Chapter 1856 Bookings Flood In
- After Spencer had assured the stylist that everything was fine, he hung up the phone.
- The stylist stood frozen on the spot alone, staring blankly at his phone. His immediate superior, the owner of the studio, roared in a fit of rage, “Is Mrs. Nolan upset? We're just a small styling studio... Don't make us go bankrupt!”
- “She said we can post some frontal photos,” the stylist murmured.