My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Ex-wife Living Lavishly

After finishing recording the video, Freya taught her followers how to remove makeup effortlessly.

These skills were actually necessary for her since she worked as a mortician.

Normally, makeup was all that was needed for the deceased, but in some special cases, the body could be mutilated.

In these situations, these skills would come in handy to restore the body.

Sometimes, the makeup skills of a mortician were even better than those of a professional makeup artist.

After finishing everything. Freya uploaded the video to her account.

Recently, she registered several short video accounts, where she shared makeup tutorials and occasional health knowledge.

Freya’s idea was simple. She wanted to give a good name to the lonely profession of a mortician, and the first thing to do was to expand her influence.

After uploading the video, she sat on the couch and fiddled with her phone.

Although it had only been a little over ten days, because the videos she had posted earlier had extreme before-and-after makeup comparisons, they blew up. The platform had been promoting her as well, so she had already gained tens of thousands of followers.

This speed of follower growth attracted the attention of many MCN companies who then contacted her privately.

Freya read through the comments on her previous videos and answered any questions she was interested in.

After finishing, she slid her finger and scrolled to the next video.

A video of a woman putting on makeup and transforming appeared, and when Freya saw the woman’s face, her expression immediately darkened.

“Why is this b*tch everywhere?”

On the screen, Danna was wearing a fairy-like high-end dress, with a full face of makeup and special effects, imitating Cinderella while holding a small white rabbit, and swaying around.

At first glance, the soft and delicate special effects made it almost impossible to see her face clearly.

Freya felt disgusted as she watched the video. She opened the comment section to take a look. Most of the comments were praising Danna.

Danna, I’ll always support you!”

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Occasionally, some rational fans said that Danna was already very beautiful and didn’t need excessive airbrushing, but these comments were met with hundreds of replies scolding them.

She scrolled the video away casually. The b*tch’s face disappeared, and her mood finally eased a bit.

In the afternoon, Freya sat on the couch, holding a book that she had bought at an auction years ago. It was a traditional medicine book from ancient time called “The Compendium of Medical Wisdom”.

When she bought this book, it was sold as an antique at the auction, but she saw its medical value.

That era was the most prosperous period of traditional medicine development, and even the founder of the era had some medical knowledge.

Although modern medicine was also very refined, many exquisite ancient formulas had been lost to history.

Freya turned a page and looked at the prescription.

It was a pity that she lost her memory before she had a chance to read it.

Freya propped up her chin. When she was engrossed in reading, her phone rang.

She picked it up and saw that it was Isabella calling.

“Freya, come to Azure Club tonight to work.”

Ereya lazily replied, “Braxton won’t let me go out at night. If you want to make plans with me now, we have to make it in the morning.”

“In the morning? Does anyone go to Azure Club for breakfast?” Isabella’s voice rose. “Why is Braxton so controlling? Don’t mind him. I’ll come pick you up tonight.”

Freya had been at home for so many days and had rested enough.

She thought for a moment. Life is so bland if it continues like this. She needed some nightlife.

“Okay, but don’t come to pick me up. I’ll just sneak out to meet you”

At eight-thirty in the evening. Freya had dinner with her mother and brother at home. She was as obedient as usual. Then she went to bed in the second-floor bedroom.

After all, she had been well-behaved for half a month. Sylvia and Braxton didn’t notice anything wrong.

At 9 p.m., Freya, dressed in a tight silk top with a waist-revealing design and a short skirt, threw a rope ladder from the second floor and climbed down smoothly.

She successfully reached the ground and went out the back door. She took a taxi to the Azure Club, afraid of alarming her family.

Once inside the Azure Club, Freya found the private room number easily and was shocked upon entering.

Isabella was sitting in the middle of the sofa, with four men on each side. Eight handsome men looked at her as soon as she entered the room.

There were all kinds of them, from younger men to older men.

Freya turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Isabella holding a microphone.

“Hey, do you dare to run away?”

Freya stopped. Her red lips slightly raised, and a sense of oppression flowed out. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Isabella laughed like a bully. “If you run, I will call your brother and ask him to check if you’re in your

room.”

Half an hour later, Freya sat next to Isabella, holding a glass of juice. Her mouth slightly twitched.

A young man came over. “Miss, do you want a drink?”

Freya glanced at him. “I have had a bad stomach recently, so I don’t drink.”

The young man blushed under the fierce glare from Freya.

The lady was so domineering and glamorous. He adored her so much!

Isabella seemed to have been triggered, pulling the collar of a dominant-like guy and appearing to be drunk. “Tell me. Why do you despise me?”

The dominant-like guy couldn’t maintain his composure and said, “Miss, I don’t despise you.”

Isabella’s eyes were blurred and she gritted her teeth. “I am the daughter of the Parker family. I am not some lowly woman. Why do you…”

Freya listened to some clues and tentatively asked, “Isabella, who are you talking about?”

Isabella waved her hand. “Who else? It’s that-

She swung her wine glass, spilling red wine all over Freya’s top.

Freya’s velvet top was wet from alcohol, and she felt sticky all over. Freya got up to go to the bathroom to clean up.

The faucet in the private room bathroom was broken, so Freya went to a public bathroom in the hallway.

She had just walked to the bathroom door when she saw the young man following her.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help you,” said the young man with a sincere expression, and his face was blushing slightly.

Freya didn’t think he had any malicious intentions. She looked him up and down.

“Can you lend me your jacket?”

The young man blushed and nodded his head vigorously. “Sure, as long as you don’t mind…”

Freya took the young man’s jacket and went into the bathroom. She was wearing a camisole underneath. and luckily it wasn’t too wet. She threw the velvet top in the trash can and put on the young man’s jacket.

When she came out, the young man approached her with small steps. “Miss, you look so pretty in this jacket.”

Freya smiled. Although she didn’t come to the club often, she had seen some escorts with her girlfriends before but never saw one as innocent as this young guy.

With a playful thought in her mind, Freya patted the young man’s shoulder. “How can you be in this

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business when you’re so pure?”

Before the young man could reply, a cold and stern voice rang out.

“Freya!”

Freya’s hand was still on the shoulder of the young man when she turned her head and saw Radley walking towards them from not far away.

Gosh, I am really unlucky!

Why do I keep running into this sc*mbag wherever I go?

Radley came to talk about business. He had originally planned to come out to take a break. But as soon as he came out, he saw a woman with a hot figure pulling a male escort out of the restroom not far away.

The woman was even wearing a man’s jacket.

This kind of thing was common in the club. What else could guests do when they brought male or female escorts to the restroom?

When the woman’s voice came through saying, “How can you be in this business when you’re so pure?”, Radley’s mind was struck by lightning.

It’s Freya?

Radley suppressed his anger. A hint of sarcasm appeared on his cold and stern face.

“What are you doing here?”