Kendall's Sacrifice

Chapter 38

Dylan noticed Terence's gaze lingering on Kendall, and his expression instantly turned grim. His lips pressed into a thin line, and even Kendall could feel that his aura had grown colder.

She looked down in curiosity, but all she saw was the top of his head.

"Master Dylan." Terence stopped three steps away from Dylan and greeted him with a smile.

Terence was one of the most renowned hair stylists in Orapolis. His skills were excellent, but he was also known for his androgynous features. Dylan was handsome, but his features were strong and masculine, whereas Terence's were soft and refined.

This was Kendall's first time meeting Terence in person. She never thought that he would have a pair of alluring eyes the same way Frank Mendelson did.

People often claimed that men with alluring eyes were usually playboys.

Kendall was thankful that Dylan did not have a pair of alluring eyes. He was not a playboy at all.

"You're here."

"You asked me to be here at 12.30. I wouldn't even think of being late," Terence answered with a smile. He glanced at Kendall again and was curious to know who she was, but he did not dare to ask. Yet, the curiosity in his eyes was so obvious that even an unobservant person like Kendall could spot it.

"She's the second daughter of the Parker Family."

Dylan briefly explained who Kendall was.

On the day that the Parker Family's daughter was born, a woman who was jealous of her mother switched her with an ordinary couple's daughter, and she had just returned to the family last year.

Adam Parker and his wife were unwilling to part with Kelly, the daughter they had raised since birth, so Kendall, their actual daughter who was born half a day later than Kelly, became the second daughter of the family instead.

The news had caused a stir in all of Orapolis.

Once Terence heard who she was, he lost all interest in her.

Kendall was used to the attitude he took with her. She knew very well how the upper echelon of society in Orapolis viewed her. Apart from her parents, the only person who truly accepted her was Amelia. Everyone else may pretend to be courteous toward her, but behind her back, they would snort and deride her for her rural upbringing.

So what if she grew up in a rural area? She was not a criminal, and she was also the apple of her adopted parents' eyes.

She dared those who looked down on rural communities to stop eating the food that the rural communities farmed.

Dylan caught the shift in Terence's attitude, and while he did not express his dissatisfaction, he stated coldly, "Take a look and see what hairstyle would suit Miss Parker. Don't make any drastic changes, and make sure you maintain the softness and suppleness of her hair."

Terence was startled.

He thought that Dylan had made an appointment for himself, but it turned out that Dylan wanted him to give Kendall a new hairstyle.

The Parkers had tried to book an appointment with Dylan's assistant before, but his assistant turned them away by saying that he had too many appointments lined up. If the Parkers wanted to join the queue, then they would have to wait until the end of next year, so the Parkers naturally stopped asking.

Dylan had no regard for Mrs. Parker, so it stood to reason that he did not care about the new Miss Parker who suddenly showed up among the high society.

"Master Dylan?"

"Didn't you hear what I said? Shall I send someone to retrieve a loudspeaker for me to repeat my words directly into your ear?"

Dylan's voice was chilling.

Terence's eyes flickered as he wondered if he had offended Dylan in some way.

A smile appeared on his beautiful face as he said, "That won't be necessary at all, Master Dylan, I heard you loud and clear. Which room are we using for the makeover?"

"My private salon."

"Alright."

Even though Terence was brimming with curiosity, he made no mention of it. He turned to Kendall and said courteously, "Please follow me, Miss Parker."

He was Dylan's regular hairstylist, and he frequently came to Coleman Mansion to do Dylan's hair, so he was familiar with Dylan's private salon.

Kendall acknowledged him with a smile before saying to Dylan, "I'll get going then, Dylan."

Dylan gave his assent.

When Kendall followed Terence into the private salon, she thought to herself, This is the same as an actual hair salon.

There was everything needed to have a complete makeover.

Terence asked Kendall to let her hair down, and he stood in front of her to inspect her hair closely.

The more he looked, the brighter his eyes got.

First of all, Kendall had a face that would suit all manner of hairstyles.

And when he felt Kendall's hair, he realized why Dylan had given him such specific instructions. He

was also reluctant to cut off such soft and supple hair.

"How do you maintain your hair, Miss Parker? It is very well-maintained—dark, soft, and not a single split end in sight."

Kendall replied, "I don't do anything to it other than washing it regularly."

Terence paused. "...Just shampoo?"

Kendall asked, "What else would I use besides shampoo? Conditioner? I'm a little lazy, and it's already hard enough for me to wash my hair every two days. I wouldn't be able to keep up with a conditioning routine."

Terence did not know what to say.

She had to be blessed by the heavens. How else would she be able to maintain a head of hair that everyone would be envious of without a proper hair care routine?

While Terence was busy with Kendall's makeover, Dylan sat on a couch in the living room with a magazine in his hands, though he did not seem to be flipping the pages.

"Young Master Dylan, it's time for your afternoon nap," Amos reminded him.

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Amos could tell that Dylan was waiting for Kendall, so he tried to advise, "Why don't you go for your afternoon nap first, Young Master Dylan? Young Mistress Kendall won't be coming back so soon."

Dylan closed the magazine and said, "I'm not waiting for her."

Amos answered with a smile, "Yes, Master Dylan, you're not waiting for Young Mistress Kendall. Why don't you take your nap now? You still need to head to the office this afternoon."

Now that Dylan was in a wheelchair, Amos had hoped that Dylan would rest at home to continue with his physical rehabilitation, but Dylan insisted on continuing to manage Coleman Empire Holdings.

Amos knew that it was not about Dylan wanting to hold onto his power. Dylan simply wanted to prove to the world that he was alive and kicking despite his accident. He was still a force to be reckoned with, and he did not need anyone's pity.

Although, it would be hard-pressed to find another person like Dylan among the Colemans. No one was as bold and shrewd as he was.

While the other young masters were also talented in their own right, none of them could hold a candle to Dylan.

The Zorns and the Mendelsons were second only to the Colemans, and Frank, the head of the Mendelson family, saw Dylan as his only rival.

Dylan set aside the magazine and stated impassively, "I can't sleep well, Mr. Miller."

Every time he fell asleep, he would find himself in a somewhat erotic dream.

Dylan was a reserved and unemotional person. It was torture for him to constantly dream of such

things, and he could not even pick out the woman's features at all.

"Shall I call Dr. Gill to make a visit, Young Master Dylan?" Amos asked out of concern. He assumed that it was just because Dylan was under too much pressure.

"Why don't you stay home and rest for a while? Young Master Yoseph can handle the company for now. It's more important that you take good care of your body."

Dylan pursed his lips and shot that idea down. "If I stayed at home, Frank Mendelson would seize the opportunity to move against Coleman Empire Holdings, just like he did the last time. Matthew and the others aren't able to hold down the fort against him. Frank is an unscrupulous person."

When Dylan was hospitalized after the accident, Frank had leaped into action and began stealing business away from Coleman Empire Holdings.