CHAPTER 11: PRS 11

Inside the online taxi, Isabella, looking stylish, turned on her phone and caught her reflection in the window. Her brow furrowed slightly as she looked at her hair, which was starting to grow long and dull.

"I think I should go to the salon. My hair is starting to look unsightly," she muttered as she tidied her bangs.

She had originally intended to go to the most expensive Mercedes-Benz showroom in XX City, but suddenly changed her destination. "Sir, could we go to the beauty salon in XX City first? I’ll change the route," she said politely.

"Okay, Miss," the online taxi driver replied kindly.

Isabella smiled slightly. Luckily, the driver was kind and didn’t mind the change, she thought. She then added, "I’ll add the money later, Sir. Don’t worry."

"Wow, thank you, Miss," the driver replied, immediately looking relieved.

Arriving at the luxury salon, Isabella stared at the large sign for Viola Luxury Salon. A sense of satisfaction and bitterness welled up in her heart. In the past, during her five years of marriage with Revan, her desire to go to an expensive salon like this had always been thwarted. Scarlet, her sister-in-law, and her mother-in-law, Margaret, had even said that expensive salons were only for people who liked to waste money. To avoid a fight, Isabella chose to remain silent, willing to get her hair cut at a regular salon near the Imperial Residence Complex. All that was now a bitter memory.

"Now, with my new identity, I’m free to do whatever I want," she whispered softly.

As soon as she entered, the salon staff immediately greeted her.

"Good afternoon. Can I help you?" the receptionist asked kindly.

"I need a haircut," Isabella replied.

"Okay, please follow me," she said, directing Isabella to the hairdressing area.

After her hair was washed, a hairstylist approached with equipment. "Hello, I’m Viona. What kind of haircut would you like, Sis?"

"Pixie cut," Isabella replied confidently.

Viona paused for a moment. "Pixie cut? Wow, that’s quite a bold look, you know. Are you sure?"

Isabella stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled faintly. "Sure. I want something completely new."

Seeing Isabella’s determination, Viona began cutting her hair. Her hands were agile, but she occasionally stopped to observe the shape of Isabella’s face. "How about I add a little color to some parts to make the cut more vibrant? It won’t take long, maybe thirty minutes."

Isabella thought for a moment. "If you think it looks good, go ahead. I trust you."

"Ready, Sis!" Viona looked enthusiastic.

A few dozen minutes later, the results amazed everyone around her. Isabella stared into the mirror with sparkling eyes. "I... almost don’t recognize myself. So beautiful," she murmured in disbelief.

Viona smiled broadly. "I’m glad you like it. This style really suits your face shape."

Satisfied, Isabella didn’t hesitate to give a large tip. "This is for you, Viona. Thank you for making me feel like a new person."

"Thank you so much, Sis! Wow, I’m really lucky today," Viona replied with a respectful bow.

Isabella then walked to the cashier. "How much is the total?"

"The total is 2,750,000, Miss," the cashier replied politely.

Isabella took out her black card. "Round it up to 5,000,000. The rest is for Viona as a tip."

The cashier was taken aback for a moment before breaking into a broad smile. "Thank you very much, Miss Isabella. Please come again anytime."

With a new haircut that exuded an aura of confidence, Isabella again ordered an online taxi to the most expensive Mercedes-Benz showroom in the city.

About twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the magnificent showroom. Isabella stepped gracefully inside. At first, the salespeople glanced briefly and ignored her—perhaps because she had arrived by online taxi.

Only one person approached, a young salesperson named Arabela. Her dimples made her friendly smile even more captivating.

"Good afternoon. My name is Arabela. Are you looking to buy a car today?"

Isabella looked at her and smiled. "Yes, could you show me some of the cars available?"

"Of course, with pleasure. Is there a particular model you’d like?"

"All I know is the brand, Mercedes Benz. As for the models, I honestly don’t know much about them," Isabella answered honestly.

Arabella chuckled. "No problem, Sis. I’ll explain some of our best models. You can also take a test drive."

"Very good. Thank you, Arabela."

They walked around. Arabela patiently explained the various models. Isabella listened, nodding occasionally, but her eyes were drawn to an elegant black car in the corner.

"What about that one? That black car over there, what model is it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

Arabela turned and smiled. "That’s the latest Mercedes Benz Maybach, the most expensive and exclusive. The design is both dashing and luxurious."

Isabella approached, her eyes gleaming with interest. After listening to Arabela’s detailed explanation of the engine, interior, and advanced safety features, Isabella nodded firmly.

"Okay, I’ve decided. I want this one. I’ll pay cash right now."

Arabela could barely hide her excitement. The showroom manager, Andro, who happened to be passing by, immediately approached. "Excellent! Arabela, prepare a sales draft immediately," he quickly ordered.

As Isabella handed over her ID card for the administrative process, another employee hurried over. "Mr. Andro, I’ve already reserved this unit for my customer!" she protested impolitely.

Andro gave her a cold look. "Your customer canceled their order yesterday, and the others are demanding unreasonable discounts. So this unit is legitimately for Miss Isabella."

Isabella glanced briefly, not wanting to get involved in an argument. Andro immediately led her to a private room. "Please have a seat, Miss. It will only take a moment."

"Thank you, Mr. Andro," Isabella replied calmly, handing over her black card.

The transaction proceeded smoothly. Isabella swiped her card, worth tens of billions, with a casual expression, as if she were just buying boiled peanuts on the side of the road. Andro was amazed.

"This is my business card, Miss. If there’s a new model, I’ll let you know," she said, handing it over.

"Thank you, Sir. But please, if there’s any new information, let Arabela contact me. I’m satisfied with the service," Isabella said with a smile.

Arabela, who received her personal QR code, was almost shocked to see a notification of a large tip transfer on her phone. "Sis...Sis Isabella, this is too much. I feel bad."

"Just accept it. That’s your fortune today. Your service is extraordinary," Isabella said firmly.

Several other employees who had previously looked down on her could only stare enviously. They couldn’t believe a girl who came by online taxi could afford to buy the most expensive car in cash.

As she exited the transaction room, Isabella strode gracefully toward her new car, which was now officially hers. She stared at her reflection in the shiny black car, a satisfied smile etched on her lips.

"Finally, I can give myself the appreciation I deserve," he muttered under his breath before opening the door of his new car and driving out of the showroom with pride.