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Chapter thirty-three

When the hair stylist walked back in, Roy’s face was flushed enough for the makeup artist to ask if he was using any blush.

Bryan smirked at him, and he had to bite his lip to hold back a groan. The man was well aware of his charm.

After the hair stylist added some highlights to his hair without cutting or actually dyeing it, they left.

Then they headed to an exclusive fashion house. The fact that none of the suits hanging on the racks had any price tags caused immense worry for Roy.

“Have your dream suit designed. It will be ready by the time we’re going on the trip.”

“Where exactly are we headed?”

“You’d find out when it’s time. Now, do as I said.”

“I’d rather you choose for me,” Roy said nervously, new to such surroundings. It should have been a store, but it had the aura of a very, very exclusive bank. “You know….you are the Mr. Exclusive fashion.”

“No. You should be the one to pick your own clothes. I trust you.”

And then Bryan was gone.

“I’ve never seen Mr. Anderson so gent
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