I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO Chapter 626: Truly Worthy of Being a Tycoon

"Goodness, a tycoon indeed!" said Isla Hawskin, tapping her arm. "Your dressing room is bigger than my bedroom; it’s downright unbearable! Seriously though, there will be loads of rich second, third, and fourth-generation guys tonight... Make sure you introduce to them!" She puffed out her chest. "Tonight, I’m going to make those guys fall head over heels for !"

Vera Wave turned to look at her, eyed the impressive cleavage revealed by her V-neck dress, and promptly rolled her eyes.

"No fair stealing my thunder just because I have smaller breasts, huh?"

"Relax, our big boss, Kris Cooper, is partial to your type. He’s seen several tis and hasn’t given a second glance. Bestie’s man is off-limits; I definitely won’t make a move on your guy!"

Vera burst out laughing, reaching for the dress she bought herself off the rack.

"These two sets... oh, right, and this one..." She pulled out two more outfits. "These were brought back from France by Kris’s parents. Which one do you think looks the best?!"

"Wow, wow, wow!" Isla’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. "My god, do you know how much this dress costs? It’s more than my two years’ salary plus my annual bonus... Your mother-in-law is so good to you... WAAAH... What’s a girl like , who can only rent dresses, supposed to feel about this?"

While Isla was still exclaiming, rlin Bradley ca over.

"Vera, Assistant Taylor is here!"

Vera hurriedly handed the outfits to them and walked out of the dressing room. As expected, Tommy Taylor was standing by the door, accompanied by two young won, each carrying large and small bags.

"Assistant Taylor, what can I do for you?"

"Miss Wave, this is the dress and jewelry that the president prepared for you!" Tommy Taylor handed over an elegant paper bag. "These two are the stylist and make-up artist the president had find for you. If you need anything else, just tell and I’ll take care of it."

"Let see!"

Isla had already rushed over, taking the bag from Tommy Taylor.

"A custom high-end dress by Versace?!" She carefully opened the package, slowly lifting the lid off the box, her fingers tenderly touching the fabric. "Handmade embroidery... Do you see these? These are high-quality rhinestones, even more expensive than Swarovski crystals..."

"So..." another girl chid in, "this dress must be pretty pricey, right?"

"Take ’pretty’ out of that sentence!" Isla stood straight up, exclaiming in a reverent tone, "It’s not ’pretty expensive,’ it’s very, extrely, unbelievably expensive! Being able to touch such a dress in my lifeti, I can die happy now!"

Everyone laughed at her exaggerated display.

The make-up artist Isla had brought stood up. "Looks like I won’t be needed, then?"

Just glancing at the high-end equipnt brought by the make-up artist Tommy Taylor had found, she knew she was in a different league.

"Don’t say that!" Isla turned around. "Since you’re here, help us all get made up. rlin, the other girl... make them all beautiful."

Vera turned her face as well. "Yes, please help everyone."

The artist had co all this way; it wouldn’t be fair to send her back without giving her a task.

So, everyone quickly got busy.

The make-up artist and stylist Tommy Taylor brought along began assisting Vera with her makeup and hair, while the make-up artist Isla had requested ticulously helped Isla, the other girl, and rlin Bradley get ready.