Chloe Grant’s attitude was very firm. The hairdresser wanted to say something more, but then heard the music coming from Chloe Grant’s headphones and chose to remain silent.
He placed the towel aside, using a comb to slightly arrange Chloe Grant’s hair.
Her hair quality was genuinely good; with just a few strokes, it was already smooth, straight, and long. It was truly a pity to cut it.
The hairdresser looked up, glancing at Chloe Grant through the mirror, noticing she was staring into it but her eyes seemed vacant, unfocused, as if she was lost in thought.
Perhaps she had experienced a breakup, or maybe she was dealing with something else.
The hairdresser sighed, turned around, picked up the scissors, pushed a chair over, sat down, and began to gently cut through Chloe Grant’s long hair, gauging the length as he went.
Locks of jet-black hair fell to the floor, Chloe Grant blinked, then lowered her gaze, watching her hair fall to the ground.
When she looked up again, she realized her jet-black long hair was gone, now just reaching below her ears.
The hair she had grown for ten years was gone in less than a minute.
Chloe Grant marveled internally, while the melancholic voice of a female singer resonated through her headphones: I have cut my hair, cut off the attachment, cut a ground full of unloved split ends.
Chloe Grant’s eyes were turning red, yet her stubborn mouth curled into a smile.
The hairdresser glanced at her, then lowered his eyes again to manage the remaining hair of Chloe Grant.
Half an hour later, Chloe Grant walked out of the hair salon, already transformed into a young lad.
The hairdresser originally intended to give her a bob cut, but she insisted on cutting it shorter, resulting in this extremely short hairstyle — clean, crisp, with a touch of boyish charm. Combined with her small face, youth, and a dash of cuteness.
Chloe Grant even went to the men’s section to buy an outfit: a white tee, black distressed pants, a large belt, and with the addition of a black bracelet, she completely styled herself as a rebellious, dark-styled little guy, finally satisfied as she went home.
When Chloe Grant got home, she happened to run into Lucas coming back as well.
Seeing Chloe Grant , Lucas was stunned on the spot, the visual impact too strong for him to react.
The girl with jet-black long hair who grew up cute, had now turned into a handsome lad.
The impact was so strong that Lucas couldn’t cope with it.
Even as Matthew Morgan’s car drove in and parked beside him, Lucas still hadn’t snapped back to reality.
Matthew Morgan got out of the car, closed the door.
Seeing him, Chloe instinctively stood up straight, adjusted her clothes and newly cut short hair, respectfully calling out, "Uncle."
Matthew Morgan merely nodded in response, standing beside Lucas with a calm gaze, sweeping up and down over Chloe Grant.
It was at this moment that Lucas gradually recovered, looking at Chloe Grant, then turning his head to Matthew Morgan, "Brother, aren’t you going to say anything? She turned herself into this."
"Such a nice girl, why turn yourself into a guy? Why short hair, long hair looks so nice. If Mom saw this, she’d faint."
Lucas thoroughly expressed his disdain for Chloe Grant, tugging at her short hair with a face full of regret.
Chloe Grant struggled, muttering, "I think it’s pretty good."
"Good, what’s so good about it..."
"Not bad, it suits you."
Before Lucas had a chance to lecture Chloe Grant, Matthew Morgan had already given an affirmative compliment.
He turned his head, looking at Matthew Morgan with an expression full of misunderstanding.