Chapter 966


    The woman in front of him looked a bit weary as she stood before him.


    Franklin''s eyes filled with concern. "Did you not sleep at allst night? What were you doing?


    Writing code? Or drafting ns? Are you writing a script?"


    Sylvia shook her head. "I was sculpting."


    "Sculpting?" Franklin was taken aback. "You didn''t..."


    "Carved something out of that jade stone from yesterday?"


    "But how could you carve out aplete piece in just one night? That''s impossible!"


    Even an extraordinary sculptor would need many days to carve a piece of art, right?


    He had never heard of a finished sculpture being carved out overnight.


    "Well, it''s a gift for my uncle''s engagement." Sylvia yed with her hair,zily lifting her eyes. Her


    hands were covered in jade powder, making her ufortable. "I''ll go take a shower and get some


    sleep."


    Otherwise, she''d look too worn-out at the engagement banquet tonight.


    Seeing Sylvia heading towards the bedroom, Franklin felt a bit puzzled.


    But he also knew that healthes first.


    So he didn''t disturb Sylvia further, instead instructing the maid to cook porridge on the stove before


    heading to the office.


    Although he managed to handle some work while participating in "Go Everywhere," there was still a


    lot piled up.


    He needed to finish it quickly before going abroad to help Carolyn.


    By the time Sylvia woke up, it was already two in the afternoon. She had been sleeping since


    morning.


    It was the scorching sunlight, and she stretchedzily. She hadn''t stayed upte for a long time, so


    staying up all night made her feel ufortable.


    After getting out of bed and freshening up, she went downstairs and made a cup of American


    ginseng tea. Just as she took a few sips, she saw the caregivering out of the kitchen.


    "Missus, I stewed some chicken soup and there''s some porridge left. Would you like some? Or


    should I make some side dishes?"


    Sylvia didn''t expect Franklin to arrange for a caregiver to take care of her.


    Feeling a faint warmth in her heart, she said, "Okay, I''ll have the chicken soup. Just stir-fry a couple


    of dishes."


    "Sure." The caregiver went back to the kitchen.


    In no time, the caregiver brought a steaming bowl of chicken soup to the table and returned with two


    delicate side dishes.


    Sylvia sat down at the table, with simple dishes of chili fried meat and tomato scrambled eggs. But


    she wasn''t picky. Just as she picked up her fork, the doorbell rang.


    The housekeeper didn''t bother to ask and just pressed the door opening button.


    Sylvia was a bit suspicious, but she saw the housekeeper smiling as he opened the door and


    received a box from someone outside. "Thank you, you''ve worked hard."


    "Not at all." The person said and left.


    The housekeeper happily brought the exquisite box to Sylvia. "Madam, guess what''s inside?"


    Sylvia was surprised. "What?"


    "Oh, why aren''t you cooperating with me?" The housekeeper opened the box with a smile, revealing


    its shiny contents.


    "What a beautiful dress!" The caregiver''s eyes sparkled. "This dress must be expensive."


    "Yes, indeed. It''s a haute couture dress that the young master bought for the madam from overseas.


    It must be worth a lot! There are also matching shoes." The housekeeper took out a pair of golden


    high heels from the box.


    Sylvia had originally nned to find an unworn dress from her closet, after all, this wasn''t her event.


    She was just a guest. But Franklin had still air-shipped a dress?


    This brand was not cheap. Their ready-to-wear clothes started at a hundred thousand, and dresses


    cost at least a million...


    So was this dress worth at least a million? Two million?


    She shook her head helplessly. "Such extravagance."


    "This shows how much the young master cares for the madam, always keeping her in his heart!"


    The housekeeper praised Franklin enthusiastically. "Madam, do you want to try it on now?"


    "Forget it, I''ll try it on tonight." She had just finished speaking when the doorbell rang again.


    She saw the housekeeper eagerly go to open the door, followed by a group of men carrying various


    makeup cases rushing into the living room.


    The leader was a heavily made-up man. "Mrs. Maskelyne, hello, I was invited to help you with your


    styling, and this is my team."


    Sylvia: "..."


    It was their engagement, not hers. Why was it made so grand?


    Franklin, this person...


    The man smiled professionally. "Mr. Maskelyne contacted our styling studio yesterday and ced


    an order. Mrs. Maskelyne, where is your dressing table? Or dressing room?"


    Sylvia hastily finished her chicken soup, cleared the two dishes on the table, and then wiped the


    grease off her lips before standing up. "It''s upstairs. Follow me."


    The stylist''s hands had a magical touch. Sylvia was tossed around for nearly two hours, and her


    waist was about to break.


    Finally, she heard the man say, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you can go change into the dress now."


    Looking at herself in the mirror, her long ck hair was pinned up into a typical style, with a few


    yful strands of hair hanging down, curled naturally with a curling iron.


    Her face was exquisitely made up, making her watery eyes appear even more radiant.


    Indeed, she looked much better than before.


    She took the custom-made dress Franklin gave her and walked into the changing room. After


    changing, she walked out again.


    But as soon as she came out, she noticed a man in the dressing room.


    He was wearing a ck suit, hands in his pockets, his handsome face matching the handcrafted


    suit, exceptionally charming. He was already tall, but now he seemed even more upright and


    majestic, exuding a masculine charm throughout the dressing room.


    When he saw Sylviae out, a hint of amazement shed in his eyes.


    The tight-fitting off-the-shoulder gold dress, paired with a diamond ne that shimmered like


    stars, made her look unusually charming and sexy.


    With her long hair piled up high, revealing her fair and delicate neck, the gemstone earrings on her


    ears were particrly dazzling.


    "Except for the shoes being a bit high, everything else is perfect." Sylvia hooked her red lips at him.


    Franklin reached out his long arm and held her slender waist, pulling her into his arms. "It''s okay, I''ll


    hold you tight."


    "Mrs. Maskelyne, you look really beautiful and stunning in this dress!" The stylist stepped forward.


    "Your skin is the best among all my clients. I almost didn''t want to put makeup on you."


    Hearing the stylist''s praise for Sylvia, Franklin''s lips curled upwards, obviously in a very pleasant


    mood.


    Immediately behind him, Jasper skillfully handed a packet of cash gift to the stylist. "Treat


    yourselves to bubble tea."


    The stylist didn''t expect to make Mr. Maskelyne so happy and even receive a packet of cash gift. He


    immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Maskelyne, thank you, Mrs. Maskelyne."


    The stylist studio''s services for a styling session are naturally not cheap, so their sries are quite


    high.


    However... being able to receive an additional big packet of cash gift naturally makes the mood


    even better.


    No one wouldin about having more money.


    After these stylists left the vi, they posted a picture of Sylvia''s back on their studio''s official Twitter


    ount.


    "Guess who the owner of this beautiful back is?"


    Originally, their styling studio had a certain level of fame in the industry and they often styled


    celebrities and socialites.


    So they also had a certain fan base.


    Among these fans were some who were familiar with Sylvia and immediately recognized her. "Isn''t


    this Mrs. Maskelyne!"


    "Please post a frontal photo!"


    "Just posting the back isn''t satisfying!"


    "Blogger, quickly, post some frontal photos."


    As a result, enthusiasticizens propelled Mrs. Maskelyne''s new hairstyle to the top of the trending


    topics.


    The stylist didn''t expect the hype to be so high and hastily contacted Jasper, "Jasper, I''m sorry, I


    didn''t mean to. I didn''t expect... If this caused trouble for Mrs. Maskelyne, I apologize..."


    "No need, our wife also saw the trend. You can post some frontal photos, it''s okay. This isn''t a bad


    thing."


    Jasperforted the stylist and hung up the phone.


    The stylist stared nkly at his phone, and his immediate superior, who was also the boss of the


    studio, angrily shouted at him, "Is Mrs. Maskelyne angry? We''re just a small styling studio... Don''t


    make me go bankrupt..."


    The stylist muttered, "She asked for frontal photos."


    "Are you crazy? They value their privacy, they''re not like those celebrities who need attention..."


    The boss was so angry he almost wanted to p the stylist.


    "Jasper said it''s okay to post frontal photos, it''s not a bad thing," the stylist said excitedly. "Mrs.


    Maskelyne is really a good person."


    With that, he posted the photos of Sylvia from his phone onto Twitter. "High-definition, unedited.


    This is the real Mrs. Maskelyne."


    The boss looked at him in shock, "Really?"


    Just a moment ago he thought the stylist had gone crazy.


    "Yes, really." The stylist looked at the continuousments and likes on Twitter, delighted. "Boss,


    we''re riding on Mrs. Maskelyne''s fame, we''re going to make a fortune!"


    Because he received many private messages asking for styling appointments.


    "I want the same stylist as Mrs. Maskelyne!"


    "I''m attending a wedding tomorrow, I want Mrs. Maskelyne''s stylist!"


    "Stylist, I need styling the day after tomorrow for a banquet!"


    "Where''s your address? Give me your phone number!"


    The boss snatched his phone, eyes wide with disbelief at the flood of crazy private messages. "So


    many orders, so many!"


    He almost cried with excitement.


    Styling celebrities usually didn''t have this kind of effect!


    Howe after styling Mrs. Maskelyne once, orders wereing in like snowkes?


    Sylvia, who became a trending figure that day, was sitting in a Bentley with Franklin, heading


    towards the hotel.


    As night fell, the streetmps lit up, and stars twinkled in the sky, watching over everything on the


    earth.


    The car smoothly drove on the road and soon arrived at the destination.


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    Several young Gibsons were standing at the hotel entrance weing guests, with re


    apanying them. Many luxury cars had already arrived.


    Looking into the underground garage, there were luxury cars everywhere.