Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 80

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Larry immediately entered the lounge. “What are your orders, President Luke?”

Hanson only quietly stood there with a conflicted expression on his face.

Sensing his boss’ change of mood, Larry asked out of consideration, “President Luke, is there anything

I can help you with?”

With eyes full of disdain, Hanson glanced over at the man who not only also had a black suit on, but

was also an old man who had been a bachelor for over 30 years of his life. It was clear from Hanson’s

gaze that the last thing he needed was Larry’s help.

Upon seeing that, Larry was rather speechless.

Did I just get looked down upon? I didn’t even do anything!

As Larry quietly grumbled to himself, Hanson suddenly instructed him in a proud voice, “Bring me a suit

of the latest design from this season.”

He hesitated for a moment before adding, “I want something bright. Bring me one with actual colors

and patterns.”

“Understood.”

Larry went from being a confused man to a busybody after hearing his boss taking the initiative to ask

for clothes.

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He didn’t even take a glance when the designer came with samples before, but not only is he asking for

one with colors now, he also wants patterns?

Larry began to think of all the possible reasons Hanson could be acting this way, and he suddenly

remembered that Hanson was meeting Vania that day.

He wasn’t even done musing when Hanson spoke again with more arrogance in his voice this time.

“Tell Lewis to come.”

Lewis Peacock was Hanson’s personal stylist. He was also the best stylist in Hillsworth. He was

someone that not even celebrities or prominent figures in the business world could hire even if they

wanted to.

Upon hearing his instruction, Larry came to a slight pause before answering, “Roger that.”

He could never have imagined that there was such a passionate fire burning under Hanson’s ice-cold

façade.

Not thinking that there was anything off about his behavior, Hanson had already returned to his desk.

Five minutes had passed when Lewis came scurrying into the office with his own assistant.

Seeing the big boss quietly sitting there, the designer gingerly asked, “President Luke, is there

something you need?”

Even though Hanson had him as a personal stylist, the man had somehow never used Lewis’ services

before.

Hanson didn’t want to burden Lewis with too tough a task, so he made a simple first request. “Design a

simple hairstyle for me.”

“Uh…” Lewis was so surprised he almost fell to the floor as he yelped.

How am I supposed to do anything to a buzzcut?!

Hanson’s gaze turned cold as he looked at the designer and he demanded, “What is the matter? Too

hard for you?”

“No!” Lewis quickly waved his hands and lied through his teeth. “It is not hard at all.”

Hanson then grunted before he told the man to begin.

Not knowing where to start, Lewis started to take shaky steps toward the other man.

Having no choice but to put on a forced smile, he could only keep constructing himself mentally. He

kept persuading himself that it was because he lacked the skill, and not because Hanson’s request was

hard that he was shaking like a leaf now.

However, despite how hard he tried to convince himself, the truth was right there in front of him. Lewis

really didn’t know what he could do with that inch-long head of hair.

At last, he bit the bullet and decided that the only way to go was to cut Hanson’s hair even shorter.

It only took a short while before Lewis presented Hanson with a mirror. “President Luke, how is this…?”

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Hanson took a look into the mirror and finally gave a satisfied nod. “Wonderful. Your bonus this month

will be doubled.”

“Huh? Thank you, President Luke!” At that instant, Lewis was so overjoyed he felt like he had just

survived a scary ride at a theme part.

About 30 minutes later, Lewis and a few people came into the office with their hands full of bags and

packages.

They then showcased a row of brightly colored clothes in front of Hanson.

The apparels were so glaringly eye-catching they were somehow painful to look at.

“President Luke, here are all the latest designs.” Looking at the pieces he managed to collect within the

allocated time, Lewis let out a sigh. These were so hard to find!

Hanson could feel his eyelid twitch as he looked at the clothes his stylist had prepared. “Lewis, do you

find your salary too high? Or is it because you don’t want this job anymore?” He pinched the bridge of

his nose. “I will be deducting your salary this month.”

“What?!” the designer exclaimed as he patted his chest to calm his weakening heart. At that point, he

had to take a gamble in order to save his pay. “President Luke, if a charismatic gentleman such as your

honorable self were to put on a unique, distinctive suit like what I have here, it will definitely help you at

getting Ms. Greys—uh… I mean… at getting the ladies’ attention. It will especially work like a charm on

women who work in design.”

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