The maid looked somewhat like Lu Zhiwei herself, so no major changes were needed. It took Lu Zhiwei about two hours to complete her masterpiece.

The maid turned her head and met Shen Jinmo's gaze.

A face almost identical to Lu Zhiwei's fell into his eyes.

Shen Jinmo was so shocked that he couldn't speak. There really was such an exquisite art of face painting in the world.

That's incredible.

"How long will this makeup last?" Shen Jinmo asked her.

"It's fine if it doesn't get wet for 24 hours."

After finishing her work, Lu Zhiwei lowered her head and packed up her tools. Shen Jinmo glanced at the time; it was already lunchtime.

"Stay for lunch?"

"No, thank you," Lu Zhiwei said directly.

"I want to be friends with you." Shen Jinmo made no attempt to hide his ambition to win over the leader of the Artists' Alliance.

“Our last meeting was very unpleasant, and I don’t think there’s any need for us to cooperate with your company in the future.” Lu Zhiwei picked up her suitcase and ran off, hoping he would stay away from her.

"Come with me tonight," Shen Jinmo said, stopping her before she left the room.

"Why? That kind of place is so dangerous, why would I want to go?"

"You'll be responsible for after-sales service. If her makeup comes off and she's exposed, it's a matter of life and death," Shen Jinmo said forcefully, his handsome face exuding an irresistible air of authority.

In fact, even if Shen Jinmo hadn't invited her, she would have had to go to the scene with Liu Changqing's special police team to provide support.

It's 7 p.m.

The wind at the East Suburb Wharf rippled through the reeds along the beach.

This is an abandoned dock, no longer serving as an important transportation hub in Yunzhou due to changes in water levels.

Special police officers had already positioned themselves in all directions.

Lu Zhiwei, who hadn't removed her disguise, got out of the car with Shen Jinmo.