MTL - The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl - Chapter 101 Makeup

The story follows Matt, a young man planning to delve the rifts responsible for the monsters that destroyed his city and killed his parents. His dreams are crushed when his Tier 1 Talent is rated as detrimental, and no guild or group will take him.Working at a nearby inn, he meets a mysterious and powerful couple. They give him a chance to join The Path of Ascension, an empire wide race to ascend the Tiers and become living legends.With their recommendation and a stolen skill, Matt begins his journey to the peak of power.

Leon Thorne was the disgrace of his house, overweight, softspoken, and dismissed as a failure before he ever picked up a sword. Mocked during the Awakening and branded an F-rank, he was expected to fade quietly from the halls of power.But he didn’t.Because this wasn’t his first life.In another timeline, Leon watched House Thorne fall, shamed, scattered and erased from history. Powerless to stop it then, he’s been given one chance to rewrite it now.Stripped of excuses and reshaped by hardship, Leon claws his way forward—through blood, sweat and silence. Now, leaner and sharper, he enters an academy where only strength speaks and legacy decides your worth.But Leon carries no crest. No backing. Just scars, a sword, and the will to shatter fate itself.He’s not looking to be acknowledged or praised.He’s going to rewrite everything.NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES.

She, the second daughter of the Bluen consortium, a figure of envy among the rich second generation. No matter who she mentioned, they were all figures that others flocked towards. However, her boyfriend was getting married, but she was not the bride. She, who had always been so noble and lofty, was cruelly abandoned.He, the CEO of Valence Group, the intimidating young master of the Horne family and a prime example of the rich second generation. Little did people know, his bride ran away on the day he planned to register for marriage. He too, was cruelly abandoned.Laughably so, He was her soon-to-be brother-in-law.Seeing her angry and lonely future brother-in-law, she suddenly jeered, “We both have been abandoned. We would make a perfect pair.”He pursed his lips in silence.The next day, he took her to the Civil Affairs Office to go through the marriage registration process, having her replace her runaway sister as his bride.(Declaration of Ownership Chapter)“Julia, I now realize that I have always loved you. Do you know that I think of you all the time? I married her just so I could have a secure footing in the company.” Her ex-boyfriend, gripping her hand, whispered this soft confession of his misguided actions in the past.Before she could react, a strong hand appeared out of nowhere, fiercely grasping her ex-boyfriend's wrist. He cried out in pain, causing a stir among the guests at the wine party.He stood by her side, one arm draped across her shoulders, gently and passionately smiling while saying, “Wife, tell him, who am I to you?”Gazing at his handsome appearance, noble aura, and two bodyguards following him, her ex-boyfriend's face quickly drained of color, as if he had just realized something.(Cherishing Her Chapter)“Young master, the young mistress said something strange today.” The housekeeper, trailing behind him, was reporting her daily activities.“What did she say?”“The young mistress said she wonders if snow flying in June would be beautiful.” The housekeeper finished his report and carefully observed his reaction. After all, how could it be possible for there to be falling snow in the scorching heat of June?Once again, he pursed his lips in silence, then silently went upstairs.The next day.As soon as she stepped out of the main house, she was stunned. The sunrise filled the high sky while the expansive courtyard was covered in white snow. It was a vast expanse of white, as if it were midwinter, and countless snowflakes were dancing in the sky. The snowstorm was of extreme beauty.

Emperor Yongning craved a daughter but had eighteen sons instead. Desperate, he consulted a diviner: “Am I fated to have a daughter?” The diviner replied, “Your Majesty, you already have a daughter.” Yongning dismissed it: “I have eighteen sons, no daughter.” The diviner insisted: “Seventeen sons, one daughter.” Yongning scoffed, “Impossible!”Until one day, Yongning’s eighteenth “son,” Jun Ning, appeared in a pink dress, hair in twin buns, beaming: “Father, I’m not a prince—I’m your longed-for princess!” Yongning spluttered, “Nonsense! You’re my son.” Jun Ning retorted, “No, I’m your daughter.”“Guard! Verify her!” The results were undeniable—Jun Ning was a girl.Yongning’s eyes widened: “...I... I have a precious daughter!”