The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley)

Chapter 274 Mrs Dean's Unwavering Resolve

"So, I wasn't planning on going alone. I need you to come with me," Samantha insisted, her voice firm and resolute.

Finley could only stare at her in silence, his expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

"I..." She began, fully aware of Finley's aversion to leaving their residence. Even when he did venture out, it was usually only to the office. Now, she was asking him to step into the vibrant chaos of a bustling bar.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

In her mind, this excursion served two purposes: firstly, to capture the perfect video, and secondly, to help Finley acclimate to being in a crowd. His disfigurement should not be an obstacle to a normal social life.

With determination shining in her eyes, Samantha reached out and took hold of Finley's arm. "Finley, just a moment ago, you were worried about me, a girl, going to a bar and facing potential danger. Now, I'm asking you to accompany me. If you refuse, it would mean you're aware of the risks but chose not to come along. Doesn't that show that you don't care about me?"

Edmond, who had been silently observing, was taken aback. Was he not the only one involved?

Finley, his gaze deep and contemplative, looked at Samantha before finally nodding. "Alright, I'll come with you."

With that agreement, they left the room, their hands clasped together.

Edmond quickly rose to follow them. "Mr. Dean, Mrs. Dean, please wait for me!"

Before long, Samantha, Finley, and Edmond were in a car, leaving the estate behind as the vehicle glided through the night.

Emily, concealed in the shadows, watched as Finley's car disappeared into the distance. They had just been upstairs indulging in play, and now it seemed they were heading out for more excitement. Was this all Samantha's doing?

Lost in thought, Emily observed the maids descending from the upper floors. As they walked, they spoke with awe about Samantha. "Mrs.

Dean is truly remarkable.rs

face once so rough and

Look at my

unappealing, yet she transformed

me into a vision of beauty.

"See my face, which is covered in blemishes. After just a few strokes from Mrs. Dean, I feel like a completely new person."

"Mrs. Dean's makeup skills are nothing short of extraordinary. She is simply incredible."

The maids chattered enthusiastically as they removed their makeup in the room, their revealing dresses accentuating their well-toned figures.

All of this brilliance was the work of Samantha. How had she become so exceptional? Emily struggled to accept it, feeling a surge of envy.

...

Upon arriving at the bar, Samantha immediately secured a private room. She had it elegantly decorated and called in a few women to change their outfits. The scene was set, and the video shoot began. The ambiance was perfect-capturing the exact essence she had envisioned.

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The result wasn't identical to the original but ninety percent similar.

Samantha had known that a bar setting was essential for the video. Filming at home, no matter how meticulously arranged, could never replicate the lively atmosphere of a real bar. Half an hour later, she had completed the video, reviewing it against the original with satisfaction.

"Alright, your task is done. You can leave now," Samantha said to Edmond.

Edmond, now dressed and

surrounded by a group of women, exited the room. After he left, Samantha dismissed the remaining women. Finley, feeling

uncomfortable under the gaze of so many women, waited patiently in the car for Samantha to finish.