"Okay." Olivia Lewis waved her hand and walked towards the makeup room with her belongings.
She still needed to change clothes and remove her makeup.
"Sister Olivia, I'll go with you, I can help you remove your makeup." Her assistant Daisy trotted up to catch her.
Olivia looked at her assistant's eyes, red and swollen from crying, and lightly rubbed them with her fingertip, frowning, "Forget it, I'll do it myself today. Look at your eyes, they're all swollen from crying. I'll give you the day off. Go home early and apply a warm towel to your eyes, or they'll swell up like a little monkey tomorrow. Go on."
Olivia's looks were not androgynously beautiful; she had a typical feminine beauty. But when she spoke with the demeanor of a domineering President, it was still quite charming to her assistant.
The assistant, blushing, made a gesture of admiration and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Mm, sister Olivia, got it."
