Villains Act Shamelessly: The Heiress was the Great National Master! Chapter 211: Delia Darden

Marcus Lynch awkwardly said, "It’s a small matter, but after thinking it over, you’re the right person."

He himself wasn’t too convinced by these things, but the example beside him was too extre.

Marcus suddenly thought of Thea Shaw.

Thea Shaw considered her tone: "My fees are quite high, but it also depends on the situation. If it’s not a big issue..."

Marcus cautiously interjected, "Ten thousand?"

Thea Shaw: "..."

She was silent for about ten seconds before saying, "Let see what the situation is first."

A little is better than nothing, and first getting the business established, she supports the idea of credit.

"Actually, it’s quite simple. We just want you to do so face-reading and fortune-telling."

Marcus Lynch was the kind of person who spoke human words to people and ghostly words to ghosts.

Although he didn’t believe in these things in his heart, he still acted politely on the surface. Thea Shaw agreed to et him first.

According to him, the person wanting a face-reading was one of his lesser-known artists. He hadn’t said exactly what it was about and would only disclose it in person.

The less-known artist was probably not too famous, and the eting place was just a private room in a hotel.

When Thea Shaw saw the person, she was wearing a limited edition beige trench coat with sunglasses.

The so-called small face was almost exaggerated by those sunglasses, almost covering half of her face.

Thin, too thin.

Thea Shaw knew that stars always appeared heavier on screen, so in reality, they would be even thinner.

Those who looked thin on TV would look frighteningly skinny in person.

The woman in front of her was the latter type.

Any thinner and she’d practically look like a skeleton, but her thin arms and legs suggested she was naturally small-boned, so visually, it wasn’t too bad.

Her face should be considered delicate, but despite the delicacy, probably due to dieting or sothing, she didn’t look too well overall.

When she saw Thea Shaw enter, she was so surprised that she looked awkwardly at Marcus Lynch sitting beside her: "Is this the fortune teller you hired?"

Marcus maintained his usual expression: "You’ve consulted so many people, why not believe this one? This young lady saved my life."

Marcus got up and greeted Thea Shaw with a smile: "Thank you for coming."

Thea Shaw: "No problem, you’re the one paying."

Marcus: "..."

The female celebrity showed a hint of surprise: "Is she the martial arts heroine who saved you at the high-speed rail station you ntioned last ti?"

"That title is so cheesy." Thea Shaw waved her hand, "Not worth ntioning, let’s talk business."

The female celebrity sized up Thea Shaw, hesitated for about three seconds, and then sighed: "It’s a pity you’re not in the entertainnt industry."

Marcus agreed: "Right, I said the sa. With soone like her in the industry, she wouldn’t have any trouble getting famous."

As soon as he said this, he realized what he had said and instinctively glanced at the female celebrity.

The female celebrity gave a bitter smile: "That’s true. I’ve broken my neck trying to beco famous. If I had a face like hers, I wouldn’t have had to suffer so much."

Thea Shaw seriously said: "Having the face isn’t enough; it’s all about the aura."

She had the sa face before, but it was worlds apart from now.

Qirenia’s thirty years of accumulation can’t be compared with just a pretty face.

Female celebrity: "..."

Do masters nowadays speak without blushing?

Marcus had already experienced Thea Shaw’s unpredictability when they first t, he cleared his throat and promptly introduced: "This young lady is Thea Shaw, Thea, this is Delia Darden, the person who wants you to do the face-reading today."