Sienna blinked and nodded afterwards. "Yes, thank you."
"So will that be all?"
"Yes, and send the remaining balance after the cost has been deducted to this account." She tapped through her banking app, then handed it over. "Here."
Rami glanced at it and passed it to the front desk. "No problem."
Sienna stood up. "Also, can I borrow a van for a while… like for two months to be exact?"
"Two months?"
"Yeah."
"Sure. We have one Sprinter Van available. Please wait while I get the key."
Sienna waited calmly and he soon returned with the key, handing it over.
After signing the necessary paperwork, she left the dealership.
Rami shook his head, watching her coolly disappear into the distance. "She's so mysterious."
Sienna didn't drive home directly, she still had something to do.
When she was driving here earlier, she had noticed a salon.
In her past life, she had short hair from a very young age due to several reasons. Honestly, she wasn't used to her hair reaching her waist like now.
Moreover, to stay low-key during the apocalypse, she needed her hair to be as short as possible. She could also save on water and time since longer hair wasn't easy to maintain. And for several other reasons, short hair was simply better.
The bell above the door rang as she stepped inside the salon. A stylist with rainbow-colored hair glanced up from her phone.
"Hi, I want to cut my hair."
The stylist stared at her long wavy red hair for a while before turning to her.
"Alright. How much are we cutting off?" she asked, motioning toward a chair.
"I want to get a bob.. like shoulder-length…"
"That short?"
"Yes."
"Ah, alright."
"By the way, I want the hair back."
The stylist's hand paused halfway to a comb, her expression brightening. "No problem. Are you planning on donating it or make a wig with it?"
Sienna stared at her through the mirror. "None of those."
"Oh…"
The stylist went quiet and quickly went into work. An hour later, she was done.
Sienna stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair now reached her shoulder, framing her jawline. She was satisfied. It was the exact hairstyle she had in her past life.
The stylist also helped her pack the cut hair into nylon and handed it over, which she directly send into her space as soon as she entered the van.
"Did I talk too much?" The stylist wondered before shaking her head.
Of course, Sienna didn't need the hair for any of those reasons but an entirely different one.
Hair — especially during the apocalypse — would become something extremely useful.
It could be used as bandage, for stitching wounds, tying splints, making tourniquets, filtering dirty water, padding blisters, or even as makeshift dental floss. All these things would become rare during that time.
She drove the van back to the mansion, and the security guards almost stopped her — until she showed them her face and let them stare for a few seconds.
She hummed along with the song playing from the radio.
Just as she packed the van in the garage, someone drove in, driving an even more luxurious sports car. A pink Lamborghini.
Sienna was quite curious which sister this was, but she realized quickly when she caught a glimpse of silvery hair and violet eyes.
The female lead — Shayla.
She was three years older than Sienna, and among the sisters, she looked least like her late father. Thus, she wasn't favoured. However, she still got 1% of his shares.
Stepping out beside her were her two other friends, carrying shopping bags and looking all high and mighty.
"Shayla, you bought a new van?" One of the friends asked. The female lead was a model after all, a popular one at that.
Another friend muttered, approaching the van with a scrutinizing gaze. "This one looked expensive… Oh, someone's inside."
"Is it your assistant?"
"I think so." The female lead muttered, indirectly acquiescing to owning the van.
Technically, it should belong to one of her sisters. But she could still call it hers to save some face. Moreover, she was sure whoever was inside wouldn't say a word either.
Sienna opened the door right at this moment, almost hitting the friend's nose.
The friend's eyes widened. "You bitch! Don't you see me standing here?!" She lashed out her hand as if to slap her, and Sienna's cheek would have been a victim if she hadn't quickly caught the hand.
She glanced at the girl. The cold look in her eyes made Emily shiver, her tongue frozen.
The other friend, Imogen, stepped forward. "Hey! You're hurting her! Let her go! Now!"
Sienna frowned and released the latter all of a sudden. Unprepared, Emily tumble directly onto the ground. She was wearing several-inch stilettos, and the result was a sprained ankle.
Her painful shriek echoed in the air like a banshee from hell.
Shayla stepped forward, her expression frosty, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Why did you push her?"
Sienna finally took a proper look at the female lead. They were almost the same height, but Shayla was wearing heels. Her silver hair was bouncy, and her expression was as cold as ice.
In the novel, she had a nickname — the Ice Goddess. However, after the male lead managed to win her heart, it was revealed she was extremely soft-hearted and just insecure, forced to hide under an icy facade so she wouldn't be taken advantages of by her sisters.
However, Sienna who had read the novel knew very well the female lead wasn't only cold in appearance but at heart as well. Otherwise, how could she feel comfortable asking a thirteen years old to go on a hunt for food when there were zombies outside while she sat comfortably inside?
"Self defense." Sienna responded coldly.
The female lead didn't buy her excuse. Her voice rose. "Self defense that led her to sprain her ankle?!"
Sienna shrugged. "Oh, should I have given her a hug instead? Moreover…" Her lips curled up. "Didn't your other friend asked me to let her go? I was just doing what she said."