The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 174

Hazel could clearly perceive a sense of disdain from Vivienne’s indifferent demeanor.

She didn’t know when her tears started to flow, but she could only stand rigidly under the gaze of everyone, feeling the cold razor blade being dragged over her scalp again and again. Her heart fluttered from anger, despair, humillation, and shame, but she had no choice but to endure it.

After the last strand of hair was shaved off, Charlotte proudly showed Hazel’s bald head to Vivienne. “Well? My skills aren’t bad, right? Not a single scratch! This is the skill I honed from years of grooming our family’s

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room looked at Hazel’s bald head, which was as smooth as a hard–boiled egu, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It seemed as if Charlotte was treating Hazel like a dog.

Vivienne was somewhat surprised. She had initially chosen a random person to shave Hazel’s head, hoping that their lack of skill would cause Hazel some discomfort. But she hadn’t expected the result to be so smooth.

A cold breeze rushed into the ballroom, and Hazel suddenly felt a chill run over her bald head. Unable to hold back any longer, she burst into tears.

Clutching her head, she fell to her knees on the glass of the runway, not having the time to ponder how she was suddenly able to move and speak. Amid her tears and curses, she began to berate the two standing in. front of her. “Charlotte, Vivienne, you two are…”

“Heh.” Vivienne let out a cold, soft chuckle.

Hazel froze, remembering her earlier inability to speak or move, and immediately fell silent.

The whispers and murmurs from the crowd, along with their either gloating or pitying gazes, became too much for her to bear. She pushed herself up and ran from the room.

“Hazel!” Arabella feigned concern as she tried to comfort her.

Hazel brushed off her hand and glared at her resentfully.

“Hazel, why are you looking at me like that?” Arabella took a step back in feigned fear. “You know it’s not my fault. My sister wouldn’t give me any leeway, and besides, your hair will grow back soon if you take good care of it.”

In the end, Hazel shot Vivienne a spiteful look before running out of the ballroom with her bald head under the gaze of everyone present.

“Helen.” Arabella looked at Helen on the runway with an innocent expression. “Is Hazel angry with me? But I really couldn’t help it. I already pleaded with Grandma.”

When Hazel was able to move, Helen also regained her mobility. She gave Arabella a complex look.

Helen could see the truth clearly. Hazel had stood up for Arabella, but Arabella hadn’t done all she could to help Hazel.

the end, she could only say, “It’ll be okay once her hair grows

a knowing smile. Only she knew that Hazel’s hair wouldn’t grow back. Hazel had said she wanted

up to the Italian model, unable to take her hands off the

wait for the model to take off the dress

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perceive a sense of disdain

only stand rigidly under the gaze of everyone, feeling the cold razor blade being

hair was shaved off, Charlotte proudly showed Hazel’s bald head to Vivienne. “Well? My skills aren’t bad, right? Not a single scratch! This is the skill I

as a hard–boiled egg, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It seemed as if

chosen a random person to shave Hazel’s head, hoping that their lack of skill

a chill run over her bald head. Unable to hold back any longer, she

runway, not having the time to ponder how she was suddenly able to

out a cold,

her earlier inability to speak or move, and immediately

along with their either gloating or pitying gazes, became too much for her to bear. She pushed herself up and

Arabella feigned concern as she

off her hand and glared at

know it’s not my fault. My sister wouldn’t give me

care of it.”

out of the ballroom with her bald

innocent expression. “Is Hazel

Hazel was able to move, Helen also regained her mobility.

stood up for Arabella, but Arabella hadn’t

say, “It’ll be okay once her

Hazel’s hair wouldn’t grow back. Hazel had said

up to the Italian

was something he hadnt even had enough time to admire. But since

Charlotte backstage, hoping to get a few

leaving, he reminded Vivienne, “You promised to help me with the design sketches. You

have I ever gone

Mike

the commotion on the runway came to

hand suddenly reached out from the side of the stairs, offering a gentlemanly hand to