Love of Tomorrow (Vania Greyson) novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Lewis Peacock the Personal Stylist

Larry immediately entered the lounge. “What are your orders, President Luke?”

Hanson only quietly stood there with a conflicted expression on his face.

Sensing his boss’ change of mood, Larry asked out of consideration, “President Luke, is there anything I can help you with?”

With eyes full of disdain, Hanson glanced over at the man who not only also had a black suit on, but was also an old man who had been a bachelor for over 30 years of his life. It was clear from Hanson’s gaze that the last thing he needed was Larry’s help.

Upon seeing that, Larry was rather speechless.

Did I just get looked down upon? I didn’t even do anything!

As Larry quietly grumbled to himself, Hanson suddenly instructed him in a proud voice, “Bring me a suit of the latest design from this season.”

He hesitated for a moment before adding, “I want something bright. Bring me one with actual colors and patterns.”

“Understood.”

Larry went from being a confused man to a busybody after hearing his boss taking the initiative to ask for clothes.

He didn’t even take a glance when the designer came with samples before, but not only is he asking for one with colors now, he also wants patterns?

Larry began to think of all the possible reasons Hanson could be acting this way, and he suddenly remembered that Hanson was meeting Vania that day.

He wasn’t even done musing when Hanson spoke again with more arrogance in his voice this time. “Tell Lewis to come.”

Lewis Peacock was Hanson’s personal stylist. He was also the best stylist in Hillsworth. He was someone that not even celebrities or prominent figures in the business world could hire even if they wanted to.

Upon hearing his instruction, Larry came to a slight pause before answering, “Roger that.”

He could never have imagined that there was such a passionate fire burning under Hanson’s ice-cold façade.

Not thinking that there was anything off about his behavior, Hanson had already returned to his desk.

Five minutes had passed when Lewis came scurrying into the office with his own assistant.

Seeing the big boss quietly sitting there, the designer gingerly asked, “President Luke, is there something you need?”