CHAPTER 47
Zayan wore his diamond-encrusted Rolex, adjusting its dial. The stylist standing next to him fixed his bowtie and gelled his hair to perfection. His hands trembled a bit, a single mistake and he would be done for life, but even then he couldn't deny that the man looked regal and suave, exuding a sense of class and aristocracy.
"Mr Orsini, you are done with your dress and styling." The stylist said, stepping aside and letting him take a look at himself in the full-view mirror.
"You can leave," Zayan muttered after a while of assessing himself.
The designer released a sigh of relief and mentally thanked God for saving him before bowing his head and exiting his hotel suite.
Zayan picked up his Versace Eros limited edition cologne and sprayed some on his wrists and collar.
He
