After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 619 Blindsided

Chapter 619 Blindsided

Susan sat mute in the car, watching the sunset outside of the window.

"All is like as you feel now," Hannah said.

"I was just asking about how it feels." Susan refuted. But it was a poor lie.

"I supposed you're the one who knows how it feels the best. You should enjoy life and love while you are young, Susan."

"Don't say that to me. I'm almost at the beauty salon, I gotta go."

Hannah didn't say more, as she knew it was appropriate to stop the talk with Susan when the implication was conveyed.

She believed that Susan must love Manuel. She found it in the last moment of Susan's life. But Susan was just unwilling to admit her true feelings for Manuel. Furthermore, Susan might feel she was not a fine match for Manuel and didn't want to intrude into his life. Hannah couldn't forget that Susan even hadn't sent that message out to Manuel till her death

At the thought of Susan's pathetic ending in her previous life, Hannah felt a sense of heartache. She swore to herself, she would try everything to protect this girl.

Susan was a top VIP in the beauty salon. Wrapped in a bath towel, she was about to take a soaking bath. Then, she confronted Justine.

She hadn't seen Justine since her divorce from Manuel. She always thought Justine would get reunited with her father. After all, her father was so rich, and Justine married her father because of his money. Even if money wasn't what she coveted, they might get reunited as they cherished a deep affection for each other. However, there was no such indication.

What did she think?

Justine looked displeased when she met Susan. She didn't complain about Susan's abortion, but she was critical of her divorce from Manuel.

"It looks like your life hasn't been easy since Manuel left you." Justine looked Susan up and down and saw her poor skin with acne on her face.

"I'm just under work stress. You seek a life of pleasure and keep well-preserved. Who knows which old man will be seduced by you."

Justine turned livid with rage. But she didn't continue arguing because she thought it was beneath her dignity. So she regained her composure, assuming a haughty air.

"I came here because I have an eye for beauty. A woman should live a confident and elegant life. I can't figure out why the young today have an idea that beauty is just for pleasing others." Said Justine eloquently.

Susan was infuriated.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that you work under Manuel. You said you are a wreck from overwork, but you just work under my son. Do you want me to praise you for your diligence, or criticize you for your lack of ability?"

"Justine Knight! You were eager to please me when you were my stepmother, don't you remember it? Now, look at you. You turn on me, huh? How can you be so hypocritical?" Susan gnashed.

"In those years, I took care of you just because you were a kid. I didn't feel offended by what you said or acted. But now, you're an adult. You've begun your work, your marriage and even divorce. Why haven't you seen much of the world yet? I won't humour you anymore."

Susan felt like starting a fight against her.

"Luckily, Manuel's heart is away from you, otherwise it would be a big concern to me." Justine's lips curled in a contemptuous smile. Then she strode off.

Susan stamped her feet in anger.

Anyway, it was she who had dumped Manuel. How could Justine say that?

The staff there spent quite a while soothing her. And finally, she was going to the spa.

After that, Susan fell asleep on the luxurious bed in the beauty salon. She hadn't had a good rest these days, overwhelmed by the work. She slept soundly here and went off to dreamland soon. Susan made some lovely sounds in her dream from time to time.

The beautician couldn't help laughing, wondering if Susan was dreaming an erotic dream.

Susan's cheeks reddened and her ears burned. She was gasping for breath, with limp and coy groans occasionally. The beautician blushed at the sight.

After a while, Susan awakened from her dream, on the point of something like a climax. She sat up, looking around dozily. She wondered where she was and where was her wonderland. "Miss Phillips?" The beautician asked.

Susan turned around, and after a quite while she realized she was in the beauty salon now. She just found out that she didn't have sex with a man, but that sexy hunk kept arising in her mind.

It was an erotic dream. Susan felt it kind of incredible.

"Miss Phillips, how about taking another soaking bath?"

Not until now did Susan notice that the root of her thighs was also dripping wet.

"OK, I'll take a bath."

She got off the bed quickly. Somehow, she found it awkward to admit the desire inside.

The beautician prepared a bath for Susan, with milk and rose petals.

Susan felt much more refreshed after a bath.

Looking at her creamy skin in the mirror, she kept sighing with wonder at her radiant face. She thought she should pay more attention to herself.

Susan got out of the beauty salon with both physical and psychological pleasure. She thought it would be nice if she went for a drink.

When she was about to make a phone call to somebody, her phone rang in no time.

She knitted her brows, and muttered, "I won't go to work overtime tonight."

Then she answered the phone reluctantly, "Hello?"

"Susan, Manuel demands original data now. Do you have one? I've sent a message to you."

It was Manuel's secretary, who said urgently.

Susan looked down at her phone impatiently, and said, "I think I have one."

"Is it on your computer? Can I use your computer now?"