She Becomes A Hot Sensation After A Scandalous Affair
Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Chapter 211

"And who do you think would fit to be my wife then? You?" Jon laughed rambunctiously as if that was the funniest joke he ever heard. "Okay, that joke is so fucking hilarious. I can’t even imagine marrying a sorry excuse for a human being like you."

"Sir, I don’t think it’s necessary to say that..." Olga murmured, but her feelings were hurt badly, and her body trembled as she felt an extreme humiliation from this bastard.

"Have you considered plastic surgery? It might change your face, but I don’t think you have the money. Your face needs to be completely redone so nobody will know the real you," Jon’s insults continued. "Oh, you can also try wearing a mask. It should be cheaper. I think I’d have a better time looking at a cardboard or paper bag than your nasty face with pretentious makeup."

Olga’s lips trembled.

She excused herself for a moment and rushed straight to the bathroom to wash her face. Because she began to cry because those words were so cruel.

Yes, she was ugly, very ugly by any beauty standards.

She wasn’t gifted like Madeline Rose, who got all the attention because of her beauty, and she surely wasn’t going to date a handsome Hollywood megastar like Zane Eastwood or a scion from a billionaire family like Lancelot Grant.

She endured a lot in her life, job hopping because she got fired or left. Most of them were because she got abused, just like what Bertha did to her.

And now, she was so close to resigning from this job because she couldn’t bear all the verbal abuse from Jonathan Hale.

Olga stared at her reflection in the mirror and murmured bitterly, "Life is truly unfair for an ugly woman. Why do I have to be born like this?"

Olga knew that she was born with her mother’s face. They looked similar, and her father left for another woman because her mother was too ugly, even for his low standards.

That’s why Olga had so much hatred for pretty girls, especially the ones using their beauty to seduce a married man because her family was broken because of a tramp who was just a little bit more beautiful than her mother.

Olga quickly wiped her makeup with a makeup remover she prepared; she didn’t want Jon to keep mocking her for her appearance.

Olga sobbed while wiping the makeup and the tears around her eyes, "If only I were born pretty like Madeline Rose, life would be so much easier. Just look at her having an easy life and getting loved by many handsome and powerful men!"

Olga didn’t know how long it would take to wipe her makeup and tears off. But once completely bare-faced, she finally walked out of the bathroom.

She returned to Jon’s side, and he realized she had been crying for no reason.

But that wasn’t his worry. He was more worried about her taking off his makeup because it didn’t help her case at all.

"Yeah, at this point, you really need a mask or plastic surgery. God, you’re so fucking hideous!" Jon cursed.

Olga clenched her fists until her entire body trembled, but she nodded and replied, "Yes, Sir. I will try to save some money for plastic surgery."

"As you should," Jon scoffed, as he checked his phone. He got a text from his manager. "You, prepare my suit. I have a meeting with an old woman. She said that she wants my service."

Olga was surprised.

"What do you mean by that, Sir? A service?" Olga never imagined that a popular actor like Jon would resort to taking a job as an escort for rich old ladies.

"Tsk, just shut up and do what I said!"

"... Yes, sir."

*

Olga followed Jon as he drove to a hotel and immediately went to a specific door and room.

Olga stared at the door number 7-K and pressed the doorbell.

The door automatically opened from inside, and as they entered the room, they saw an old lady, probably in her late fifties. She sat cross-legged on a couch and stared back at them.

"Mrs. Angelica Currie?" Jon addressed her, and the old lady nodded.

"You look much more handsome in person, Mr. Hale," Angel complimented. "No wonder Madeline Rose was madly in love with you before."

"Haha, that’s what they say," Jon took the compliment without hesitation. "But I doubt you invited me here just to talk about my face."

"Of course not. I have a job for you, Mr. Hale. I know you’re in a difficult situation after your divorce," Angel said knowingly.

Indeed, Jonathan Hale had always been part of the plan for Angel. She had been watching over him for some time and waited until he finalized his divorce, so she could strike at his weakest time.

"What kind of job would that be, Mrs. Currie?" Jon asked. He rarely took any offer to sleep with an old woman like this. But she was right. He was in a difficult situation because he paid a lot of money for the divorce lawyer after getting half of his assets taken away by his ex-wife. So he needed this quick cash.

Before Angel told him about the job, she saw an ugly girl standing behind Jon. She was so ugly that Angel thought she looked more like a stray ghost haunting Jon from behind.

"And who is this ugly girl? Are you sure she can be trusted?"

Jon looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "Hahah! You don’t need to worry about her. She’s my assistant!"

"Why would you take an ugly assistant?"

"It’s a long story. But I guarantee she will not betray me or tell anyone about your plan. Don’t you see how ugly she looks? She’s already grateful to get a job from me," Jon said. "With that kind face, even Satan would be scared."

Jon laughed freely, but Angel didn’t laugh with him, so he cleared his throat and asked, "Please tell me what I should do, Ma’am."