CHAPTER 176 SHORT HAIRSTYLE

Elliot smiled as he explained to her, "Tony loves it when we do this, it's part of his pleasures at work."

"Really now..." giggled Yvonne.

'That’s quite a fetish he's got there.'

"Why hello Mr. Taylor, long time no see." A pretentious male voice suddenly came from above.

Yvonne gathered her thoughts and looked in the direction where the voice came from - it was a longhaired man who was very femininely dressed and had his orchid finger raised as he walked down the stairs towards them.

Yvonne was shocked when she saw the man.

"He...he’s a drag queen?"

"Tony, calm yourself, you're scaring my partner," said Elliot as he held Yvonne’s shoulder, his tone slightly discontent with Tony’s behavior.

"Am I not calm?" Tony said as he rolled his eyes. He turned to look at Yvonne and stared at her with a face full of contempt. "Mr. Taylor, this is your partner?"

"Is there a problem?" answered Elliot with a charming smile.

Tony gulped, "Of course there is, and it’s absurd. How could your taste in women be so bland? I mean, from which corner did you pick up this bland looking woman? It hurts my eyes just to look at her."

Yvonne lowered her head and looked at the ground out of shame as she heard this.

Elliot noticed this and immediately changed his expression from a charming smile to a stone-cold stare towards Tony.

Tony realized his mistake and shuddered. He hurriedly attempted to make amends, "I'm so sorry madam, I must've left my brains upstairs. Please forgive me for my rudeness.”

"It's okay," said Yvonne as she forced a smile. "You're right though, my current appearance truly is unattractive."

"No no no," said Tony as he frantically waved his hands. "There are no ugly women, only lazy ones."

After saying this, he took her hand and pulled her to a chair facing a large mirror. "Remember this look madam, for I will transform you into a beautiful butterfly, the prettiest in the world. All you have to do i s trust me."

Yvonne raised her eyebrows so high a few lines of wrinkles popped out.

Was that a line from an advertisement?

Why did it sound so familiar, not to mention cliche!

"Alright Tony,” said Elliot as he patted Tony on the shoulder. "Just get on with it, and you might want to drop your idea of transformation. Remember, I need a secretary, not a fashion model, so keep your focus on that.”

"A secretary you say.” The sparkle in Tony's eyes disappeared almost completely. "Let's get started then. Office apparel would suffice in this case. As for the hair... Let’s go with a wavy hairstyle to show off her elegance.”

Elliot rubbed his chin and nodded, "You are a top-notch stylist, after all, so do as you please.”

"Is that a compliment, Mr. Taylor?" said Tony with a seductive smile, but a smile with that big masculine face of his seemed off no matter which angle you looked at it.

Yvonne suddenly voiced out loud, "Um..."

“What is it?" Both Elliot and Tony turned to look at her.

Yvonne pointed at her hair, "Can I cut my hair to this length?"

Tony’s face dropped, "Madam, are you doubting my skills as a stylist? Why do you want to cut it that short?”

"No, it’s just..." As though she had an unspeakable reason, Yvonne bit her lip. She took a big breath before continuing what she wanted to say, "I'm not underestimating your skills at all Tony, but if you try t o gently pull my hair, you’ll understand why I've decided to have it short."

"Really?" said Tony doubtfully. He then proceeded to d o as she asked and was shocked.

He stared at the flock of hair that fell off from her head His hands were shaking and his heart ached, "0 h my God, what's with this absurd hair loss?"

Elliot was stunned as well. "Yvonne, how is this happening?"

A normal human would've only lost one or two strands of hair, but Yvonne was losing flocks of hair continuously. Something was definitely not right with her.

Yvonne gave a wry smile. "It's because of my body condition that my hair is..."

"That your hair is continuously falling off?" continued Elliot before she could finish her sentence.

Yvonne nodded. "I suppose so."

"I'm so sorry madam, I have misjudged you." Tony blew off the hair from his hand, and he gently patted her head, "Don't worry, I will give you the best-looking short hairstyle."

"Thank you,” smiled Yvonne gratefully.

"I guess I can leave it in your good hands now Tony, I'm going to head to the men's room." Elliot grabbed his phone and left.

When he returned, Yvonne’s makeover was already finished.

Tony grunted as he saw Elliot. "I thought you had sneaked off, Mr. Taylor."

"Do I look like that kind of guy?" said Elliot with a wink.

Elliot had gone out to instruct his men to do a background check on what had happened to Yvonne within the past month, and he had been waiting for them to reply.

Never did he know that the findings would give him such a shock.

The way the Conrads had treated her, forcefully taking her bone marrow and sacrificing her unborn child in the process was inhumane. But the worst part was that her own husband, Henry Lancaster, didn’t even lift a finger to get the justice she deserved. No wonder she divorced him. 1

Thinking of this, Elliot didn't know whether to sympathize or to pity her.

"It's done?" He turned to look at Yvonne and his eyes shone immediately.

All he could see was a lady who had gone through a complete makeover, dressed in black office apparel, matched with short hair which just covered her ears. The former weak-looking Yvonne had now become a stunningly charming woman.

"How do I look? Is it ok?" asked Yvonne as she raised her arms.

Elliot gave her a thumbs up and replied, "Looks good. Shall we go then, my secretary?" 1

He arched his elbows at her.

Yvonne saw this and raised an eyebrow. She was reluctant to play along, but after having a quick thought about her current identity, she went up to hold onto Elliot's elbow.

Elliot was slightly taken back. He had expected her to reject his offer, but who knew that she would actually take his arm? He quickly gathered his thoughts and smiled.

The couple bid Tony farewell, left the shop, and went back to the hotel opposite.

The client had been waiting for them at the hotel for quite some time and didn’t look too happy when he saw them.

But Elliot managed to turn around the situation easily and got the client to sign the contract as planned.

"Sorry for what happened just now," said Yvonne as she sipped her glass of apple juice.

Elliot put down the contract in his hands, "What for?"

"You had to endure the client’s cold treatment and the meeting could've gone south, all because I had to get m y hair done..."

"You don’t have to apologize for anything. The client would never have dared to abandon the contract. The Taylor Group is far bigger and more powerful than his company. So, again, you don’t have to apologize, It's no big deal," said Elliot as he smiled gently.

Hearing this, Yvonne breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad that you think that way."

"Relax. By the way, are you finished with your food?” asked Elliot.

Yvonne put down her cutlery and replied, "Yes I am." holds this content.

"Then let's make a move, I'll send you back home," said Elliot as he carefully kept the contract.

Yvonne looked at the time and realized that it was time for her to head back. She nodded to Elliot and the couple left the suite.

Just outside of the suite was the elevator that went straight to the parking lot.

The couple was chatting happily as they got out of the elevator, but she stopped after taking a few steps, and the smile on her face disappeared.

A familiar-looking Maybach was parked not far away from them, and a silhouette of a man could be seen sitting in the car.

Getting a good look, it was none other than Henry Lancaster.

How did he find her here?

Elliot gently nudged her before she could even react. " Mr. Lancaster is here."

"I see that," Yvonne replied expressionlessly.

Elliot cheekily asked, "Shall we go and greet him?"