Madelin Tough Women
46. Curiosity That Tickles

"You know me?" Mark the man looked quite surprised. "Ah but come to think of it, it might not be too surprising after all, someone who plunges into business blatantly with an open identity will be very easily recognized," mutilate.

Mrs Kim was silent. He had never met this Mark before. But somehow she felt quite familiar with him, even if it was only vague.

"Maybe" said Mrs Kim slowly.

Mark laughs. Actually, he already knew the figure he was talking to. But instead of acting as if he already knew her, Mark chose to pretend he didn't know. After all how could he not know, from the figure of the woman he was talking to? She was clearly the wife of her enemy.

Mark doesn't hate Mrs Kim, but that doesn't mean he just likes her. A person with a relationship with Mr. Luke is almost considered his own enemy.

But Mark obviously does not want to mix the mix between his feelings. Obviously it's a personal vendetta, he shouldn't be hostile to those around Mr. Luke recklessly. For him Mrs Kim alone gave her personal gain, if she could extract some useful information from the woman.

***

"Our conversation feels good maybe next time, we can talk to each other more closely as friends" Mrs Kim said.

"Of course." Mark offered his card. "Please save this, there happens to be a number you can call here. It's good to talk to you. Apparently you're a good friend to talk to, but it also seems like your knowledge of business is really very good, I admit it," praised Mr. Luke.

"Is that so? Ah .. I feel a little amused. I'm lucky I met you. Thank you for today." Mrs Kim then said goodbye to Mark, then walked towards the exit, her figure looking further away in Mark's eyes.

He's just interesting, he's in touch with the person I hate the most in the world, Mark thought.

Mark snorted in annoyance as Mark watched from a distance, the figure who picked up Mrs Kim. The man he hated, looked very happy when he pretended to be sweet in front of his wife.

"Why that bastard was always there and playing around me. I feel like I hate him more." How lucky Mark to find the figure of Master Luke in front of his own eyes.

"It's only natural that I almost blew you. You're just a human being ruining someone else's relationship. O cheaters and snatch people's wives." Master Luke looked down on Mark.

At first glance reappears the memory, when he met the figure of the man he considers the bastard. If Mark could not hold himself back, then he intended to chase after the man and kill him before his own wife's eyes.

But obviously something like that, would never happen. Mark was still trying to control himself, and did not intend to do such unworthy things. Where such a deed would only make him lose his pride.

***

"Can you like this dress?" Flora shows a lolita-style dress.

The young girl walked over to Flora. He stared at the dress for a long time. "Do I have to wear it?" ask the girl in a soft voice.

The girl named Misa shook her head. "No." She approached Flora then extended her hand, asking for the dress to be handed to her. "I'll wear it well." Misa smiled, the smile that was exhibited by looking very sweet. But if observed more clearly, the smile actually implies a fear that is so very terrible.

"of course. Quickly put on that dress, I can't wait to see you wear it. It'll look a lot like you." Flora gave the dress to Misa.

Misa simply nodded, it was already usual for her to accept a request or rather an order like this from Flora.

***

"I've guessed, you must look really pretty in this dress. You really remind me of someone" Flora said as she tidied up her Mass gown. Flora took a yellow ribbon, and she put it in the hair of the Mass.

"Beautiful girl" praised Misa for finding the ribbon in her hair.

Flora smiled with satisfaction, she rubbed the ribbon gently attached, in the hair of the Mass. Long hair as the waist of Mass, at first glance made him think back to his old friend. His old friend used to wear a ribbon like the one used by Misa.

Flora's outstretched hand grabbed Misa's hair. He smelled the scent of rose shampoo coming out of the young girl's hair. The aroma also gives off the exact same aroma as owned by his old friend.

Jamie Choi. Especially when her beautiful face was filled with blood. In Flora's eyes, her best friend actually looked even more beautiful. Every time, given the beautiful face that was decorated with that blood red color, making Flora always want to smile, there was a sense of pleasure that appeared to creep in her heart. Even then, it was definitely not a fun thing for Jamie.

"Jamie Choi .. I miss you," muttered Flora involuntarily.

***

Flashbacks

Jamie Choi is the most beautiful girl Flora has ever met. Many times, Flora felt amazed by the beauty that the girl had. A beauty that makes all eyes, feel at home to keep looking at it for a long time.

Many people were amazed by the beauty that the girl had. Her beautiful vibe always managed to captivate many people. Nothing less than that girl. But obviously, there is one fact that cannot be ignored. Jamie Choi who is often seen as a goddess apparently, is just a poor orphan girl who only lives alone with her little sister.

The fact that Jamie Choi, is not a girl from a distinguished family at least has never been questioned by those around her. Because for the people around the girl, it would be a pity if a girl as beautiful as Jamie gets bad treatment. Jamie in the eyes of the surrounding people, not just being a goddess, but she is also a living painting that can be enjoyed for free.

It is interesting in fact that actually people just want to enjoy the beauty for free. If only the beauty was not there, many people instead of putting a sense of admiration actually put a sense of openness.

That beauty is just a shield made to protect yourself for an Jamie. If he did not have that, he had long since been oppressed and received harsh treatment.