Chapter 167

“Miss Pierce, are those kids your children?” the driver immediately asked as soon as Eliana entered the

car.

“No, they are my friend’s children,” Eliana answered calmly.

The driver asked no further questions. They arrived at their destination shortly.

Eliana was stunned as soon as she stepped out of the car.

A tall white building stood in front of her. In the front wall of the building, there was a scarlet word that

read “Rebirth”.

In the industry, “Rebirth” was a well-known design and styling salon. Its customers were all politicians

and business people. But not everyone who was wealthy could book a slot there.

It was just an auction. Was it absolutely necessary to come here for styling?

As soon as Eliana walked in, a group of stylists surrounded her.

They took her measurements and did her skin care and make-up. About a dozen people were

attending to her.

“Miss Pierce, what color do you like? Blue or white?”

“What kind of hairstyle do you want, Miss Pierce? Sweet, elegant, or seductive?”

“Does this pair of shoes fit you, Miss Pierce?”

More than a dozen senior stylists, who were really well-known in their field, attended to her. Their

voices made her feel like there were a group of flies around her.

When she couldn’t stand them any longer, she asked in a respectful manner, “Well, don’t you have any

other customers? You don’t have to be all around me.”

One of the stylists smiled at her and inquired, “Miss Pierce, don’t you know? Mr. Moran has reserved

the entire salon for you today.”

“The entire salon!”

‘Oh my God! How much did it cost?’ Eliana was taken aback.

Even though it wasn’t her money, she still felt uncomfortable.

“Well, forget it. You can do whatever you like.”

Eliana settled into being like a puppet, allowing the stylists to do whatever they wanted with her hair

and makeup.

Two hours later, Eliana fell asleep while sitting on a chair and with her hair hanging on the perm

machine.

“Mr. Moran is here.”

Ignoring the crowd’s murmurs, Maurice walked toward Eliana. He felt a tug in his heartstrings as he

stared at the sleeping woman, who didn’t look ladylike at all.

For many years, he had kept his heart closed to avoid being disturbed by anyone. Unexpectedly, he

met Eliana, a girl who defied logic and appeared in his life.

Maurice couldn’t count the number of times he’d lost control of himself because of Eliana. It was as if

his happiness, excitement, and anger were all caused by her, and those strange and surging emotions

often surprised him.

At that point, Eliana suddenly tilted her head to one side, and Maurice quickly reached out to hold her

face.

Eliana then woke up in a daze.

“Well, is it done?”

When Eliana opened her eyes, she saw Maurice standing in front of her, his hand still holding her face.

She was so terrified that she stood up right away, not realizing her hair was still stuck in the perm

machine.

“Ah!” Eliana screamed out in agonizing pain.

Maurice then pushed her back into the chair.

“If you don’t want to have your hair shaved, just behave yourself,” Maurice threatened her.

Eliana obediently sat on the chair, although she was feeling rebellious deep inside.

Maurice was such a bastard. He imprisoned her in his house and did not show himself up for days.

Now, he was here in front of her again. What did he take her for?

Sulking, Eliana completely ignored Maurice.

“Mr. Moran, please choose a dress for Miss Pierce,” a stylist requested as she pushed a row of dresses

over.

Maurice chose a pink lacey gown.

Eliana wanted to oppose him. So, she casually picked up a white satin dress and walked into the fitting

room without even looking at the dress he had chosen.

However, when she changed into it, she realized that the neckline of the white satin dress was very

low, and it was slit to the thigh.

Eliana felt disappointed. She hadn’t brought any other clothes with her, but she was too embarrassed

to go out like that. She was in a dilemma.

She still didn’t come out as time passed. Maurice grew impatient.

He then walked over and knocked on the fitting room door.

“Eliana, what are you doing inside?”

Eliana became even more agitated when she heard Maurice’s voice.