31 Are You Emily?

Emily had no reason to refuse.

Makeup for thirty or forty car models: twenty thousand a day. Makeup for Jackson alone: one hundred thousand a day.

And, doing makeup for men was easier than for women.

"Are you coming or not?" Jackson impatiently urged her.

Emily gritted her teeth. "I'm coming!"

"Heh heh," Jackson chuckled. "Alright, send me your address, and I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Emily hesitated for a moment and then quickly refused. "It's not necessary, really. Just tell me the location, and I can take the bus. I don't want to trouble you."

"That place is only accessible to VIP clients," Jackson bluntly informed her. "Do you want me to wait for you at the entrance?"

Emily paused, ultimately agreeing.

"I'm staying at the Hilton Hotel."

"I'll add you as a WhatsApp friend, and you can send me your address."

There was no choice. Emily complied with his request and provided her WhatsApp.

After hanging up, his friend request quickly popped up.