When the hair stylist moved behind her, suddenly, a gun quietly pressed against her lower back...
Evelyn Crawford's eyebrows knitted slightly, but the corners of her lips harbored a cold smirk as she looked at the mirror at the stylist standing behind her.
The hair stylist was a man, sporting a trendy buzz cut and dressed in a chic manner.
At this moment, the stylist's face still bore a humble smile.
He leaned down and whispered into Evelyn Crawford's ear, "Come with me."
Evelyn rolled her eyes, "Couldn't you wait until after I get my hair done?"
The stylist threatened, "If you value your life, cooperate obediently, or else I will shoot you right now."
"OK," Evelyn nodded.
Of course, she wanted to live; she had to return to the Bollock Family to marry Jasper Bollock.
"Go," the man commanded in a low voice.
Evelyn stood up and left the salon.
