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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 stuand 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 cup

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 | 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 out-landing 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 blanket, 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 accustomed to such scenes, hung his

head, his gaze fixed on the floor.

‘I saw nothing,’ Shawn thought. ‘No kicked butt, no after-kick blanket-tucking. Business partners? Con.’

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? | braced for her leg to beca trophy, but he just covered her up

with a blanket? That's it?"

For a split second, Lisa wondered if her eyes were playing 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’s companion, Lisa felt excited seeing such a stunning face. Ideas flooded her

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

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

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Lisa's estimation of Natasha's importance skyrocketed. “Miss Clark, 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.”

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When she laid out these two starkly different styles, Lisa's mind immediately sparked with ideas. She replied,

“Consider it done, Miss Clark. You'll be perfect.”

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