, that's Miss Thompson!"
"Good heavens, Miss Thompson is so beautiful! Her face without makeup is just so pretty, it's as if a fairy descended to Earth!"
"She's N times prettier than Sylvia Thompson!"
"After all, one is a real heiress, and the other is just a fake heiress who has usurped what's not rightfully hers."
"Boo hoo hoo, I am so full of envy! If I could be this pretty, I am willing to live twenty years less."
"Living twenty years less? I would be willing to only live till the age of thirty!"
"..."
Hearing all these words, Seaton slightly knit her brows.
Originally, she was the one being discussed in this beauty salon, but now it's different! The moment Viola Thompson arrived, she became the background prop!