Santiago put his empty plate aside and took a tissue to clean his mouth with. The other stylist did not dare to speak to him. Everyone knew what his temper was like. He was like a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. No one dared to offend him.

"The stylist in charge of Raeleigh hurried over to Santiago. She latched onto Santiago's arm with one hand and patted his chest with the other. ""Mr. Santiago, I misspoke. You shouldn't bother yourself with people like me."""

That's enough from you. Santiago gave the stylist a scornful glance.

"The stylist hurriedly went on, ""I'm sorry, I forgot myself. It...