“['m not trying to flatter you. You're genuinely so beautiful, Ariana." Marge's face couldn't help but fill with envy.

"I've told most of my friends about you and bragged that we have a beautiful agent like you in our company. In my opinion, beauty should be with beautiful men. It's pleasing to the eyes, you know.”

Ariana raised her eyebrows, amused. It turned out that this girl was in love with her appearance. No wonder Marge was so friendly toward her as soon as she entered the company.

“By the way, what does the lucky guy look like?" Marge was an easygoing person and started chit-chatting with Ariana comfortably.

Ariana was taken aback by the sudden question.