Ghost was styling his hair while his butler watched on.
Butler Douglas frowned and he leaned over slightly to look at the top of Ghost's head.
"Sir, the roots are visible now. Should we do something about it?"
Ghost frowned as he checked his hair. The butler was right.
His grey hair was visible. That was the problem with dying one's hair. He had to retouch them every few weeks.
With a sigh, he waved dismissively at the butler,
"You may leave now. Remember to get me the red dye today, and you can tell grandfather that I would join him for brunch."
When the butler left the room, Ghost sighed as he continued to style his bright red hair.
Once he was done styling his hair and changing his clothes, he picked up his bag and proceeded to move towards the dining room.
When he was about to walk down the stairs, he saw two figures chatting at the bottom of the stairs.
