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    The view inside shocked her deeply, causing her to freeze momentarily.


    Once she regained her bearings, she didn’t climb into the car but instead forcefully shut the door.


    Turning to face Marc and Terry with an incredulous look, she demanded in a hushed tone, “What on earth has happened?”


    Marissa peered inside the car but didn’t recognize Connor at all. She struggled to put her finger on what had changed.


    He had an elegant figure and fine features. From his hair to his attire, he looked like a young heartthrob, much like a superstar.


    Yet, Marissa found the whole scene utterly strange. This style waspletely at odds with Connor’s usual demeanor, making him look peculiar.


    Connor wore a strikingly bright red suit jacket adorned with numerous essories, paired with pristine white trousers. The outfit was youthful and energetic.


    His hair was meticulously styled, held in ce with hair gel, mimicking the look of the young male star on the magazine cover Marissa had seen that morning.


    Such a scene would surely captivate countless female fans if it graced a magazine cover. However, Marissa couldn’t appreciate it in Connor’s case.


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    She was not used to seeing Connor dressed like this.


    She had grown ustomed to his rugged, handsome appearance. Seeing him dressed like a young male star was almost unbearable. Just one nce had given her goosebumps.


    Connor no longer seemed like the business king of Blebert. Instead, he looked like a shy nightclub dancer!


    To avoid blurting out something shocking, Marissa had quickly shut the car door.


    She rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and turned to Marc and Terry. “What’s up with Connor?”


    Terry shrugged, indicating that it was beyond exnation.


    Marc lowered his voice and began to speak.


    “I have no idea why Mr. Daniels became so dissatisfied with his appearance after breakfast this morning. He even postponed an important meeting to overhaul his style. We took him to a top-notch modeling studio and brought in the most renowned stylist.


    We thought it would be a quick process, but it ended up taking the entire morning. The stylist meticulously crafted Mr. Daniels’s hair and outfit ording to his specifications, but he remained unsatisfied.


    His hair was redone repeatedly, and he went through an endless parade of outfits. The more effort he put in, the angrier he became. He ended up berating dozens of stylists to the point of tears.


    It wasn’t just the stylists who faced his wrath. The two of us, and even Domenic, became the targets of his anger.


    As Mr. Daniels couldn’t find a style he liked, heshed out at everyone around him. He nearly wrecked the studio in his frustration.”


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