Chapitre 561: The Price of Healing

Milia's request made Harold sneer silently.

She really took advantage of his kindness in such a way. Even on an unofficial talk show, she dared to open her mouth asking him to accompany her.

Harold didn't say anything else, he just replied lightly, "Wait for me at the company."

Milia almost jumped out of her chair from the excitement, scaring the stylist who was combing her hair, Dylan.

As Lilia's makeup artist, he was very unhappy now that he had to work with an unknown newcomer.

Milia's movement made a strand of hair that he had just combed in his hand fall apart in an instant. Then he glared at the mirror. "Why are you moving suddenly? Don't you know that I'm styling you?"

As Dylan was yelling angrily at her, she curled her lips in anger. "No problem, I also don't like the style from earlier. Please fix it immediately, I don't have time anymore."