"Maxwell Saxon, do you think I'm Superman? Twenty minutes isn't enough to put on makeup; your demands are way too difficult, you..."
The man grumbled non-stop, claiming it was impossible and he wouldn't do it, yet his hands were already moving adeptly.
Twenty minutes later, the door to the design studio opened right on time.
The man was the first to come out, looking as if he was exhausted to the point of collapse. Upon seeing Maxwell Saxon, he couldn't stop complaining, "Young Master Maxwell, you nearly worked me to death this time. I've done my best; whether you're satisfied or not, is out of my concern."
Maxwell Saxon gave a faint smile, "I'll pay you ten times the design fee."
The man broke into a satisfied smile, though he continued to grumble, "Hmph, next time you throw me such a challenge, even if you pay me twenty times, I won't take such business."
Maxwell Saxon curled his lips, then shifted his gaze at the sound of approaching footsteps.
