Chapter 97 - 96: Pretty Boy?
The luxury district buzzed with understated elegance, where every building seemed dipped in wealth and every passerby oozed curated style. A sleek black car slowed and parked effortlessly in front of one of the crown jewels of the street — Luviton, a global icon in high fashion.
The driver’s door opened.
Rex stepped out, calm and confident, dressed in simple yet tasteful attire that subtly enhanced his sharp features. Even in casual clothes, he radiated the kind of charisma that turned heads
As he pushed open the glass doors of Luviton, a rush of cool air and luxury scent washed over him. The store was pristine, with polished marble floors and elegant lighting that bathed everything in a soft, opulent glow. It wasn’t his first time seeing a store like this, he had seen plenty of videos in his last life, but it still impressed him how extravagantly fashion could present itself.
A salesgirl near the entrance noticed him immediately. She froze for half a second, blinking — as if trying to confirm that the breathtaking figure walking in wasn’t some illusion. Then, regaining her composure, she approached with a professional smile, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of astonishment.
"Welcome to Luviton, sir," she said with a warmth that felt more genuine than rehearsed.
Her eyes locked onto him in fascination, not just because he was handsome—she saw handsome men all the time. Celebrities, influencers, even billionaire heirs and top superstars came through those doors regularly. But they were always polished. Styled by top-tier stylists, airbrushed by makeup, dressed in curated pieces, lit perfectly, and then heavily filtered for their social media profiles.
Standing before her now, however, was a man who had none of those enhancements. And yet, he looked... blindingly handsome. So handsome that it made her question every standard she’d held until that moment. She swore, with no exaggeration, that he might just be the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on.
Elsewhere in the boutique, another salesgirl clicked her tongue in envy, regretting not being at the front to greet him first.
Rex gave the greeter a polite nod and a soft smile. "Thank you," he said simply, walking further inside and casually began browsing the men’s section.
As if summoned by some unspoken cue, other staff members turned to look — and in moments, a swarm of well-dressed salesgirls formed around him, their professional demeanors shifted into something more enthusiastic. Their eyes lit up, and they eagerly ushered him toward the latest luxury collection. Before he could even protest, several staff members—mostly young women—surrounded him, arms full of outfits.