Chapter 1070 Makeover
- Hannah observed the person standing in front of her. He looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, his hair reaching the nape of his neck, fringes almost reaching his eyes and was wearing a printed T-shirt and ripped black jeans. The way he effortlessly pulled off the outfit outshone the entire street, but his most prominent feature was his long, slender fingers, almost as delicate as a queen's hand, but large.
- “Yes, I'm Hannah Young, but who are you?” Hannah was certain that they never crossed path with each other. How does the guy know my name?
- “I am the chief makeup artist from Aimee Group, Franchot Dunn. You can call me Franchot,” introduced the young man.