"By the way, Butler Chen, could you call a barber for me? I’d like to get a haircut," Julian added, running a hand through his slightly overgrown hair.
"Master Vance, please hold on for just a moment."
Butler Chen immediately dialed Victoria Sterling’s private number to seek her permission first.
On the other end, Victoria’s voice was calm and decisive: "As long as he doesn’t leave Rose Manor or hurt himself, let him do whatever he wants. He is my man and your master. Remember to show him absolute respect."
Butler Chen sighed with deep emotion after hanging up. As expected, Miss Sterling isn’t treating Master Vance as a passing plaything—she has truly fallen for him. He made a mental note to personally instruct every servant on the estate to treat Master Vance with the highest level of deference.
"Also, have a full wardrobe prepared for him," Victoria ordered before disconnecting.
"Understood, Miss Sterling."
Butler Chen was about to call Victoria’s usual high-end hairstylist when his hand paused mid-dial.
Wait... the stylist who cuts Miss Sterling’s hair is a woman. If Victoria possessed her late mother’s fiery, possessive temperament, she would certainly detest the idea of Julian having close physical contact with another woman.
I must find a male barber for Master Vance.
Butler Chen dialed the salon owner directly.
"Butler Chen, does President Sterling require a haircut today? I can head over immediately," the female lead stylist offered warmly.
"No," Butler Chen replied smoothly. "Select your most skilled male stylist and send him over to the estate right away."
The stylist was caught completely off guard. This was the first time in years Butler Chen had made such a specific request. A woman’s intuition immediately kicked in—could the client be President Sterling’s private lover?!
"Understood, Butler Chen! I’ll dispatch my top colleague immediately."
The stylist’s face burned with curiosity. The moment her colleague returned, she was going to grill him for every single detail about this mystery man!
Within half an hour, a top-tier male stylist arrived at Rose Manor accompanied by two assistants carrying professional equipment.
"Sir, what style were you thinking of today?" the stylist asked respectfully.
Julian leaned back in the plush leather chair. "Just give me something clean and sharp that suits my facial structure."
"Understood, sir."
Twenty minutes later, the stylist stepped back to let Julian look in the mirror—and couldn’t hide his own astonishment.
While Julian had already possessed sharp features, without the clutter of overgrown hair and thick-rimmed glasses, he looked like an absolute knockout. His refined, effortless charisma was undeniable.
Holy crap! the stylist thought to himself. He’s ridiculously good-looking... No wonder he’s President Sterling’s man!
Even the young housekeepers standing in the hall whispered excitedly among themselves:
"Ahhh, he’s so handsome! He looks like a model!"
"No wonder Miss Sterling brought him back! I completely approve of him being our master!"
Julian looked in the mirror, nodding with satisfaction. Much better.
"Bring them in," Butler Chen clapped his hands softly.
A team of personal shoppers rolled in multiple racks containing dozens of luxury designer suits, casual wear, and outerwear.
"Master Vance, these were all personally arranged for you by Miss Sterling," Butler Chen bowed respectfully. "Select whichever pieces you like. If you wish, you may keep all of them."
Julian casually glanced at the price tags on the sleeves.
Units, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands...
A single jacket cost over two hundred thousand dollars. The entire collection easily totaled upwards of ten million dollars. In contrast, the original host used to wear cheap clearance shirts from bargain stores.
Living off a billionaire heiress really isn’t bad at all, Julian mused with a wry smile.
He walked over, pointing casually at the racks. "This row, that row, and those few coats—keep all of them."
"Right away, Master Vance."
Butler Chen signaled, and the selected clothes were wheeled up to the master wardrobe, while the remaining pieces were cleared out.
Shortly after, Julian sat comfortably on the soft living room sofa, enjoying fresh imported fruit while watching TV, when his phone buzzed with an incoming call from Eleanor Vance,his mother.
He answered and placed it on speaker.
"Julian!" Eleanor’s shrill, furious voice blasted through the speaker. "Where on earth did you run off to after flipping the dining table?! Get your ass back to the mansion right now!"
Julian raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of a melon slice. "I know exactly why you’re calling me back, Mother. Like I said before—seven million dollars. Unless seven million is deposited into my account within three days, you can forget about me doing your bidding."
Without waiting for a response, Julian hung up decisively.
On the other side of the line, Eleanor’s chest heaved with rage as the line went dead. "That ungrateful brute! How did I ever raise such an insolent wolf!"
Beside her, Leo put on a delicate, hesitant expression. "Mom, why don’t we just forget about it? If Julian refuses, I’ll be the one to marry Miss Ross."
"Absolutely not!" Eleanor declared emotionally. "The Ross family has immense wealth, but their daughter was left crippled after an accident! You are so brilliant and talented, Leo—you deserve the finest young lady in high society. How could I let you marry a invalid?"
She sneered coldly. "Julian is different. He has no education, no manners, and no prestige. Marrying into the Ross family is already way above his station!"
Yet Julian’s stance was unwavering. Did she really have to wire him seven million dollars?
Eleanor felt a pang of pain at the thought. Seven million was a drop in the bucket for the Vance family’s business, but she simply felt that Julian didn’t deserve a single cent of that money.
At Sterling Enterprises, Evelyn entered the top-floor executive suite carrying a thick beige folder.
"President Sterling," Evelyn said, placing it on the wide mahogany desk. "I’ve gathered the comprehensive background file on Mr. Vance as requested."
"Mhm." Victoria picked up the file and began flipping through the pages.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously when her gaze landed on a specific section.
"Natasha..." Victoria murmured, her voice dripping with ice.
She hadn’t expected Julian to have had a campus crush—and that the original host had spent years playing the loyal admirer for Natasha.
A dark, terrifying glint flickered in Victoria’s eyes.
So what if he used to care about another woman? Now that Julian belonged to her, she wouldn’t tolerate him sparing a single glance for anyone else—especially Natasha. If he ever tried to run back to an old flame... she would simply chain him to her bed for the rest of his life.
"Secretory Evelyn," Victoria spoke up, closing the folder. "What kind of gifts do men typically like?"
"Men?" Evelyn blinked, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "Well... usually money, rare watches, luxury sports cars, that sort of thing."
Evelyn was single and spent all her time working, so her understanding of romance was purely theoretical. But high-end sports cars and unlimited funds? What man on earth wouldn’t be thrilled by those?
"Mhm."
Victoria pulled out her phone, browsed a specialized automotive index, and forwarded a link directly to Evelyn’s phone.
"Order every single hypercar on this list. Have them delivered to Rose Manor immediately."
Evelyn opened the link, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
The list contained the world’s most exclusive, limited-production hypercars—a custom Bugatti, a Koenigsegg, a Pagani... The total value of the fleet easily exceeded eighty million dollars!
"President Sterling..." Evelyn swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly. "Are... are all of these for Mr. Vance?"
"Yes," Victoria nodded calmly. "You said it yourself—men like cars."
Evelyn stood frozen in absolute shock. President Sterling isn’t just dating him... she’s utterly spoiling him!
It was crystal clear that Victoria was entirely serious about Julian Vance. At this rate, he might genuinely become the master of the Sterling family!
Evelyn realized she needed to make sure she was always exceptionally polite to Mr. Vance in the future.
"Also," Victoria added, pulling a sleek black card from her desk drawer, "prepare an unlimited Black Diamond Card tied to my primary account. Set the PIN to Julian’s birthday."
"Understood, President Sterling," Evelyn agreed, her eyes filled with raw envy.
A lineup of world-class hypercars and an uncapped Black Diamond Card... Honestly, I’d like to be locked in her bedroom too!
Evelyn bowed and immediately rushed out to carry out the arrangements.