Chapter 143

Monica widened her eyes to take a closer look.

She was curious to see who this legendary Rose really was.

Rose, the flower?

She scoffed internally. Did she really live up to that name?

With the highest degree of scrutiny, Monica turned her attention to the unfolding scene.

The water’s surface danced with ripples of light.

A stunningly beautiful woman emerged, capturing everyone’s gaze, including Monica’s.

Despite being a woman herself, Monica found it nearly impossible to look away, even just for a moment.

The emerging figure bore a cold and glamorous demeanor, her face devoid of any smile. However, her occasionally shifting gaze radiated a mesmerizing, almost bewitching allure.

Her blue mermaid tail fluttered gracefully in the water, while her golden tresses gently cascaded down her smooth back.

Then, the woman’s upper body fully emerged, revealing a slender waist and an impressively voluptuous bust.

Whether it was her face or her figure, the woman exuded femininity to the extreme.

Is… is this Rose?

Monica was completely stunned.

Susan, too, couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of Rose, her eyes filled with amazement.

She had seen Rose’s photos and knew of her dazzling presence on the runway.

Yet, as someone had mentioned earlier, the Rose in front of them seemed a hundred times more captivating than she was on the runway.

This woman was indeed an enchanting siren!

The people at the scene were utterly enchanted, their faces reflecting awe and fascination *

10% 09:54 as they watched Rose move.

As Rose gracefully swam towards the shore, everyone’s gaze followed her, captivated by her every move.

Once she sat elegantly on the shore, people continued to gaze at her, entranced.

A beauty was indeed a beauty, effortlessly perfect in every posture.

“What are you all standing around for?” the director yelled, snapping everyone back to reality. “Help her with that tail! Let Rose take a break.”

“Yes!” the crew members hurriedly responded, suddenly jolted from their trance.

“Miss Rose, I’m sorry. You looked so beautiful that I was momentarily mesmerized,” one of them apologized with embarrassment.

Theresa offered a playful smile and said, “No worries. It’s the highest compliment for me.”

Her friendly and gentle demeanor, devoid of any supermodel arrogance, instantly won over the hearts of the crew members.

After removing the mermaid tail, Theresa was ushered into the changing room. She quickly changed into casual clothes and was immediately called over by the director.

“Rose, let me brief you on the upcoming shots. Firstly, you need to…” the director began, explaining in detail.

Theresa listened intently, not daring to slack off even a bit.

Although she had already achieved some success on the runway, advertising was a completely new ball game for her.

She knew that she needed to put in extra effort to achieve favorable results.

She was determined to seize the opportunity Storm Group had given her with both hands.

“Mrs. Landor, I wasn’t exaggerating at all, was I? Miss Rose is truly outstanding, isn’t she?”

by astonishing.” the man from earlier hurriedly chimed in, “Your discernment is truly astonishing.”

Susan watched Theresa, now dressed casually, from a distance and let out a relaxed smile.

10% 09:54 She had made a casual suggestion, never expecting Ben to take it seriously, which had put a considerable amount of pressure on her.

However, seeing Rose’s performance now, the majority of her worries melted away.

This Rose was undoubtedly a gem among women.

Her recent portrayal of a mermaid, a cold yet tempting siren, perfectly matched the theme of the Storm Group’s Allure series.

This advertising campaign was in the bag.

Monica had also been impressed by Theresa’s performance just now. But hearing someone praise Susan’s judgement, she couldn’t hold back her remarks.

With a sour tone, Monica commented, “I think she’s just so–so? This woman seems like a flirtatious type. I’m afraid respectable women won’t appreciate her as a spokesperson.”

Susan frowned, about to say something, when suddenly a voice interrupted, “Respectable woman?

Miss, in your opinion, what constitutes a ‘respectable woman‘?”

Monica turned her head and saw Theresa standing with her arms crossed, a sardonic smile on her face.

Theresa was squinting her eyes. She came over because a staff member informed her that Mrs.

Landor was inspecting the set.

Thinking that she got the spokesperson role thanks to Susan’s word, she decided to come over to express her gratitude.

Unexpectedly, she walked into such a conversation.

What was even more amusing was that she had seen this woman who was speaking behind her back before.

Wasn’t this the woman who came with Thomas on the day of the blind date?

Of course, Monica probably didn’t recognize her now, given how different she looked from that day.

Honestly, Theresa had thought Monica’s bizarre behavior that day was just a performance. to help Thomas.

But it seemed, could this be her true nature?

Monica looked at Theresa and, without any realization of being caught badmouthing. disdainfully glanced at her before speaking, “Just look at your T–shirt, so short that your waist might show with a slight movement. And those jeans, so tight, who are you trying to seduce? I’ve seen many women like you, climbing the ladder through seduction. Did I say. something wrong by calling you improper?

Women like us dress modestly, wearing skirts. that cover our knees, even hiding our ankles to maintain a ladylike demeanor, understand?”

Monica spoke with a lecturing tone, appearing like a pure white lotus swaying in the wind. in her white dress.

Theresa looked at her and suddenly burst into laughter.

“What are you laughing at?” Monica fumed.

Theresa said, “Nothing really, just finding your jealous demeanor quite amusing.”

“Jealous? What do I have to be jealous of?” Monica’s anger escalated.

“Obviously, it’s because I’m prettier and have a better figure than you,” Theresa replied with an innocent face. “Look at the dress you’re wearing, with that thick white fabric at the chest. Is it because you’re quite flat–chested and trying to conceal it?”

As she spoke, Theresa accentuated her comment by pushing out her chest, displaying her full bosom.

Monica indeed was quite flat in the chest department, and Theresa had pinpointed her weakness, infuriating her even more. “You…”

“And another thing,” Theresa continued unabashedly, “the loose design of your dress, not daring to reveal your waist – could it be that your waist is too thick and you don’t want to show it off? And is your dress so long to cover those chunky legs of yours? I must say, you chose your dress well; it covers all your flaws nicely. You absolutely cannot wear the kind. of outfit I’m wearing. It would be a disaster on you.”

Monica was speechless.

She was completely stunned by Theresa’s torrent of words.

After a brief pause, Monica managed to say in a sharp tone, “I wouldn’t stoop to wearing the kind of clothes you have on.”

N “Whether it’s disdain or fear of wearing it, only you would know,” Theresa chuckled. “Feel free to use the ‘respectable person‘ excuse to cover up your truly disastrous figure.”