Chapter 75: I Can Only Advise You to Get Plastic Surgery

Downstairs, there were three or four young men dressed in black uniforms sitting on the sofa in the living room. Each one of them was extremely handsome with rosy cheeks and white teeth. They all wore black suits that accentuated their slender and tall figures. At first glance, they looked like a boy band. In fact, they really were a team. And they were famous stylists in Chulae. The young man leading them was named Tony Jackson, who had dyed his hair golden yellow. When he saw Cheyenne, he let out an exclamation of surprise. "Oh my god! Miss Lawrence, you are truly an angel sent by heaven! So cute and charming!" His exaggerated expression amused Cheyenne. She pretended to be aloof as she walked down the stairs with her gold high heels making rhythmic sounds accompanied by her cold laughter. "Is this what you say to every customer?" Tony couldn't help but pause for a moment before smiling even more broadly as he helped Cheyenne sit down on a chair by placing his hand on her sho