He took the bottle of whiskey from the table and poured himself a glass. Then, pointing at the man's face, he said, “Didn't you get plastic surgery to look like Bruce?”
“I don't have such a weird fetish,” Armand replied as he paused the video.
He clinked glasses with Cooper and said, “I spent a lot of money and contacted a few doctors from a top research center to make me a hyper-realistic mask.”
The latter was in disbelief when he heard that. “Aren't hyper-realistic masks really thick?”
He had met Armand with the hyper-realistic mask previously. His face looked like it was exactly like the original. There wasn't a single indication that it was a mask from his eyes to his neck.
“That mask is really thin. You would have to put on makeup and medicine once you put it on too.” It was time-consuming and tiring to repeat the process every day.
However, the thought of Genevieve and the children made him a little less tired, and he was able to keep it up.
After finding out that the mask cost two hundred thousand and that he needed to change it every day, Cooper felt that it was only reasonable that it was so expensive.
Taking a glance at Armand's fair skin, he asked, “Was your skin bleached?”
The former replied with a grunt before he took a sip of the whiskey. “I have to do it twice a month, and I have to take medicine before going to sleep every night.”
“Can't you just use an excuse? You could have said you went to the beach or something.”
“Do you think I didn't want to?” Armand sounded upset as he said, “Bruce is a celebrity. Everyone in the company has their eyes on him, and they need him to be fair and handsome. I can't even get the tiniest bit of tan.”
At the sight of the look of displeasure on his face, Cooper put his arm at the back of the couch and said, “I can't believe our Mr. Faulkner has become someone else's employee now.”
Until now, that is.
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when r u gonna continue writing the novel ?...