He despised pretty boys.
The kind who floated through life with nothing but their faces, while men like him — hard working, experienced, elite — were ignored.
He clenched his teeth.
Unable to hold it in any longer, raising his voice, he spoke with thick sarcasm.
"Is this the kind of professionalism I should expect from a top-tier brand like Luviton? Tch tch…"
"Hiring staff who ignore real customers just to drool over some random kid playing dress-up?"
The store suddenly went quiet.
All eyes turned to him, faces shifting from confusion to annoyance.
Salesgirls turned, their smiles fading. Customers exchanged glances, some frowning, others watching in growing amusement.
The salesgirls frowned. They had been nothing but professional—well, mostly—and this outburst was unnecessary. And standing in contrast to Rex's natural, clean-cut charisma, the man's appearance only amplified the difference. His presence, frankly, ruined the mood.
