The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan! Chapter 101: Sense of Superiority

He walked over cautiously, "Grandpa, you’re not asleep yet?"

Old Master Hawthorne glanced at him, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Simon Hawthorne imdiately presented the item and lied effortlessly, "This is for your hair! I specifically asked soone to bring it back from abroad for you!"

Old Master Hawthorne’s face darkened instantly.

The butler signaled to Simon Hawthorne, knowing full well that the old man had only a few strands of hair, yet he bought him sothing for it.

Simon Hawthorne was quick-witted and reacted swiftly, "Grandpa, this is for hair growth! It works incredibly well! You’ll know once you use it!"

This improved Old Master Hawthorne’s expression a bit, "Let see."

Simon Hawthorne handed the item to Old Master Hawthorne, who opened it and slled it. The scent was quite nice though the color seed a bit odd.

Putting it on the forehead, what would it look like?

But since his grandson had the thought, he certainly wasn’t going to refuse it.

To reward his grandson, Old Master Hawthorne was rather generous, casually tossing Simon Hawthorne a bank card, "Here’s so pocket money for you."

Simon Hawthorne was overjoyed, kissed Old Master Hawthorne several tis with the card in hand, and then left.

When Old Master Hawthorne was young, he worked hard for the company and started balding in middle age. Now that he’s older, he’s losing hair even more, practically having no hair left.

The few of his old friends, all the sa age and good pals, all had luscious hair, appearing many years younger than him. People who didn’t know often mistook them for his sons.

This made the face-loving Old Master Hawthorne reluctant to go out and play with that group of friends.

He had tried many folk redies, but his bald head persisted, leaving him quite desperate.

Although he knew the dicine his grandson brought wouldn’t do much, at least it was imported, and he didn’t want to waste it.

So at night, Old Master Hawthorne applied so to his scalp.

Even though the color seed odd, once spread evenly, it wasn’t noticeable, and upon application, Old Master Hawthorne felt quite comfortable, sleeping especially well that night.

Being a thrifty man, Old Master Hawthorne applied it every day until the ointnt was nearly finished.

That day, the group of friends invited him out again, and since he hadn’t seen them in a while, he missed them and agreed.

Upon arrival, he found everyone staring at him with mysterious expressions.

He was perplexed, and one of the old friends said, "Old Haw, why are you looking younger lately?"

Old Master Hawthorne loved hearing this, "Haha, maybe it’s because my children and grandchildren are doing well, so my mindset is better."

"No, no..." the old friend circled around Old Master Hawthorne, and finally, his gaze fell on Old Master Hawthorne’s forehead.

He stared at Old Master Hawthorne’s forehead for a while and even reached out to touch it.

Old Master Hawthorne, "Why are you touching ?"

At this age, being touched by soone wasn’t exactly pleasing to him.

Yet the old friend looked astonished and touched Old Master Hawthorne’s scalp again.

The sensation was slightly prickly, clearly indicating the growth of many hairs.

"Old Haw, did you secretly go for a hair transplant without us?!"

Old Master Hawthorne, "...?"

"Where did you get it done? It’s done well, with a lot of hair volu and good quality."

Old Master Hawthorne was completely puzzled and reached out to feel his own scalp, discovering that it was indeed sowhat prickly.

Did he grow hair?

Old Master Hawthorne couldn’t believe it, given he’d been bald for so many years.

He took out a small mirror from his bag and looked at himself, finding a layer of very short stubble on his head, seemingly dense.

Did he really grow hair?

The sudden happiness brought tears to Old Master Hawthorne’s eyes.

"Old Haw, you’re too selfish; you know I’m also losing hair seriously. Why didn’t you call for the transplant?"

Old Master Hawthorne was still in a daze, pondering how he actually grew hair.

After a mont’s thought, he recalled the ointnt Simon Hawthorne had brought ho.

He had complained there was too much and couldn’t finish it, so he and the butler used it together.

And now he had grown hair, it must be related to that ointnt!

Old Master Hawthorne wasted no ti, imdiately calling back to the old house.

The butler answered, "Master, what’s the matter? I am applying the ointnt now!"

"Applying the ointnt?"

"Yes, Master, rest assured, I always apply quite a lot, and it will be used up soon."

Old Master Hawthorne, "...!!"

He was almost speechless with anger, "Stop, stop! Use less of it! No wasting!"

The butler, "...?"

Old Master Hawthorne, "How long have we been applying it together?"

"Since the beginning with you, Master."

To verify if it was because of the ointnt, confirming if the butler had grown hair would reveal the answer.

Mind you, Old Master Hawthorne was cunning; he wouldn’t hire a butler with a full head of hair.

So, his butler was bald too.

He asked the butler, "Now touch your scalp; how does it feel?"

The butler touched his scalp, "A bit prickly."

Old Master Hawthorne, "Look in the mirror at your scalp, what do you see?"

The butler followed Old Master Hawthorne’s instructions, then froze, "Master, I see I’ve grown hair!"

Now Old Master Hawthorne was certain, it was indeed the ointnt, "Be frugal, don’t use it all, okay?"

The butler, "..."

After hanging up, Old Master Hawthorne was grinning broadly, though the others looked at him like he was crazy.

Is it worth laughing like this over a hair transplant?

One of the balding old companions who always wore a wig continued to ask Old Master Hawthorne, "Old Haw, where did you get this hair transplant? It seems very effective."

He wanted to get one too!

Old Master Hawthorne, looking smug, "Who transplanted hair? Do I look like I’ve had a transplant?"

Now Old Master Hawthorne didn’t mind others touching his scalp a bit, "Co, have a good look, a good look..."

Everyone tugged at Old Master Hawthorne’s hair, found it strong, and the scalp showed no signs of transplant dots, all were amazed, "How did this grow out?"

Old Master Hawthorne looked proud.

During middle age baldness, he endured much teasing from his friends.

Now, as an elder, he grew a head full of beautiful hair, feeling vindicated and proud.

"It’s all thanks to having a filial grandson."

Surrounded by inquiries about the secret, Old Master Hawthorne’s vanity was greatly satisfied, "Don’t be fooled by my little grandson always goofing off, but in fact, he’s extrely filial, searching everywhere for hair growth secrets for this old man. Just recently, he brought an imported ointnt for , and I and the butler apply it daily. Before long, the hair grew out. Ah, soon I’ll have a head full of thick black hair, unlike your dyed black hair..."

The tone carried a sense of superiority.