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    “Miss Harper, your beauty is truly extraordinary,” Bingham said, his voice sincere. His gaze briefly drifted to the table, where the diamond tiara rumored to have cost a fortune rested as though it were something trivial.


    The tiara was encrusted with countless pure diamonds that shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, disying a stunning reflection of luxury.


    Bingham couldn’t take his eyes off the tiara for a full minute before he finally snapped back to reality.


    Meanwhile, Brenna pretended not to notice that, her eyes on her phone as she typed out quick replies to Ethan and her colleagues at the studio. In just two hours, they would all be arriving.


    “Let’s get started,” Brenna said, her voice calm, waiting for Bingham to regain hisposure.


    Snapping back to the moment, Bingham smiled sheepishly, set the cases on the table, and began unpacking. He opened the cases, pulled out a stand, and secured the makeup box onto it.


    When he looked at Brenna’s wless skin, he couldn’t help but say, “Miss Harper, your skin is phenomenal. It’s smooth and absolutely wless. I have never seen anything like it. Your features are symmetrical and exquisite. Truly impable.”


    Although he was doing his best to tter her, his gaze repeatedly wandered back to the tiara.


    Brenna wasn’t especially fond of Bingham, finding his constant ttery a bit annoying.


    She paid him little attention, offering only the asional half-hearted reply to his attempts at conversation.


    Bingham’s skill with makeup was undeniable. Under his expert hands, Brenna’s beauty was elevated even further, and her hair was styled into a sophisticated updo.


    Bingham gently lifted the tiara from the table and turned to Brenna. “Miss Harper, shall I ce the crown on you now?”


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    Brenna gave a faint nod, barely looking up.


    Bingham had already noticed that the surveince cameras were only in the living room and kitchen, not in the bedroom. The other girl in the room was too absorbed in adjusting a design draft on herputer to pay him any attention.


    Brenna was also preupied, her attention fixed on replying to work messages on her phone.


    Seizing the moment, Bingham swiftly opened a ck box from his case and retrieved a nearly identical tiara. With practiced ease, he swapped the imitation for the authentic diamond tiara, putting the genuine one securely inside the ck box.


    He was certain no one had seen him and was confident his actions had been smooth.


    When he turned back, Brenna remained engrossed in her phone, her fingers flying across the screen.


    Letting out a relieved breath, he steadied himself. As long as no one saw him doing that, everything would be fine.


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