Chapter 33: Scheming
Mr. Ling found it hard to understand why women would spend tens of thousands of dollars on a single show, just for a maintenance session. They were truly incomprehensible.
However, after a moment of silence, Mr. Ling nodded slightly at Mikayla Baines's invitation and said, "Alright, I also wanted to take a look."
"Mm!" Mikayla, feeling very comfortable from Mr. Ling's massage, hummed softly, then whispered, "Alright then, come early on Sunday. You can come with my agent, my assistant, and my makeup artist. We'll all go together."
"Okay!" Mr. Ling was slightly stunned, but quickly nodded in agreement. For a moment, he had thought it would just be him and Mikayla going together, not realizing there would be an entire management team.
Mr. Ling gently shook his head, quickly dismissing the absurd thought that had flashed through his mind, and focused intently on the task at hand.
As the fragrance filled the entire quiet room, Mikayla Baines gradually fell into a deep sleep. At this moment, Mr. Ling gently patted her back, and the next moment, Mikayla Baines instantly flipped over, her upper body fully exposed before Mr. Ling.
However, Mr. Ling's expression was indifferent at this moment, and not a single ripple formed in his mind at this extremely alluring scene.
He took out a pale-green talisman from his person, flicked his hand, and the talisman flew out, suddenly hovering above Mikayla Baines's body, spinning continuously.
Mr. Ling's hands continuously changed various hand seals, and then a white light shot out from his hand, striking the center of the pale-green talisman. The next moment, the talisman, which had been spinning in mid-air, inexplicably began to burn.
Green flames appeared out of nowhere, continuously burning the talisman above, appearing exceptionally eerie in mid-air. However, what was even more surprising was that what fell after the talisman burned was not ashes, but tiny pale-green specks of light.
These specks of light, under the control of Mr. Ling's hands, slowly landed on Mikayla Baines's body and gradually merged into her.
When a quarter of the talisman had burned, Mr. Ling's left hand continued to control the burning of the talisman, while his right hand was freed, making a loose grasping motion towards Mikayla Baines's body. The next moment, Mikayla's entire body began to float upwards with the raising of Mr. Ling's right hand, until she was three feet above the bed.
Immediately after, with a flip of his right hand, Mikayla Baines's body also slowly turned over, and the specks of light began to fall evenly all over Mikayla Baines's body, not missing even the most private areas.
In just under ten minutes, the burning talisman in mid-air had completely disappeared, and all the scattered specks of light had integrated into Mikayla Baines's body.
However, this was not the end. Mr. Ling then took out a small, thumb-sized bottle from his person. Inside the transparent, prismatic bottle, there was only a small cluster of light-blue water.
Mr. Ling flicked his right hand, and the small bottle immediately shot out, then suddenly stopped, hovering over Mikayla Baines's face.
The stopper automatically opened, and three drops of water fell sequentially from the bottle, landing on Mikayla Baines's glabella, nose tip, and chin, respectively.
The water drops on Mikayla Baines's face merged into a cluster, quickly enveloping her entire face, and then slowly integrated into it.
After the water drops integrated, Mikayla Baines's face visibly began to turn rosy and elastic at a speed visible to the naked eye. The subtle fine wrinkles that were previously present on her face, and the eye bags caused by long-term stay up, completely disappeared at this moment.
After all this was done, Mr. Ling flipped his hand, and the transparent water bottle closed again and floated up. With the retraction of Mr. Ling's right hand, it flew back into his hand, and with a flip of his palm, it had already disappeared.
Mr. Ling stepped forward again, standing in front of Mikayla Baines, who was floating in mid-air. He extended both palms and began to continuously pat her body, allowing the specks of light and water drops to integrate even deeper into Mikayla Baines's body.
Mr. Ling's hands moved extremely fast, yet appeared extremely light. His palms continuously patted in mid-air, creating countless afterimages, which were quite beautiful.
As Mr. Ling continuously patted, Mikayla Baines slowly descended back onto the massage bed. The next moment, Mr. Ling took a step back and let out a long breath; today's maintenance service was completely finished.
Mr. Ling pulled a blanket from behind him, then gently flicked it, and the entire blanket softly covered Mikayla Baines's body.
After doing all this, Mr. Ling picked up a blanket from the side and walked out of the quiet room, looking tired.
As he closed the door, Mr. Ling subtly looked up at the vent in the corner of the ceiling, then completely closed the door.
Just a few minutes after Mr. Ling left, a figure emerged from the secret door of the quiet room, narrowing his eyes slightly at the doorway.
Mr. Ling would never have imagined that this uninvited guest, who suddenly appeared in this quiet room, was Phil Coulson, whom he had parted ways with not long ago. Coulson glanced at the doorway, then went to a corner of the room, stepped on a chair, and took out a camera from the vent, then quickly left.
An hour later, Mikayla Baines finally fully awoke from her deep sleep. After lying on the bed for a while, Mikayla Baines, who had completely come to her senses, threw off the blanket and stood up from the massage bed, walking to the long mirror nearby.
Looking at herself in the mirror, as if in a daze, Mikayla Baines's face slowly showed a happy and triumphant smile, and finally she burst into triumphant laughter.
By the time Mikayla Baines got dressed and walked out of the quiet room, only the maid was left in the spacious living room, tidying up the cups on the coffee table. Mr. Ling had long since disappeared.
"Where is Mr. Ling?" Mikayla Baines frowned and asked the maid.
"Young Miss!" The maid put down her work, turned around, and respectfully said to Mikayla Baines, "Mr. Ling came out of the quiet room an hour ago. After resting for a while and drinking a cup of coffee, he left. But before he left, he said everything would proceed as usual and hoped you would transfer the money to his account as soon as possible."
"I understand!" Mikayla Baines glanced at the maid, then turned and quickly walked towards her bedroom. Originally, she wanted to ask Mr. Ling why this youth maintenance session's effect was far superior to previous ones, but now that he had left, Mikayla could only call to ask.
Women are always very concerned about their appearance. This time, Mr. Ling's youth maintenance session had a far superior effect, so after Mikayla returned to her bedroom, she hurriedly called Mr. Ling.
"Hello, who is this?" Mr. Ling was driving along Sunset Boulevard towards Santa Monica Beach. The phone rang, and he pressed the Bluetooth headset's call button.
"It's me, Mi Qi. I have something to ask you!" Mikayla spoke directly without any pleasantries, "Ling, why do I feel like this youth maintenance session is a bit different from the previous ones?"
"Because it is different!" Mr. Ling slowed down the car, explaining while driving, "Your youth maintenance service has entered the second stage, transitioning from youth preservation to youth restoration. This means that your current appearance will look younger day by day than your actual age. If you are willing to accept my youth maintenance service for your entire life, then even after several decades, you will still maintain your current appearance, or even look younger."
"Is it that amazing?" Mikayla Baines on the other end of the phone gasped in surprise.
Her mind was muddled from staying up late.