Natasha slept soundly in her room after giving the couch to the drunk Alexei. At nine the next morning, the doorbell rang. Shawn burst in with a crowd.


    The apartment was tiny. When makeup artists and stylists filed in, their racks of couture gowns and jewelry had to be left lining the hallway outside–a jarring contrast to the ordinary apartment.


    Staff gaped, wondering if Shawn had led them to the wrong ce. This is Alexei–the big shot in Andphis City. Would he slum it here?‘ they thought. Anxieties simmered.


    Shawn warned them, “Focus entirely on Miss rk today. No looking around, no gossip, no touching. Keep your mouths shut about anything you see inside.”


    Lead stylist Lisa gave a confident nod. Even without his warning, she’d drilled her team–this client demanded 100% focus.


    This was Alexei’s first request for on–site styling for a femalepanion. The news alone was striking. Alexei, who’d spent years keeping women at arm’s length, had never gone to such lengths for anyone.


    To make sure this order went off without a hitch, Lisa was personally overseeing every step today. Lisa had her agenda, too. Her studio and that cross–dressing creep next door had been long–term rivals.


    clever Both being top–tier styling salons, they were locked in a relentless battle. For every trick one came up with, the other had a countermove, leaving their rivalry evenly matched and fiercely intense.


    Now, this rare chance to connect with Alexei, the heir of the Turner family, was a winning opportunity.


    Lisa believed that with her years of hard–earned experience, honed through countless battles in the industry, she could outdo that tasteless creep who’d grown arrogant just because he’dtched onto a rich woman. <fn5f88> Read full story at find?novel</fn5f88>


    Flicking her hair back, Lisa strode forward confidently in her high heels. She smirked inwardly, ‘Even if today’s client is a handful, I’ll make her beam.‘


    Then she stepped inside, and her professionalposure nearly shattered. ‘Sweet heavens. Am I gonna get killed?‘ she thought.


    On the couch, Natasha blinked sleepily, still grumpy from being woken. Alexei, trying to rouse her, had tricked her into biting a lemon slice–her mouth watered from the sourness.


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    Furious, Natasha had kicked outnding a solid blow right on Alexei’s firm, well–shaped ass. ‘It was surprisingly springy,’ she thought.


    Unfazed, Alexei caught her offending ankle. At that exact moment, the door swung open. The team froze, staring at the bizarre scene. Shawn had texted they’d arrived, so Natasha had left the door ajar.


    Alexei recovered first, unfazed by being seen. He snatched a nket, covering Natasha’s skirt, which had ridden up to her thighs. Natasha yanked her foot back, sitting up–innocent and demure.


    It all happened in the blink of an eye. Shawn, who’d long since grown ustomed to such scenes, hung his head, his gaze fixed on the floor.


    ‘I saw nothing,‘ Shawn thought. ‘No kicked butt, no after–kick nket–tucking. Business partners? Come on.‘


    Lisa’s mind reeled. When Natasha kicked, she had panicked. She thought, ‘Not my big break turning into a crime scene.


    ‘That’s Mr. Turner. She dared to kick his ass? I braced for her leg to be a trophy, but he just covered her up with a nket? That’s it?‘


    For a split second, Lisa wondered if her eyes were ying tricks on her. Alexei, looking at Lisa standing dumbly in the doorway, frowned in displeasure–he had never been this patient with outsiders.


    Shawn immediately cleared his throat softly and nudged Lisa. “What are you standing there for? Hurry up.”


    Lisa recovered quickly. As a pro, she swiftly surveyed the room. Then she adapted to space by assigning her team to their respective roles–arranging clothes, jewelry, and various tools with precision.


    To avoid overcrowding the room, she had everyone except the key stylists and makeup artists wait outside in shifts.


    Lisa herself then approached Alexei and Natasha with utmost deference, ready to discuss ideas directly with Natasha once more.


    Lisa walked closer. She had calmed down from her initial panic. Now she looked at Natasha on the couch.


    She had expected Alexei’s choice wouldn’t be ordinary. But Natasha’s face was too striking. It was like a masterpiece by God. Adding or removing even a little would ruin it.


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    Even without her status as Alexei’spanion, Lisa felt excited seeing such a stunning face. Ideas flooded her mind.


    She wondered, ‘This face would dazzle crowds. That’s weird. Such an unforgettable beauty should have made news if she’d been around. Must mean she’s new to the styling scene.


    ‘Not a rich heiress, that’s for sure. And with that poise, she’s no kept woman either. A fresh face in showbiz, maybe?‘


    ‘Nah, enough of that.‘ Lisa shook off the gossip and focused on the task at hand. ‘Whoever she is, my job’s to nail this.‘


    Natasha’s gentle demeanor eased Lisa’s nerves. Since they’d attend events together, Lisa asked Alexei’s style preferences. He shrugged. “Dress her first. I’ll match.”


    Lisa’s estimation of Natasha’s importance skyrocketed. “Miss rk, any specific ideas? Or shall we start with trying gowns?”


    Natasha had asked Alexei the day before what kind of role she should adopt for the Turners‘ lunch. He replied, “Be audacious, utterly audacious.”


    Natasha understood his words. A family lunch called for understated opulence radiating the aura of a spoiled, dazzlingdy.


    While the evening of rk’s birthday required the opposite. Dressing too shy would only invite trouble if conflicts arose, so she’d y it delicate and vulnerable instead.


    When sheid out these two starkly different styles, Lisa’s mind immediately sparked with ideas. She replied, “Consider it done, Miss rk. You’ll be perfect.”


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