After looking around, Sophie Kenwick was drawn to the luxurious environment.

The moment Xyla Quest walked in, an employee dressed in a suit approached her. “Ms. Quest, are you here to see King?”

“Yes,” Xyla replied.

“Do you have an appointment? Ouch!” Before the employee could finish speaking, somebody dressed in a similar suit knocked his head violently with a makeup brush.

That person was King, the young and successful celebrity stylist.

Although they were both wearing similar suits, King wore an elegant, custom-made suit that made him seem more exclusive.

“What are you saying? Can’t you see who this is? Do you think Xyla Quest needs to make an appointment to see me?” King asked unhappily.

With that, King walked over to her. “Ms. Quest, it’s a pleasure to see you and my honor to serve you.”

Xyla chuckled. “The pleasure is mine. Please, don’t yell at him. He’s merely following the rules.”

As she spoke, Xyla peered at the employee who had been hit by King earlier.

King laughe