Chapter 587: Chapter 587: A Substitute for the Top 2 Fan

Veronica Young immediately got up to get her makeup.

"Auntie Susan, come over here."

"Okay." Sharon Willows looked at Mike and said with a warm smile, "Milo, you should eat more."

"You got it! This is delicious. Auntie Susan, your cooking is better than a five-star chef’s," Mike praised.

Sharon Willows sat down in front of the mirror and asked again, a little uneasy, "Joy, will doing my makeup get in the way of your work? Maybe you shouldn’t do it."

"It won’t." Veronica Young pushed the cup of milk tea into her hands. "Auntie Susan, you can drink this while I do your makeup."

Perhaps afraid she wouldn’t drink it, Veronica Young leaned in and whispered in her ear, "This is a token of Mike’s goodwill. If you don’t drink it, he’ll think you have a problem with him."

Upon hearing this, Sharon Willows nodded quickly. "I’ll definitely finish it. Milo is such a great guy, how could I possibly have a problem with him?"

"Good." Veronica Young beamed. "Auntie Susan, I’ll wipe your face first."

"Okay." Sharon Willows gave a small smile. "Thank you for your hard work, Joy."

"It’s no trouble." Veronica Young took her hand and pushed the milk tea to her lips. "Hurry and drink it. It won’t taste as good if it sits for too long."

"Okay." Sharon Willows drank nearly half the cup in one go.

Veronica Young finished applying her foundation and was about to do her eyebrows when she saw the older woman’s eyelids drooping. She looked very sleepy.

Sharon Willows mumbled, "Joy, you’re making me so relaxed I’m about to fall asleep."

A smile touched Veronica Young’s lips. "Auntie Susan, if you’re tired and sleepy, why don’t you go lie down on the bed for a bit?"

With that, she pulled Sharon Willows to her feet, half-dragging and half-pushing her onto the large bed in the room.

Sharon Willows’s consciousness began to blur. Her eyelids felt as heavy as lead. She wanted desperately to open her eyes, but an immense weight seemed to press down on her, making it impossible.

Veronica Young held the eyebrow pencil and finished drawing her brows, then applied lipstick. Only then did she try calling out to her. "Auntie Susan, are you asleep? Auntie Susan?"

Mike stood leaning against the doorframe, holding his own milk tea. "Joy, how’s it going? Top Contributor Number Three will be here soon."

"I’ll try calling her again." Veronica Young tried shoving Sharon Willows, but seeing no reaction, she clapped her hands. "Alright, it’s done. Let’s change her clothes."

"You do it, then." Mike turned to leave but was stopped.

"Don’t you go anywhere. Come over here and help."

"Me, help? That’s not right, is it?"

"What’s not right about it? How am I supposed to change her by myself? Are you trying to work me to death?"

"But she’s your stepmom, after all," Mike said. "It’s not appropriate."

"Stepmom?" Veronica Young scoffed. "Her? She’s more like my dad’s nanny. They don’t even have a marriage license. He could kick her out at any time."

"Since you put it that way, I won’t stand on ceremony." As he spoke, Mike put down his milk tea cup.

"I told you to help me change her clothes, not to grope her," Veronica Young warned.

Mike made a disgusted face. "Who’d be interested in an old hag like her?"

The two of them quickly changed Sharon Willows into a red slip dress.

As Mike walked out of the room, he couldn’t help but remark, "Your stepmom’s actually got a pretty good figure. No wonder she managed to snag your dad."

Veronica Young reached out and twisted his arm. "Are you asking for a death wish?"

"OW, ow, ow, that hurts." Mike said irritably, "I’m going to go get Top Contributor Number Three. Hurry up, put on your mask, and go to the next room."

"I know." Veronica Young put on a mask and a hat and went into the other room.

Mike went out alone and returned with a man in his thirties. The man had small eyes and a large head, but his belly was even larger.

"Bro, Joy is in here." Mike, also wearing a mask, led Top Contributor Number Three to the door of the room where Sharon Willows lay.

Top Contributor Number Three peered inside and could faintly make out a graceful figure lying on the bed. A lecherous smile spread across his fleshy face.

He walked in, rubbing his hands together.

"I’ll be right outside, just shout if you need anything..." Before Mike could finish, the closing door nearly slammed into his nose.

But soon, Top Contributor Number Three ran back out, frowning. "Hey, is she really Joy? How come she looks different from her videos? And why isn’t she moving at all?"

"Bro, of course she’s going to look different from the videos. The videos all have beauty filters," Mike explained. "As for why she isn’t moving, she’s probably just exhausted. Don’t worry, bro."

"Are you sure?" Top Contributor Number Three was still unconvinced.

Mike put on a solemn expression. "There won’t be any problems. I guarantee it’s safe."

Only then did Top Contributor Number Three hesitantly close the door again.

About an hour passed before the door opened again.

Top Contributor Number Three walked out, buckling his belt and panting. "Just how tired is this Joy, anyway? She was completely dead to the world. The experience was terrible."

"Sorry about that, bro," Mike said, trying to placate him. "Her work schedule is insane. Besides streaming, Joy has to work part-time jobs."

"Why does she work herself that hard?" Top Contributor Number Three asked, confused.

Mike sighed. "She has no choice. Her family is short on money. She’s got a whole household of old, sick, and disabled people depending on her. It’s really tough."

"I’ll transfer her some more money, then. Tell her to do less part-time work." As he spoke, Top Contributor Number Three took out his phone to make a transfer.

Mike was thrilled. He reminded him, "Bro, remember to write ’voluntary gift’ in the memo."

Top Contributor Number Three transferred 52,000. "Let her rest. You shouldn’t go in."

"I know. I definitely won’t disturb her."

"I’m leaving."

"Alright, bro. I’ll see you out."

After seeing Top Contributor Number Three off, Mike called Veronica Young out. "Joy, Top Contributor Number Three was quite satisfied with your stepmom. He just transferred 52,000 to us."

"I’m surprised that old hag is worth so much," Veronica Young said, her tone dripping with contempt.

Mike urged her, "Hurry up and go get your stepmom sorted out. Don’t wait for her to wake up and realize something’s wrong."

The two went into the room and changed Sharon Willows back into her original clothes.

Mike noticed her lipstick was completely smeared and her lips were slightly swollen. "Joy, should we take this makeup off and redo it?"

"Like I have time for that?" Veronica Young snapped.

"Then what do we do? The moment she looks in a mirror, she’ll know."

"Just take it off. If she asks, tell her she was just really tired and dreaming."

"Good idea."

Outside the window, Azalea saw everything that happened in the room with perfect clarity.

Pip the Sparrow told Renee Jennings, "A bird friend said the male human was treating the evil human’s stepmom like a toy, bending her this way and that."

A sharp anger clouded Renee Jennings’s delicate features. The hand at her side clenched into a tight fist. ’To think that woman, Joy, could be so utterly depraved!’

’Selling out her own stepmother for money!’

Renee Jennings’s slender brows furrowed deeply. She pressed, "You just said she’s about to trick a friend. What’s that about?"

Pip the Sparrow said, "The bird heard her talking with the male. It seems she’s supposed to meet some ’Top Contributor Number Two’ today, and she’s going to have her friend take her place with him."

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