At Hunter's command, Sophia went up and down the long flight of stairs to fetch and move things several times. She was on the verge of collapsing due to exhaustion. But no matter what she did or how hard she tried, Hunter was still dissatisfied with her work. Staying true to his word, the devilishly handsome man was adamant about making Sophia's life a living hell.
What made matters worse was that Sophia couldn't fight back. Once she showed any hint of unwillingness, Hunter would pretend to be confused and ask her, "I thought you're my stylist? Why don't you bnecklace me more clothes and come up with better ideas?"
Then everyone looked at her with reproachful eyes as if she had just committed an unforgivable mistake.
In this industry, such a beautiful face was perhaps the deadliest weapon of all. Every single person was on the side of Hunter.
Sophia had no choice but to keep silent and do as she was told.
