SWNOVELS Chapter Rebirth To 270
Chapter 270 It Doesn't Matter
Edmond stood in stunned silence as he took in the room around him, bathed in the vibrant, pulsating neon lights of red and green, reminiscent of a lively nightclub.
"Mr. Dean, did you bring me here just to join your party?" he asked, his confusion palpable as he surveyed the extravagant scene.
Finley's gaze was as icy as a winter's night, sharp and unyielding. "You wish. Sit over there and wait for Sam to work her magic on you." Makeup? For him?
Edmond blinked rapidly, feeling as though he had misheard. Shaking his head, he looked at Finley and protested, "Mr. Dean, I think I'll pass on the makeup. I'm a man, after all. Sure, some men wear makeup, but I'm not like those guys. I don't particularly care for it. Besides, I don't think I'm unattractive enough to need makeup to enhance my looks."
Where did Edmond get the audacity to think himself anything less than ordinary? Even if he wasn't outright unattractive, 'handsome' was hardly a fitting description. Finley, showing no patience for protests, firmly guided him to a nearby stool. "Don't move. Let Sam handle the makeup."
Edmond was reluctant and resistant, but unable to escape Finley's determined grip, he resigned himself to the task, sulking as Samantha set about applying the makeup.
In no time, the transformation was complete.
Samantha, her hand tired from the meticulous effort, finally set down her makeup brush and gestured to the outfit Finley had prepared. She tossed it to Edmond. "Change into this, and then help me film a video."
Edmond looked at the garish red jacket in disbelief, after which he trudged to the restroom to change.
When he emerged, now dressed in the flashy attire, he hurried to Samantha, his voice trembling with incredulity. "Mrs. Dean, the makeup you applied makes me look like a completely different person. The reflection in the mirror-it's almost like I'm seeing that disgraced movie star, Sylvan."
Samantha's voice was serene and composed. "Be confident. Drop the 'almost.' styled you to look exactly like Sylvan, and this outfit? It's one he wore as well. Watch this video carefully and mimic the man in it. I expect no mistakes.
And as for your expression-make it as sleazy and revolting as possible. The more despicable, the better. If you pull this off, Finley will give you a raise." A raise?
At the mention of a raise, Edmond's
concerns about his resemblance to
Sylvan dissipated. He focused intently on the video Samantha handed him. In it, a man lounged provocatively, legs crossed, drinking and smoking while inviting four women to partake in suggestive games.
Hold on a second...
"Is the man in this video Sylvan?" Edmond asked, his surprise evident.
Samantha shook her head. "No, it's his twin brother. Though they look strikingly similar, a closer look reveals the difference, much like the difference between your current look and his." Edmond was left speechless.
"Mrs. Dean, how can you compare me to that scoundrel? And how do you know the man in the video isn't Sylvan but his twin brother? I don't recall Sylvan ever mentioning he had a brother. How could you possibly know?" Samantha paused, then replied calmly, "That's not important. What truly matters is..."