Chapter 243

Violet hurriedly checked the time and rushed back to the company.

Afterwards, Aaron, who was hiding by the roadside, got out of the car. He straightened his suit and leisurely walked into the store.

The receptionist was very alert. Seeing Aaron in a suit and looking handsome, she quickly came over to greet him.

"Hello, sir. Are you here to see someone or to get a beauty treatment yourself?"

Although this place was remote and a small business, the customers who came here were very generous. A single visit could cover the receptionist's annual salary.

Therefore, every time the receptionist saw a new customer, she would try her best to attract them.

The goal was not only the high commission but also the generous tips from the customers.

"Can men get beauty treatments too? How do you do it? Do they just lie there and let you do whatever you want?"

Aaron looked as if he didn't understand the situation, but the innocence and curiosity in his eyes made people's hearts race and faces blush.

The receptionist had encountered such teasing before.

But facing the handsome Aaron, she felt something indescribable.

He didn't seem to be deliberately making fun of her; he genuinely seemed not to understand.

She straightened her expression, "Sir, please don't joke around. If you're not here for a beauty treatment, please wait in the waiting area so as not to disturb other customers."

Blushing, the receptionist pointed to a nearby area.

Aaron looked in the direction she pointed. It was near the floor-to-ceiling windows, with two rows of white sofas and a small coffee table with some snacks and fruits on it.

But he wasn't here for leisure; he was here to investigate the internal situation of this store.

He turned his head and said straightforwardly, "I'm not waiting for anyone. I'm here to spend money."

Aaron propped one hand on the counter, resting his chin on the other, flipping through the technician roster while inquiring with the receptionist.

"Who has the best skills here? Can you recommend someone?"

Blushing, the receptionist pointed to the photos of the first few technicians, "These are the best in our store. If you want to experience it, any of them would be suitable."

Aaron looked at the names but didn't find the person he was looking for, so he shook his head.

Suddenly, he noticed the receptionist's face getting redder and had an idea, "How about you? You can give me a beauty treatment, and I'll pay the highest price."

"Sir, please don't joke. I'm just a receptionist and don't know how to do these things. Besides, we have a rule; without a technical certificate, we can't do the beauty treatment."

The receptionist hurriedly explained to Aaron, scared.

She did want to earn more money but not at the cost of her job.

Aaron pretended to be troubled and teased the receptionist with his eyes, "What should I do then? I don't like anyone here except you. I have plenty of money, but if I'm not satisfied, I won't spend a dime."

The receptionist's face turned even redder, her eyes falling on the names Aaron pointed to, looking more troubled than him.

"Sir, these are the best beauty technicians in our store. If you don't like any of them, I'm afraid you'll have to see our director."

"Alright!" Aaron clapped his hands, "Then let your director personally do it. I don't care about the price."

The receptionist looked at Aaron secretly.

Fortunately, Aaron, who usually followed Michael to various events, always had a few sets of branded suits. Today's gray suit made him look even more upright.

His speech and behavior, influenced by Michael, had a touch of nobility.

The receptionist assumed he was a rich young master.

So she nodded and said, "Please follow me to the lounge and wait. I'll get our director."

Entering the lounge, Aaron immediately looked around. Not finding any electronic equipment, he relaxed and sent a message to Michael on his phone.

Aaron: [I've entered, no issues found so far.]

Since he was pretending to be a rich young master, Aaron dropped his usual strict demeanor, loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top two buttons, and lazily sat on the VIP chair.

The director, hearing someone specifically requested her, was curious and surprised.

She usually handled the beauty salon's affairs and had research to focus on, so her name wasn't on the technician list.

Aaron specifically sought her out. Could he be a big client?

In the lounge, Aaron held a cigarette between his fingers, slowly exhaling smoke with his legs crossed.

He was enveloped in smoke.

When the door opened, a woman suddenly entered his sight, and Aaron was stunned.

Indeed, there were no unattractive people in the beauty industry.

The woman standing before him had a tall figure, smooth and glowing skin, and perfectly proportioned features. Her face showed no signs of surgery.

One could say, just by standing at the door, she was a living advertisement.

Facing Aaron's scrutinizing gaze, the woman didn't show any signs of anger but instead gave a formal smile.

"Sir, I'm the director of this beauty salon. You can tell me any needs you have."

Aaron raised an eyebrow, "My name is Aaron Hill. May I ask your name?"

"Mr. Hill, nice to meet you. I'm Renee Faith!"

Renee?

A glint flashed in Aaron's eyes.

It was her!

Just a while ago in the car, he had gone through all the information about this beauty salon, including the director, Renee.

Renee, 28 years old, a postdoctoral medical graduate who studied abroad, came from a family of doctors, and was sought after by various universities abroad at a young age.

Seeing this information, Aaron subconsciously thought this beauty salon was just a plaything for a wealthy family with resources.

But seeing Renee now, he had a different view.

A capable and elegant woman like Renee wouldn't waste her energy on something just for fun.

Seeing Aaron silent, Renee continued, "Mr. Hill, are you here for a beauty treatment? Do you need me to explain the process and packages? Or should I take you to experience it while explaining..."

"Wait!" Before Renee could finish, Aaron interrupted, "No rush. I'm very concerned about personal privacy. Your place looks small; I hope you don't have any shady ways of making money."

"I don't want to come in and have all my information secretly uploaded online for entertainment."

Hearing Aaron mention privacy, Renee smiled and explained, "Mr. Hill, you don't need to worry. Our store guarantees customer privacy."

"Moreover, customer information is only in our internal system, so the situation you mentioned won't happen."