Emma Treston lives with her children in a single-family house on 65th Street near Lexington Avenue on the Upper East Side.
In the eyes of many insiders, this woman is extremely lucky. Since she became pregnant last year, she has directly withdrawn from the fashion industry that has just opened up. After the birth of her child, she has been keeping a low profile. While taking care of her child, she quietly opened a small The interior design office is just hiding behind the scenes, and it also assumes some regular family responsibilities, helping the Westeros system manage a public welfare fund.
In fact, this is mainly because Emma Treston also understands how lucky she is.
An ordinary small-town girl from Kansas in the middle of the Union, to put it bluntly, in the eyes of the country's upper-class elites, is the kind of red-necked untouchable who is not even considered middle class, or a more derogatory term, white trash.
In the beginning, after finishing her studies with a large student loan, Emma Treston came to New York. She just wanted to gain a foothold in this big city, preferably with her relatively good skin. , marry a good man.
In any era and in any country, it is not easy to break through class.
The closest attempt ended in failure.
She was left with a daughter and a compensation that finally allowed her to no longer have to rent a house, but it was far from what she expected.
Seeing that I was nearly 30 years old, well, I was still a few years away, and I was only 27. I gave up on myself and went to a nightclub to party. Unexpectedly, I encountered the biggest turning point in my life.
Occasionally waking up in the middle of the night, Emma Treston would inevitably doubt herself, whether everything was a dream.
of course not.
A certain little guy was gestated in her belly, and then born. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was already one year old. At seven or eight months old, he could call him daddy. This was the first word she taught the child. Now, he has not only learned to walk. , can also count from 1 to 10, she dare not take any credit, firmly believe that this must be the result of a certain man's genius gene.
Until now.
Emma Treston wants nothing more than to protect her current life.
As for more…
I don’t think I have the qualifications to ask for more. I am too greedy and will be punished by God.
What's more, living in the Upper East Side and gradually integrating into this circle, I have seen more problems that may seem glamorous on the surface but are actually caused by men stealing food, problems with a few more wrinkles on the face, problems with children having poor grades in aristocratic schools. As a noble lady from the Upper East Side who is suffering from various potential pressures and anxieties, Emma understands better that besides occasionally worrying about whether her little guy will be like the son of a noble lady in the future. Being too naughty always leads to trouble. Racing on the street is fine, but what if you hurt yourself? Or maybe it's like another boy from a lady's family who has just entered puberty and likes something other than a girl, which makes the devout Catholic couple want to go crazy... These are all long-term thoughts, and the rest, current life, is really It's too relaxed and comfortable.
October 23rd is a Monday.
Five o'clock in the afternoon.
There were still two hours before the seven o'clock birthday party. The man arrived on time, and Emma Treston personally greeted him at the door with the child in his arms.
After saying hello, he quickly motioned to the child in his arms.
The little guy named Jack Westeros called daddy obediently. This was indeed the first word he learned, so he was very skillful. However, after all, he didn’t get along with each other often. For a certain man, the little boy had deep feelings in his heart. There is a very contradictory feeling of strangeness and a timid appearance.
Simon smiled and took the child, held it in his arms, and nodded to the housekeeper Angri Davis who also rushed over. He walked into the living room, glanced at the warm party decorations around him, and remembered one thing. Asked Emma next to her: "Where's Lisa, you sent her back to Kansas again?"
Lisa Treston, Emma’s daughter, is 3 years old this year.
Simon knew the little girl's situation very well, or, frankly speaking, the reason why Emma was able to gain a certain competitive advantage over the three girls he met at the 'Tunnel' nightclub was precisely because she was a single mother.
Um.
Later, when little Jack was born, Simon occasionally remembered and reminded the woman that she could take her daughter over and raise her together, and he wouldn't mind.
There's really nothing to mind.
In comparison, Simon subconsciously cares more about his irresponsible mother.
Emma Treston, who is already a mother of two children but is even more elegant and graceful, heard Simon suddenly mention this and narrowed her eyes slightly. She subconsciously grabbed the little hand of her precious son who was held in the man's arms, shook it slightly, and whispered softly. Said: "Today... is special after all."
Of course I remember what the man said, and the child was indeed brought to New York from his hometown in Kansas.
However, Emma never took a man's words seriously.
I watched a documentary about lions. After a male lion defeated the old lion king and became the new king of the lion group, he immediately killed all the cubs left by the previous leader.
vivid memory.
To use a small analogy, it is human nature, Emma firmly believes, how could she not mind
Therefore, except for the time when she brought the child to New York at the man's request, and specially arranged to meet him a few times when he arrived, most of the time, when Simon appeared, she would ask a certain little girl to try not to appear in the man's presence. in sight.
This birthday party is the same.
She had sent her daughter back to Kansas a week in advance, not to find someone nearby to help take care of her, but also to think that if the man asked her today, she could actually give a reason. The grandparents missed the child and they were going back to visit relatives.
Compared to the past, things in my hometown are pretty good now.
Last year, with the man's permission, Emma bought a large farm for her parents, covering 20,000 acres. It was a goal that her father had been thinking about all his life. Before, even if the farm area was reduced by 100 times, it would probably be impossible to achieve it in this life. , now, Treston is considered a well-known local family, and his parents and two brothers enjoy a dignity that they have never had before.
This can be regarded as some of her selfishness. After all, she has heard of too many stories of people being entangled by their relatives to the point of collapse after becoming rich.
Even if her family's previous character gave her enough confidence, who knows what will happen in the future? Even though she knew that a certain man was strong enough to help her block certain possibilities, she still didn't want to cause any rift with her family. To a certain extent, that was her backing.
Given a farm, it is a very reasonable arrangement.
In short, if you send the child over temporarily, little Lisa will definitely not be treated badly there.
Simon didn't delve into Emma's thoughts. He just joked that he would be careful not to be close to her when his daughter grew up. He walked through the living room on the first floor and came to a small living room on the second floor.
After sitting down on the sofa with her son in her arms, Emma immediately took another folder from the housekeeper's hand, handed it over and said, "Simon, this is tonight's guest list. Do you want to make temporary adjustments?"
"If you make a temporary adjustment, you will lose a few friends."
Simon said with a smile, holding his son in one hand as he casually opened the folder and browsed the guest list with interest.
Of course it’s not about temporary adjustments.
Just curious who Amy will invite tonight.
I have to say that with just a simple scan, Simon was impressed by the network of contacts that the women around him had managed in New York in just one or two years.
There are detailed notes on the list.
The heirs of a billionaire family, a young up-and-coming politician and his wife, a well-known financier on Wall Street, and so on.
There are more than ten pages of information, which is actually not much in general. Most of them are couples with children. Counting a small number of single guests, there are only fifty or sixty people in total. However, all these guests can be considered The group at the top of the pyramid in this country and the world.
Emma was next to Simon. Looking at the man's expression, she knew that he was quite satisfied. She thought about it and said, "Ange gave me a lot of advice. I also think that Jack will do well in such a circle in the future."
Simon nodded slightly.
Although he subconsciously had no idea about class, after all, with his current status and class, he couldn't even think of standing up to Simon.
However, Simon also does not object to certain traditional concepts that are actually deeply ingrained in human society.
Thinking of this, Simon smiled again: "They are probably all of the same age. Speaking of which, I have met a few occasionally, but I seem to have met their parents more frequently."
Emma laughed along: "You are so outstanding, it is really difficult to chat with young people of the same age."
Simon glanced at his side and shook his head slightly: "You don't need to be so respectful here."
"Um."
Although I said this, I didn't plan to make many changes in my heart.
In her opinion, the man around her, even the father of her child, is definitely someone she needs to look up to.
Chatting casually, after looking through the list, and continuing to talk about some details of the party later, Emma took the initiative to find a topic, turned to the little guy who had been sitting obediently on his father's lap, and talked about the fact that the child could count from 1 to 10, again Indirectly complimenting a certain man's genius genes.
It's so trivial, and dusk falls in a blink of an eye.
It is said that the party started on time at seven o'clock, and the guests basically arrived a little early. Of course, they were not too early, but they were not late either.
After all, they all understand how rare the opportunity to meet a certain super tycoon is this night.
Even if you are already at the top of the world's pyramid, you will usually be under more pressure, and subconsciously you will want to go further, up, up, and up again. Simon Westeros, few people have the courage to regard him as their ultimate goal, but a little clinging to this towering tree that reaches into the sky is enough for them to get rid of many of his kind.
A very warm and lively birthday party.
There were probably more than a dozen children, but none of them were of the same age. The youngest was already over three years old and the eldest was almost ten years old. It was obvious that they had been carefully taught by their parents. They surrounded a certain little guy in the center and sang happy birthday together. Play games and eat cake together.
The formal proceedings were over, the children were looked after by attendants, and the adults were free to mingle.
Simon thus takes the center stage instead of his son.
However, after all, most of them are meeting each other for the first time, and there are no too in-depth topics. They are basically all kinds of current affairs topics such as politics and economy, which have been really lively recently. At the same time, on the basis of these topics, the guests also changed their ways to show themselves as much as possible like a peacock, like an interview or a sales promotion.
Simon did remember some names too.
Moreover, I couldn’t help but compare the difference with the previous birthday party in Milan, and analyze the communication differences between the two major groups in the two countries.
The difference is also obvious.
At this party, no woman gave Simon her phone number.
Of course, this does not mean that there are no women who express their ambiguity to Simon, and there are some who secretly make small moves towards Simon while their husbands and children are not paying attention. However, relatively speaking, they probably maintain their identity and are not so direct.
This time there was no partying until late the night before.
After all, the little ones are not used to staying up late, so at ten o'clock, the party begins to break up.
By 11 o'clock, the waitresses had basically finished sorting out the traces of the party.
Simon and Emma personally sent the little guy to the small bedroom next to the master bedroom, and then went to the next door to take a bath and wash up. It took a long time. When he left the bathroom, he looked very happy. Lying on the big bed, there was probably enough space. It was private and the overhead lights were turned off. The woman next to her seemed a little bolder. She stood next to Simon and took the initiative to whisper: "Simon, that Georgina, do you want me to help you date her?"
A woman named Georgina Luther, one of the rare single guests tonight, is a columnist for the New York Times, and she herself comes from a rich old-money family in the southern United States.
At the previous party, Simon and the other party still had a pleasant chat.
Apparently Emma noticed.
Simon hugged the warm and fragrant body of the woman beside him and said with a smile: "You dislike me and want to let me out?"
"Of course not," Emma denied immediately and said, "I just think Georgina is very good."
"I think that Sophia is pretty good."
When Emma heard this, her face was still slightly rosy under the dim yellow light.
Of course, she also understood what the man meant, because at that time, she happened to notice that the woman was almost secretly seducing the man's palm in front of her husband. Emma was a little scared at the time. What would happen if she was discovered on the spot
However, both parties involved were not as worried as she was.
Simon felt the reaction of the woman next to him and said with a smile: "Were you a little worried at the time?"
Emma nodded: "She... Sophie, I mean, she is married after all."
"It seems you are still not careful enough."
"Um?"
Simon said: "I dare say that even if her husband found out at that time, he would not have any reaction."
Emma thought for a moment and nodded: "Anyway, it must be embarrassing."
"You still don't understand," Simon said with a smile: "Maybe Sophia's husband is happy to see this matter come to fruition."
When Emma heard this, her eyes widened subconsciously: "How... is it possible?"
Then he reacted again.
Indeed, with the identity of the man around me, how could it be impossible