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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 place. 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 Clark 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 female companion. 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’d latched onto a rich woman.

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 professional composure 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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kicked out–landing a solid blow right on Alexei’s firm, well–shaped ass. ‘It was

exact moment, the door swung open. The team froze, staring at the bizarre scene. Shawn

snatched a blanket, covering Natasha’s skirt, which had ridden up to

an eye. Shawn, who’d long since grown accustomed to such scenes, hung his head, his gaze

thought. ‘No kicked butt, no after–kick blanket–tucking. Business partners?

she had panicked. She thought, ‘Not my

her leg to become a trophy, but he just covered her up with a blanket?

her eyes were playing tricks on her. Alexei, looking at Lisa standing dumbly in the doorway, frowned in displeasure–he had never been this

softly and nudged Lisa. “What

room. Then she adapted to space by assigning her team to their respective roles–arranging clothes, jewelry, and various tools with

room, she had everyone except the key stylists

then approached Alexei and Natasha with utmost deference, ready to discuss ideas

She had calmed down from her initial panic. Now

was too striking. It was like

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