"It's good you admit it. You can always get surgery, what do you want to look like?" Sarah Sullivan asked.
"I... can I become this? Or even more beautiful than her!"
Nora Sullivan gritted her teeth and pulled out a photo, placing it in front of Sarah.
"I want to look like this!"
Earlier, Nora hesitated a bit, but seeing that this Dr. Sullivan didn't recognize her.
So she became bolder.
Looking at the photo Nora took out, Sarah smiled slightly: "Isn't this a photo of that street style goddess Sarah Sullivan? You want to become her?"
Indeed, the photo Nora took out was of Sarah Sullivan.
Nora gritted her teeth: "No! I want to be even more beautiful than this woman! Is there a way?"
Sarah twirled the photo in her hand playfully: "What's your relationship with this street style goddess?"
Nora stammered, "I... I'm her fan..."
Sarah's gaze suddenly turned cold. She picked up another cup of coffee from the table and splashed it right in Nora's face.
