Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 459

Samuel was adamant about keeping Maja's identity under wraps.

He'd already done one dumb thing last time; he couldn't afford to screw up again and hand Maja over to Ian on a silver platter.

Wasn't Ian supposed to be into Carlene?

Well then, he can keep his mitts on Carlene!

Maja wasn't part of the Raymond family.

Samuel was ready for this. He took Maja to a private makeup studio.

The makeup artist worked her magic, painting Maja's face with loads of pimples, topping it off with a bulky hat, and even dressing her in a brown and green outfit. Her aesthetic was beyond comprehension.

Maja caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, now sporting black-framed glasses and bangs covering her face, with only her mouth and a few "pimples" visible.

Samuel stood behind her, marveling at the transformation.

"Even your dad wouldn't recognize you if he was standing right in front of you. Just say you're allergic to pollen."

Maja glanced at the time. That crowd must be getting antsy. So she picked up the painting.

"I’ve got to bail."

"I'll walk you there."

Samuel, being the drama-loving guy that he is, wouldn't miss this show for the world.

The car stopped outside the Shepard family's place. Maja got out first, leaving Samuel behind to avoid any rumors.

The second she walked in with the painting, she saw the twenty-something people waiting inside.

It was a big setup. Right in the middle was a four-meter-long table, with the appraiser already waiting.

"Sorry, I'm late," she said, her voice lower than usual, ignoring all the stares and heading straight to the table.

Edith gave a cold laugh at her getup.

"Maja, what's your game?"

"I've got a contagious disease. I wouldn't want to infect any of you fine folks. But if you don't mind."

She pretended to lift her mask and hat.

Edith felt a wave of nausea and hummed coldly from her chair.

"Just keep it on. Everyone here is of higher stature than you."

Maja unfurled the painting in her hands.

The painting was torn in two, with a gap in the middle. She placed it on the table.

The two paintings looked so alike that the onlookers couldn't tell which was the fake.