Chapter 29【VIP】
Time quickly came to the end of the month, three days before the banquet.
In order to catch the prince's attention at the banquet and quickly promote her product, Opesa closed the door for two days and made final modifications to the new product in the workshop with Sinderel.
She couldn't just rely on Whispers and those two little props to make a living. People's novelty about an item wore off quickly, and she had to launch something new before the new product effect wore off.
This was an opportunity that could be extended to all of Furland, and she had to do it absolutely perfectly.
This time, Opesha chose cheongsam.
Her drawing skills were still despised by Sinderel. After rolling his eyes countless times, he once again perfectly reproduced the design drawn by Opesa.
But there are always bottlenecks in creation, and even Sinderel is no exception.
When the first cheongsam appeared on the model, Opesha felt something was off. She'd imagined the sexy styles she often sees on Taobao, and the one she saw was a true replica, but she wasn't satisfied.
After looking at the wooden model for a long time, Opesa stroked her chin and asked gravely, "Do you feel...that we haven't innovated?"
Sinderel held the blueprint in his hand, compared it back and forth, and said, "It doesn't break away from the Whispering framework."
"Yes! That's exactly what I mean!" Opesha nodded. "Whisper has already reached its peak. If we continue with this style, it won't have enough impact." Although she had found the problem, she still had no idea. "But what can we change it to?"
Sinderel lowered his head, setting down the manuscript. The cross on his ear flickered. He took the sample garment from the model. "Follow me."
Opesa blinked, didn't ask any more questions, and followed Sinderel honestly.
Even if you ask Xindrell, he won't tell you. She already knows him well.
But as she walked, she began to regret it.
The road became more and more familiar, yet something seemed wrong. She struggled to take a few steps towards the figure in front of her, but she could no longer lift her feet.
Isn't this the way to the flower kiln? Why did Xindrell bring her here?
Opesa bit her lip in panic and asked tremblingly, "Um, Sinderel? What are we doing in the flower kiln?"
Sinderel didn't even turn his head: "Find someone who understands and does something familiar."
The fear that had finally faded was rekindled. Could it be that Cinderella felt she didn't understand women well enough, so she came to the flower kiln specifically to order two for her to taste?
No! She can accept being hugged by beautiful sisters, but she absolutely cannot let Sinderel take her there!
She immediately gave up and stopped moving forward, her eyes full of resistance: "No, no, no, forget it, let's think about it and maybe we'll get some ideas."
Sinderel finally turned around, frowning and looking confused.
He walked towards Opesha, grabbed her sleeve, and walked forward, completely ignoring Opesha who was almost twisted into a mask of pain.
Even when she sat in the flower kiln, that gorgeous and luxurious private room, Opesa was still trembling.
She was shaking like a sieve, and tremblingly glanced at Sinderel, who was sitting lazily beside her, not paying any attention. "Sinderel... I have something very serious to say."
Sinderel raised his eyes.
Opesa took a deep breath and was about to express her steel-like orientation in a powerful and moving manner when the door covered with golden bells was slowly pushed open.
The door jingled, and the footsteps of the person coming were accompanied by the crisp sound of the bell.
Then, a graceful figure appeared outside the curtain, and the voice was soft and sweet, like sticky honey: "Hey, rare guest~"
The thin curtain was slowly lifted by a slender hand painted with red nail, and Ella walked in swayingly.
Although she had never seen Ella before, Opesa recognized her at a glance.
It was obvious that she was not from Furland. Her honey-colored skin stood out among the white skin. She was wearing an exotic long dress and her body was covered with golden and luxurious ornaments. Every step she took made a crisp sound, making it impossible not to notice her.
Once you lock eyes with her, you can't look away—she's truly beautiful, full of charm, bold and bright, with an aggressive beauty that always captures your attention. Every part of her, even down to her hair and nails, is meticulously maintained, without a single flaw, absolutely perfect.
Even someone like Opesa, who saw beauties all the time, was a little stunned - after all, her own face and that of Sinderel were both top beauties, but she was still shocked when facing Ella.
Ella is a woman who takes great care of herself.
Only such a woman can control countless men and become the red rose that they can never reach.
"Ms. Sinderel, what brings you here today?" Ella shuffled to Sinderel's side, her eyes glancing at Opessa. "Oh? You brought a..." She narrowed her eyes and smiled meaningfully, "...a top beauty."
Opesa swallowed. Although this body was no less powerful than Ella's, she still felt guilty because of her lack of aura.
She calmed herself down and stood up politely: "Hello, my name is Opesha, and I'm Sindriel's stepmother."
"Hmm?" Ella raised her eyebrows and looked at Opesha in surprise, "Are you Sindriel's stepmother?"
"Yes."
Ella looked her up and down several times, repeatedly, with a direct and unconcealed gaze, which made Opesa very uncomfortable.
She was about to say something when Ella suddenly laughed out loud. "Haha... You actually brought your most hated stepmother to the flower kiln, Xindrel. You're really unexpected." She smiled, licking her lower lip with her rosy tongue, and a sharp light flashed in her brown eyes. "Why, do you want me to recruit her as my subordinate?"
She ignored Opesha's ugly face and stared straight at Opesha's proud figure, smile and body. She would definitely become a new favorite. Maybe
Swish——
A flash of cold light passed by, and as a few strands of hair fell, Ella's teasing stopped abruptly.
Ella's smile gradually froze, and turned into a smile, with dangerous warnings in her beautiful eyes: "Cinderel, I seem to have told you,
Her movements were as swift as a hurricane, tearing off the golden chain from her neck at a speed too fast to be seen by the naked eye.
It was wrapped around, pinched, and finally became an exquisite brass knuckle, forcing it towards Sinderel.
"Even worse, 'Touch my hair.'"
Seeing that the situation was becoming tense and ready to explode, Opesha quickly stood up and acted as a peacemaker: "No, no, no, no... Sinderel, calm down, I haven't said anything yet. Miss Ella, please forgive Sinderel's rudeness. She has always been eccentric."
Sinderel showed no intention of retracting the dagger, while Ella glanced at Opessa, snorted coldly, and withdrew her stance.
"Okay, let's not be angry anymore, Sinderel. Tell me the purpose of your visit." Opesa was frightened and sat back on the sofa after breathing a sigh of relief.
She was saying nice things on the surface, but in fact she was observing the other person's expression.
The fact that Ella could tell in one sentence that Xindrell hated the original owner was enough to show that they had known each other for a long time and the relationship was not just recent.
Judging from the speed with which Ella moved, she could definitely not be just a famous courtesan.
Maybe she is also a killer?
Opesa thought fearfully, feeling that she was not very safe at all.
There are two unknown killers in the same house. Will she be able to walk out of here safely?
Seeing that Ella had withdrawn her stance, Sinderel also put away his dagger and threw the package containing the cheongsam sample to Ella.
Ella didn't even glance at it. She lay down on the vacant single sofa and picked up the pipe on the table and started smoking: "Clothes?"
"Put it on." Sinderel was as concise as last time.
"Tsk." Ella frowned and rolled her eyes impatiently. "Is that your attitude? I didn't even charge you last time! Did you know that my time is calculated based on a pound of gold?"
"Put it on." Xindrel didn't want to waste any more words, and his eyes became increasingly cold.
Ella also lost her temper and sneered, "Come on, let's see if your body is as strong as it was in the Colosseum. Now I only need to shout, and all the men and women outside will gather around this private room."
The situation became increasingly tense, and Opesa could only mumble, "Sinderel, I'm asking for a favor, so please be a little more diplomatic."
It turns out that Sinderel had previously come to Ella to endorse Whisper, and the popularity of Whisper was all because of Ella.
She only found out about this now.
Ella was a walking sign, her fortune teller. She couldn't let Sinderel send this god of wealth away.
Ella glanced at Opesha lazily and praised: "You are really a person who can handle things. I want to keep you by my side."
Opesa laughed dryly: "Haha... forget it, I don't have any talents to keep customers."
"No need. Just go to that station and you don't have to do anything. Countless people will flock to you. You have such charm."
“Ahahaha…”
On the other side, Xindrel's face became even uglier.
He stood up and took his bag: "Let's go."
Opesha was stunned: "Where to?"
"If she doesn't want to, there's no need for her to stay."
"Oh my, are you angry? Why are you so protective of her?" Ella giggled, propping up her chin as if to watch the fun. "I've never seen you care about anyone before."
Sinderel suddenly turned around and stared at Ella who was smiling sweetly.
Ella was unfazed. She smiled and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't do it. It's just that your attitude is so terrible that I can't stand it." She took a sip of her cigarette and changed the subject. "Oh, so you've already said everything?"
Seeing that Sinderel's face was as black as charcoal, Opesa hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Okay, I'll try! I'll try! You just watch and give me some suggestions!" While comforting him, she took the bundle from Sinderel's hand with gritted teeth.
To be honest, Opesha is very upset now.
The private room was covered with only a thin curtain that could hardly cover anything. She could only turn her back to the two of them and quickly put her clothes on.
She is a conservative person, but in order to survive in this world, she has repeatedly refreshed her moral bottom line. Now she has to wear such clothes and be evaluated by the eyes of two people.
She felt uncomfortable, but this was the only way she could maintain peace.
Behind a curtain, Ella looked at Sinderell, who closed his eyes and remained silent, with a teasing look on her face, and her slender and firm calves deliberately stretched out towards Sinderell.
Of course, she took a stab at it—but she was just being naughty and wanted to see how Sinderel would continue to disguise his true gender.
"Sinderel," she chuckled, "It's very interesting, isn't it?"
Beyond the curtain is a graceful body.
Behind the curtain, there is suppressed restlessness.
It is an unspeakable disguise and an emotion that cannot be revealed.
Is there anything more absurd and interesting in the world than this? At least not now, Ella can think of it.
The blond boy closed his eyes, trying his best to block out the sound of the friction of fabric and the teasing of the woman in front of him.
He had no good feelings towards the woman in front of him who had come out of the "Colosseum" with him, and he didn't want to be nice to her.
Although they are of the same kind, they have different ideas and cannot work together.
He doesn't think that a person who only knows how to take advantage of others, even taking advantage of himself, has any good intentions.
He had truly intended to kill.
She couldn't have any thoughts about Opesha.
Can't even think about it.
The curtain was lifted, and Sinderel looked back and saw Opesha wearing a cloak and walking very uncomfortably.
Ella was obviously frustrated, so she decided to go all out and pulled off Opesha's cloak.
With her disguise gone, Opesa felt even more ashamed and could only stand there helplessly.
Two pairs of eyes were cast at her at the same time. Opesa felt extremely tortured, as if ants were gnawing at her whole body, making her extremely uncomfortable.
"Hmm..." Ella squinted her eyes, stroking her chin and watching carefully.
"What, what's going on?" Opesa found it difficult to speak.
"Sinderel, how is it?" Ella looked at Sinderel with an ambiguous expression. "I think she is very beautiful. What about you?"
The boy mentioned remained silent, trying to avert his gaze to hide something.
In the shadows where no one could see, he clenched his hands tightly, suppressing the damn, strange impulse.
Opesha couldn't tell, but Ella wouldn't.
"I see." She laughed softly, her mood suddenly brightening.
The most brutal and ruthless killer who is said to have no flaws can actually create weaknesses for himself.
She had seen Sinderel's truest form, witnessed the horrific sight of him crawling out of a mountain of corpses, but she had never seen him in any vulnerable state.
She lay on the velvet armrest like a cat, finally feeling like looking at the dress.
After looking at it for a while, Ella shook her head and sighed, "It's unremarkable. There will never be any clothes without characteristics in my wardrobe."
"I think so too." Opesa asked sincerely, "Ms. Ella, what do you think is the most appropriate revision? Should we make it shorter, or..."
"No," Ella interrupted her directly, "it's best not to show anything."
"Huh?" Opesa was stunned. "Nothing?"
"Yes, nothing." Ella pointed at the clothes she was wearing. "You can tell that this should be a close-fitting dress that sets off a woman's figure. That's enough. Sometimes, not revealing anything is the most taboo temptation."
Ella blew out a smoke ring. "I can see you don't like exposing yourself. I'm not blaming you. Many women aren't satisfied with themselves, and even worry about whether men will love them. I believe that a woman's body is her own, and she can choose whether to expose it. Plumpness is beautiful, and so is flatness. Open-minded girls have a whisper, while conservative girls need the comfort of this dress."
Ella's words immediately woke Opesha up.
Yeah, she totally avoided the unique features of this dress.
She shouldn't destroy the charm of the clothes, but should preserve their authenticity. She shouldn't deliberately reveal anything, but simply make them fit tightly, wrapping them in soft silk and outlining the most graceful curves of a woman's body.
She is conservative, but forgets that beauty can exist even without revealing anything.
Opesa nodded heavily and looked at Ella gratefully: "Thank you, I have an idea."
Ella waved her hand nonchalantly. "No thanks, no thanks. As for you, there's no need to feel inferior to yourself. You just need to believe that you are the most beautiful."
Hearing this, Opesa smiled happily and ran out from behind the curtain to change her clothes.
Meanwhile, Sinderel, who had remained silent all this time, finally let go of his hand.
Ella smiled teasingly, crossing her long legs, not caring at all about exposing herself.
Noticing his sharp gaze, Ella closed her eyes slightly and moved her lips:
--you are done.
——How can you have a weak spot? This is fatal.
——Soon, that group of people will find her.
——You know their methods. They will publicly destroy her and force you to submit.
——You were born with misfortune, and you shouldn't have implicated her. You should know this better than anyone else.
——Besides, what identity can you stay with her? Continue to be a daughter? Don't make me laugh.
——You have been burdened with sin and pain all your life, and can only pretend to be what you are now to survive. You should feel fortunate and thank God.
——Leave as soon as possible. It’s a rare opportunity for me to give you such kind advice.
She saw clearly that the green eyes had fallen into darkness.
The footsteps that had been fading away came back again with a thump.
Opesa hid behind the curtain and said awkwardly, "Um...can you give me back my cloak?"
Ella pursed her lips and smiled, then handed over the cloak in her hand, but her eyes never left Sinderel: "Of course."
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