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Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 23 The Peculiar Boss

Wilson escorted her to the backstage.

It was a cramped room of less than twenty square meters, where three or four dozen young and pretty car models had to do their makeup and change clothes. With other staff members coming and ing, the room was crowded.

Emily frowned. It seemed like today’s work was destined to be challenging.

“Jackson is here, Wilson whispered.

Emily turned around, finally getting a good look at jackson.

He wasn’t dressed in a suit and tie. Instead, he wore just a black leather jacket over a black vest, tightly hugging his chest and abs, perfectly outlining his muscular physique. Below, he wore loose jeans with a skull emblem painted on the pockets.

He didn’t look like a boss.

But he was the one who signed her paychecks. Emily touched her nose, lowered her head, and followed behind Wilson, trying not to

let Jackson see her.

Jackson approached and stopped just as he was about to pass them. Stepping back, he stood imposingly in front of Emily. He was tall and strong, his dark shadow almost enveloping her entirely.

Emily wasn’t used to standing so close to strangers and took a slight step back.

“Are you Emily?” He smirked, playing with her name on his lips.

Emily nodded stiffly. “Hello, boss. I’m Emily.”

“Do you know who I am?”

She had been a full–time homemaker for years and didn’t recognize him at all.

“I’m sorry…”

Wilson broke the awkward silence. “My boss, Jackson, is a renowned figure in the global automotive design industry!”

Automotive design? No wonder he had such a big temper. He was an artist after all.

Emily awkwardly smiled. “I remember now.”

“Then, what’s my full name?”

Emily was dumbfounded.

Was he testing her on the spot?

Emily gritted her teeth, unsure how to respond.

“Do you know or not?”

A roar silenced the previously bustling backstage instantly.

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Chapter 23 The Peculiar Boss

Everyone dared not make a tökoď,

Emily took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t know. But my role here as a makeup artist. I didn’t see the direct relevance to your

hame

Jackson suddenly burst into a cold laugh. “You don’t know who I and how would you know the requirements I have for this event? Emily, you’re paid by me. Shouldn’t you have done your homework before coming here?”

Wilson,” Emily asked softly, “could you please tell me your boss’s full name?*

Wilson glanced at Jackson and cautiously replied, “My boss is Jackson Aniston, an internationally renowned automotive designer. Today’s car exhibition showcases his work, and it’s also the launch event for his own car brand. He has been preparing for this event for several years, so he takes it very seriously and doesn’t allow any mistakes…*

‘Do you understand?” Jackson said coldly.

Emily nodded, “I understand.”

“So, any more questions? This is my event, and everything must meet my requirements. Since you don’t even know my requirements, how can you create makeup looks that satisfy the models?”

Emily sighed. “May I ask, besides me, do you have any other makeup artists prepared for today?”

Jackson sneered, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing specific. I just think that if there’s only one makeup artist on–site today, then ultimately, the makeup looks for the models will all be decided by me.”

Emily straightened her back, pushed up the black–framed glasses on her nose, and pointed to the wall clock softly, “We have less than an hour before the car exhibition starts. If you’re planning to fire me, I can leave now, and you can find another makeup artist who knows your name and understands your requirements. If it’s just me responsible for doing makeup for the models today… I think you should be concerned about whether we have enough time now, not whether I know your name.”

Wilson was terrified by her attitude, his face turning pale. He quickly grabbed her, lowering his voice urgently, “How dare you speak to Jackson like that? Do you know that he has driven away more than a dozen makeup artists in a month…”

“I didn’t know, and it’s none of my business,” Emily said, looking up at the man in front of her. “Boss, time is running out. Please give me an answer as soon as possible.”

“Hah!” Jackson suddenly burst into a cold laugh. “Emily, huh? You’re quite stubborn. I’ll remember that.”

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Thanks, it’s an honor to be remembered by you.”

Veins bulged on Jackson’s neck as he stared straight at Emily. If his gaze had temperature, it would have burnt numerous holes through her by now.

“Fine,” Jackson folded his arms. “Emily, start your work. If you mess up the exhibition today, you’ll be responsible for all the losses.”

He gestured, “Go ahead.”

Emily let out a deep breath and closed her eyes. She had indeed been spoiled by Mr. Satan recently, letting her temper run wild. Why couldn’t she keep calm today?

Wilson approached her and tapped her, “Emily, you’ve got guts! You’re the first one to confront him like that. You must be a well- known makeup artist in the industry, right?”