Married to Billionaire after Being Disfigured

Lynn didn’t know what’s going on yet.

She still remembered that the scar on her face needed a special potion to get rid of it, and she didn’t even think about the scar that would be rubbed off by herself.

Lynn looked at everyone’s mouths open and turned to Benson.

“What’s wrong?”

Benson’s eyes widened in shock after seeing Lynn’s face clearly.

“Lynn, what’s wrong with the scar on your face?”

“Lynn’s face was clean without scars at all. She looks beautiful.”

“Yeah, what a hell, didn’t she have such a long scar on her face just now? Why did it disappear in a blink of an eye?”

Everyone was so shocked that their jaws dropped.

Lynn touched his face in hindsight.

Oops, the place where there should be a scar turned out to be smooth. Looking at Benson’s chest again, there was a black thing on the white shirt. Wasn’t it the paint of her scar.

How could this be? !

Lynn’s heart roared. A fake scar she had paid so much for had been rubbed off.

In shock, Chelsea burst out of the crowd, took Lynn’s hand, and raised her eyebrows.

“Hey, my good Lynn, you are really naughty. You are so pretty, why are you pretending to be ugly? It turns out that your scar is just for fun.”

Ugly women became a beauty, the most surprising was of course Chelsea.

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“Look, my daughter-in-law here is so beautiful. Her skin is transparent and watery, and she has no flaws at all. It’s not a sin to be beautiful. Why are you hiding it? It’s good now, it’s been exposed.”

Chelsea had no idea that the scar on Lynn’s face was fake.

It turned out that she was so beautiful that no woman could compare to her.

Katrina was stunned : “…”

Why was this!

Lynn’s scar turned out to be fake, she didn’t have an ugly scar at all.

Lynn coughed twice, gently retracting the hand Chelsea held, but her heart was burning.

What an arrogant makeup artist! Didn’t he say waterproof? Did he say she couldn’t wash it off without a special secret liquid?

She hd been deceived enough.

Lynn stood here with the corners of her mouth twitching. She was not surprised at all to be proud of the beauty but stared in dissatisfaction.

Benson closed his fist. What was the purpose of this woman, who was deliberately ugly?

“What are you still doing? Hurry up and take her to change.”

In Lounge, Lynn had changed into a suit.

Chelsea was looking at Lynn up and down from the side, so it seemed that Lynn and his son were matched, but her background was still a bit low.

Chelsea was on a roller coaster this night. Lynn was not allowed to come, but Lynn came anyway. The moment she saw Lynn appeared, she almost fainted.

Katrina couldn’t help it, she pushed the door in, and called out softly.

“Aunt Chelsea.”

Katrina was so angry that her mouth was swollen. After Chelsea found out that the scar on Lynn’s face was fake, Katrina was terrified.

She was worried about Chelsea would be on Lynn’s side in the future.

“Auntie, you’re wet too, I’ll wipe it for you.”

Katrina took a handkerchief and brushed it over Chelsea, intentionally revealing a bloodstain on her wrist.

“What’s going on here?”

Chelsea saw it, and took Katrina’s hand, worried.

“Auntie, I’m fine. This is when Miss Miller fell into the water just now. I stepped forward to pull her and was caught by her accidentally. I know Miss Miller hates me very much. I’ll stay away from her in the future.”

Lynn rolled her eyes. Katrina’s ability to lie at the mouth of her mouth has been practiced to the highest level.

Lynn spread her hands in front of the two of them.

“If you want to lie, you have to be well prepared. I don’t have nails on my hands. How can I scratch such deep marks?”

Chelsea glanced at Lynn’s fingers, and they were indeed rounded fingernails, impossible to scratch.

Katrina was stunned for a moment. Her face was pale, Lynn didn’t even have a fingernail, and she was wrong again.

The atmosphere was very awkward. The blood on Katrina’s hand was scratched with her fingernails.

“That may be because I remembered it wrongly, and I blamed you. I’m sorry, auntie, stay here with Miss Miller. I’ll find some medicine to put it on myself. Miss Miller is so beautiful. She really matches Benson and even prettier than sister.”

Hearing this, Chelsea’s face was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and Katrina seemed to say something, poking into Chelsea’s heart.

In the blink of an eye, Chelsea grabbed Katrina again.

“I’ll help you to get medicine, so as not to get infected.”

“Thank you, auntie.”

When Katrina and Chelsea left, Lynn twisted her neck. She just heard Katrina say sister. She wondered, whose sister?

Unable to figure it out, Lynn took out her phone again and called the makeup artist.

Benson came in when he heard a phone call inside.

“Hey Bro, 10, 000 dollars a waterproof scar. You drew me a scar that would fall off when I rubbed it, and you promised that I need a special potion to wash it off. Now my scar is soaked in blisters, and make a lot of trouble ofr me.”

“Give me the money back? I’m talking about money now!”

…

Lynn was pacing the room, and obviously she was angry.

It was obviously she was played by someone, and was very depressing, and the stick in her mouth was no longer sweet.

Hearing there were footsteps in the room, and Lynn hung up the phone very depressed.

Benson walked in, squinting his eyes, this woman actually pretended to be ugly. His tall body pushed Lynn step by step.

Lynn stepped back, clutching the phone.

“What are you doing.”

To the corner, Lynn had no way to retreat. Benson raised his hand and pinched her face, staring carefully at the spot where Lynn used to have a scar, and now it was as delicate as snow.

Lynn was pinched and clapped his hand, but the man was indifferent.

“Don’t move, let me have a good look, my naturally beautiful wife.” Benson sounded weird.

Lynn shivered and turned her head away, but suddenly there was a snarky voice next door.

“Dearing, you hurt me.”The woman also made a strange muffled sound, and instantly, Lynn thought of something, and her face immediately turned red.

Lynn patted Benson and whispered.

“Come on, let’s go out, the next door is…don’t disturb others.”

Benson ignored it, put his hands on the wall, trapped Lynn in front of his chest, and looked inch by inch.

“What are you doing, do you want to listen to other people’s corners here?”

There was another rude conversation next door.

“Do you really feel pain? Come on, let’s kiss and stick our tongue out.”

Listening to the obscene conversation, Lynn’s ears were about to blow out. The room here was not soundproof at all.