My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 65 To Please Him

Sylvie took out the black gold card that Kieran had given her. Everyone knew the card, as it was one of

the most recognizable symbols of wealth and was customized.

The assistant quickly took the card, and said enthusiastically, "Sure, Miss, this way, please."

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Shirley opened her mouth wide in surprise, "How could Sylvie have a black gold card? And I just saw a

name on the card... It is Lowe."

Shirley didn't know much about Kieran because she seldom had contact with him.

But in H City, when one saw the word "Lowe", he would naturally think of Kieran, the powerful man.

Yanis was always elegant and dignified, but now she looked angry. The man who could have this black

gold card and have the surname Lowe must be Kieran!

How did Sylvie get Kieran's card?

Sylvie footed the bill and headed out with Linda with lots of clothes. How useful the card was! It was

just a card, but it could send Yanis and Shirley speechless.

Sylvie walked up to Yanis and stopped. She grinned and whispered, "What's the use of just flirting? Be

his wife if you can."

Yanis's face went cold and she looked eerie. "You know Kieran? What is your relationship with Kieran?"

"Yanis, aren't you smart? Guess it. A man gives his card to a woman. What do you think our

relationship is?"

Yanis's eyes were as vicious as Josie's. She hated Sylvie and Linda!

Sylvie and Linda were the center of attention wherever they went, and Yanis was like a green leaf

beside a beautiful flower. Oh, to be precise, they were like Sylvie's and Lina's servant girls.

Sylvie looked at Yanis's face with satisfaction and raised her eyebrows. "Do you regret that you were

so stupid as to ask for $12 billion? How nice it is to ask Kieran for a black gold card. It is a pity that you

couldn't enjoy the pleasure of swiping the card as you like."

Sylvie sneered and left with Linda.

Linda didn't look back and she could imagine how angry Yanis was now, "Sylvie, you're so bad," she

said, "Why don't you tell Yanis about your relationship with Kieran, but let her guess? It's going to drive

her crazy."

What Sylvie needed was this. She knew Yanis too well. Yanis was like a peeper in a dark corner. Her

twisted and perverted mind made her especially crave for attention and vanity.

Now Sylvie would take everything Yanis had, and made her lose everything. In this way, Yanis would

be crazy.

"Linda, where are we going now? We've done a lot of shopping."

Linda snorted, "Your consumption records should be sent to Mr. Lowe's phone by now."

Sylvie was surprised. She was so impulsive when she did the shopping, and now she thought she had

spent too much.

What would Mr. Lowe think when he received the message?

Linda dragged Sylvie close to her, "Sylvie, a woman who spends money will be loved and hated by

men. What is Mr. Lowe afraid of since he has so much money?"

Sylvie couldn't refute.

Linda then took Sylvie to a nail salon. "Come on, let's get our nails done."

Sylvie had never done a manicure before. She had been studying medicine, making pills and so on,

and had no time to dress up.

However, the girls loved to the Yannis's manicure, as it could make them look delicate. Men couldn't

refuse delicate woman.

The staff asked, "Beauties, what kind of nail do you want to do? Do you need some

recommendations?"

Linda raised her bright red lips. "Thank you, miss. Let's pick one ourselves."

Linda's taste was prominent in various fields. With her here, they didn't need any recommendation.

"Sylvie, which one do you like?"

Sylvie flipped through the manicure book, dazzled by the colors.

Linda pointed to a color. "How about this?"

Linda picked the pink one, a girlish pink.

The staff could not help praising, "This color represents spring. It is very suitable for the young and

pure girl."

Sylvie was so pure and young that Kieran loved her very much.

Linda winked at Sylvie and whispered, "Straight men would love it."

Straight... man?

Linda's implication was clear. Kieran was straight, and the pink color was what he liked.

Sylvie's little ears turned red. "Linda, what color do you make?"

Linda flipped through her manicure book. "As I said, I'm professional. I'm going to do a color that my

patron likes."

As best friend, Sylvie knew that the patron Linda said was... Rowan.

Two years ago, Yannis's coming-of-age ceremony ended, Linda moved out of the George Family, left H

City, and entered the entertainment industry.

The entertainment industry was a huge messy world, and those who liked Linda would be taken fancy

of by the big shots. But Rowan was behind Linda, and Rowan had arranged a qualified agent and

public relations team for her. The resources she got were the best, and she would live in star-class

hotels and take high-end saloon cars. Rowan took care of Linda as perverted as before.

But Linda and Rowan hadn't seen each other for two years.

Linda hadn't been back to H City for two years. Just now, she met Rowan for the first time in two years.

Sylvie leaned closer to Linda. "Mr. George looks cold, and indifferent to people. He is much unkinder

than Mr. Lowe. Would he like manicure?"

Linda didn't look up, "You are fooled by his outer appearance, he... He is a beast when he takes off his

clothes. Mr. Lowe might be lustful, but Rowan is... he loves to be beautiful like a woman... Women like

the most beautiful things, so of course, manicure should be the most coquettish."

Sylvie wanted to tell Rowan Linda's comment on him.

Linda pointed to a color and said, "I pick this one."

Sylvie looked down. Linda picked red, the brightest red, and the most seductive one.

...

Sylvie had finished her manicure, and when she looked back, she saw a tall man standing by the door.

Rowan had come.

"Mr. George, here." Sylvie curled her lips and smiled.

Rowan walked in with his long legs, his cold black eyes glancing faintly at the nail shop. "Where's

Linda?"

"Linda's doing manicure inside. It is going to be finished."

Sylvie shoved the nail book to Rowan. "Mr. George, which color do you like?"