The Uprising of the Despised Heir

Chapter 4

The gallery guard's face turned pale; he certainly didn't want to be topless on such a cold night, let alone until morning.

Stephen snapped, "Why are you silent?"

Stephen grinned at the gallery girls, who had all taken his side and were now giving the guard disapproving looks. "I see, you really are a loser!"

With a disdainful glance, the blonde-haired senior salesgirl said, "Yes, you're a loser!" and the others chimed in.

A brown-haired salesgir sneered, "Should we take off your shirt so you'll keep your promise?" and the others laughed.

The gallery guard's face flushed with embarrassment. Reluctantly, he took off his shirt in the bone-chilling cold.

The security guard said sarcastically, "You're satisfied to see me, girls?" Then he left the gallery room cursing.

After the security guard left, the gallery room fell silent once more. The salesgirls' attention was on Stephen.

The handsome blonde haired man said as the gallery salesgirl stripped the shirt from the mannequin, "Put all the suits in the bag except for this one. I need to change mine." The salesgirls complied with Stephen's request.

Soon, the brown-haired salesgirl brought Stephen his new clothes and escorted him to a large, special dressing room.

She said with a teasing smile, "If you need help, don't hesitate to call me!"

Ignoring her, Stephen hastily went into the locker room and replaced his dirty shirt with a clean one.

In front of the mirror, Stephen saw his reflection and felt better and more confident. Next, he put on the tie, waistcoat, and suit he had just bought.

Stephen said to his reflection, "Stephen, you're not a downtrodden and weak Stephen anymore! From now on, one by one, the people who hurt you and your wife will be rewarded for their crimes!"

After finishing dressing, Stephen emerged from the locker room. It was as though time had stopped; every eye in the room was filled with adoration. No one could have imagined that just a few hours earlier, Stephen had been a poor guy humiliated in a restaurant by his own brother-in-law, which had gone viral and made him look like a pervert.

The girls muttered, staring at Stephen in disbelief, "Am I dreaming?"

This time reminded Stephen of his childhood. He had always been handsome and always been the center of attention at family events and in public. It had made his heart beat faster with excitement.

Just as all attention was on Stephen, a sexy woman wearing a red blazer and matching trousers, entered the gallery.

With graceful steps, the black-haired woman greeted, "Good night, ladies!" All salesgirls greeted her with respect.

The girls answered, "Good night, Miss Chelsey Shaw!" They greeted the main manager of Rosegold Fashion Gallery.

The sexy woman was heading towards the stairs, on her way to her room above the gallery.

Before she could take the stairs, Chelsey's light brown eyes met Stephen's clear blue ones. Like the other salesgirl, she was captivated by Stephen's charisma.

As a friendly businesswoman, Chelsey Shaw refrained from going to her room and chose to meet Stephen instead. She had noticed that Stephen's suit was not an ordinary one, hinting that he was someone special.

Chelsey kindly introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Chelsey Shaw, the main manager of Rosegold Fashion Gallery. Welcome to our gallery. We hope you like our products."

Stephen smiled faintly, "Hello, I'm Stephen. It's nice to meet such a great woman like you."

For a moment, Chelsey was silent. During her career in fashion, especially in Rosewind, she had met many wealthy families. But she had never seen Stephen even once.

Chelsey made small talk, "By the way, you look great in that suit."

Stephen replied, still smiling kindly, "Thank you. Rosegold Gallery is the best at combining design beauty and product quality."

"Yes, that has become our hallmark since the establishment of the Rosegold brand. Oh, are you a model? I've never seen you before, but I sense an unusually handsome aura about you."

Stephen was surprised by Chelsey's guess. He had not expected that the expensive clothes that wrapped around his body would change one's perception so drastically.

Stephen just smiled in response to Chelsey's words. It was impossible for Stephen to admit as an unemployed person who had just lost his job. Let alone admit to being a viral pervert as reported by social media.

Stephen's smiling beauty made Chelsey's face brighten even more. Chelsey's mind immediately assumed that Stephen was a model. "That's amazing! Coincidentally, our brand is looking for new models for our gallery products. I would be delighted if you are willing to collaborate with us!"

Positive signals were generated in Stephen's brain. He was happy because he could quickly find a new job. At least he wouldn't have to bring completely bad news back home.

For a moment, Stephen imagined the faces of Geoff's family after watching his video go viral and him getting fired from his job. He couldn't allow his wife to be ridiculed all the time.

At the same time, even though Stephen now had money piled up in his account, he felt that he was not ready to dismantle his identity as the young master of the Hudson family until he knew the conditions within the Hudson family for sure.

Stephen felt that the job offered by Chelsey was not bad, and he could provide a better life for his wife. Stephen immediately agreed to Chelsey Shaw's offer.

Stephen replied confidently, "Yes, I will. It would be an honor for me to be a part of Rosegold Fashion Gallery."

Chelsey then invited Stephen to her room to discuss further. Unlike the gallery, Chelsey's workspace was beautifully decorated with many plants.

Chelsey remarked, "I believe you're perfect for modeling our clothes. However, I've never seen you in any media before."

"Yes, I'm a rookie in the modeling world," Stephen immediately replied, anticipating where Chelsey was going with the conversation - he knew he would be paid based on his work experience.

Chelsey wondered how Stephen could afford Rosegold's expensive suit without a strong source of income. She considered the possibility that Stephen had been a secret lover of a wealthy woman for a long time.

Chelsey finally said, "Then I'll offer you $250 a day for catalog photo shoots."

Although the amount was meager compared to the price of the suits Stephen had bought, he was thrilled as this would be his first step into the modeling world.

"Fine, I agree," Stephen nodded eagerly.

"May I have your business card, please?" requested Chelsey Shaw.

Business card? Stephen had never thought of making one before as he didn't think it was necessary.

Just then, Stephen remembered William's business card. He wanted to give it to Chelsey, but for a rookie model earning $250 a day, it would be too suspicious to show Chelsey an exclusive personal assistant like William.

Stephen smiled politely, "Sorry, I don't have my business card with me."

"Then could you write down your contact information here?"

"Yes, of course."

Furthermore, Stephen signed a work contract with Rosegold Fashion Gallery. With a beaming face, he emerged from Chelsey Shaw's room, eager to share the good news.