The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 174

Hazel could clearly perceive a sense of disdain from Vivienne’s indifferent demeanor.

She didn’t know when her tears started to flow, but she could only stand rigidly under the gaze of everyone, feeling the cold razor blade being dragged over her scalp again and again. Her heart fluttered from anger, despair, humillation, and shame, but she had no choice but to endure it.

After the last strand of hair was shaved off, Charlotte proudly showed Hazel’s bald head to Vivienne. “Well? My skills aren’t bad, right? Not a single scratch! This is the skill I honed from years of grooming our family’s

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room looked at Hazel’s bald head, which was as smooth as a hard–boiled egu, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It seemed as if Charlotte was treating Hazel like a dog.

Vivienne was somewhat surprised. She had initially chosen a random person to shave Hazel’s head, hoping that their lack of skill would cause Hazel some discomfort. But she hadn’t expected the result to be so smooth.

A cold breeze rushed into the ballroom, and Hazel suddenly felt a chill run over her bald head. Unable to hold back any longer, she burst into tears.

Clutching her head, she fell to her knees on the glass of the runway, not having the time to ponder how she was suddenly able to move and speak. Amid her tears and curses, she began to berate the two standing in. front of her. “Charlotte, Vivienne, you two are…”

“Heh.” Vivienne let out a cold, soft chuckle.

Hazel froze, remembering her earlier inability to speak or move, and immediately fell silent.

The whispers and murmurs from the crowd, along with their either gloating or pitying gazes, became too much for her to bear. She pushed herself up and ran from the room.

“Hazel!” Arabella feigned concern as she tried to comfort her.

Hazel brushed off her hand and glared at her resentfully.

“Hazel, why are you looking at me like that?” Arabella took a step back in feigned fear. “You know it’s not my fault. My sister wouldn’t give me any leeway, and besides, your hair will grow back soon if you take good care of it.”

In the end, Hazel shot Vivienne a spiteful look before running out of the ballroom with her bald head under the gaze of everyone present.

“Helen.” Arabella looked at Helen on the runway with an innocent expression. “Is Hazel angry with me? But I really couldn’t help it. I already pleaded with Grandma.”

When Hazel was able to move, Helen also regained her mobility. She gave Arabella a complex look.

the truth clearly. Hazel had stood up for Arabella, but Arabella hadn’t done

the end, she could only say, “It’ll

hearing this, Vivienne’s lips curled into a knowing smile. Only she knew that Hazel’s hair wouldn’t grow back. Hazel had said

already eagerly run up to the Italian model, unable to take her hands

couldn’t wait for the model to take off the dress

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Chapter 174

could clearly perceive a sense

when her tears started to flow, but she could only stand rigidly under the gaze of everyone, feeling the cold razor blade being dragged over

last strand of hair was shaved off, Charlotte proudly showed Hazel’s bald head to Vivienne. “Well? My skills aren’t bad, right? Not a single scratch! This is the skill I honed from years of grooming our

which was as smooth as a hard–boiled egg, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

to shave Hazel’s head, hoping that their lack of skill would cause Hazel some discomfort. But

felt a chill run over her bald head. Unable to hold back any longer,

head, she fell to her knees on the glass of the runway, not having the time to ponder how she was suddenly able to move and speak. Amid her tears and curses, she began to berate the two standing in. front of her. “Charlotte, Vivienne,

let out a cold,

remembering her earlier inability to

crowd, along with their either gloating or pitying gazes, became

feigned concern as

her hand and glared

looking at me like that?” Arabella took a step back in feigned fear. “You know it’s not my fault. My sister wouldn’t give me any

care of it.”

before running out of the ballroom with her bald head under

at Helen on the runway with an innocent expression. “Is Hazel angry with me? But I really couldn’t help it. I already pleaded

regained her mobility.

for Arabella, but Arabella

she could only say, “It’ll be

knew that Hazel’s hair wouldn’t grow back. Hazel had

dress is mine now!” Charlotte had already eagerly run up to the Italian model,

had

followed the Italian model and Charlotte backstage, hoping to get a few more glances ar the dress before

promised to help me with the design sketches. You can’t go back

have I ever