"I," Carmen Keith's eyes flashed, and she quickly made up her mind again, "Of course I know, but I'm only aiming at Gisele Bundchen."
The man secretly sighed that the girl was really naive.
Just dealing with Gisele Bundchen, it's not that simple.
Thinking so in his heart, the man nodded without hesitation, stretched out his hand to the big envelope containing the money, and said, "Okay, I'll help you."
"Wait," Carmen Kath immediately pressed the envelope again, looked at the man and said, "Give me your business card and contact information."
The man paused, nodded with a smile, reached out and groped in the pocket of his coat, took out a business card and handed it over.
Carmen Kath pressed the envelope with one hand like a kitten protecting food, took a look at the business card with the other hand, then touched the mobile phone in the satchel, and dialed the number according to the contact information on the business card.
A moment later, the classic Nokia mobile phone rang, and the man opposite smiled and took out his mobile phone and shook it at Carmen Kath, saying, "So, Miss Kath, have we made a deal?"
Carmen Kess pursed her lips, let go of the hand holding the envelope with some reluctance, tried to make her tone stronger, and said: "She may fly to Europe in the next few days, and you must follow her." , I will call every day to check on the progress."
"Of course, you should trust my professional ethics." The man nodded again, put away the envelope containing the money, stood up and stretched out his hand again, and said, "Then, Miss Kath, happy cooperation."
Carmen Kath again ignored the outstretched hand, leaned against the back of the card seat, and turned her head to look out the glass window.
The man also retracted his hand indifferently, shrugged and walked out of the bar.
What a proud girl.
Ignorant and proud.
After the man left, Carmen Kath stared at the neon lights of the vehicles on the road outside the window, and remained silent for a long time before getting up and walking out of the bar.
…
Even women who disagree with each other occasionally agree on certain points of view.
For example at this time.
The Gramercy Hotel, at the closing party of New York Fashion Week.
Looking at Eric who was chatting with an elegant woman in a black low-cut evening dress not far away, Cindy, who was holding a glass of red wine, couldn't help sighing in a low voice: "Linda is such an idiot."
Giselle, with a slightly depressed face, also nodded: "Idiot."
Although the Quss Gauffs and the girls around did not dare to confess so much, the very approving expressions on their faces also showed their inner views.
After a while, Linda came back alone.
Taking a glass of champagne from the waiter, he took a big sip, then looked at the girls and murmured: "I'm so stupid, really."
Cindy still couldn't help but run on: "Even if you see your childhood idol, you can just rush up by yourself, why do you want to drag Eric over there, oh my god, don't you know his temper?"
Linda aggrieved: "I didn't think so much."
Quss Goff, who was next to her, felt something unusual from Cindy's words, and asked curiously, "Eric, what's your temper?"
Cindy gave Quss Gauff a white look: "What kind of questions does the little girl ask?"
Gisele, Fernanda, and the other girls all laughed foolishly, but none of them tried to explain to Quss Gauff.
After Cindy finished speaking, she glanced not far away, turned her eyes, walked to the wine table, quickly brought over two glasses of vodka, handed them to Giselle and said, "Quick, drink them all."
Giselle took it suspiciously, brought it to her lips and sniffed it, and said, "This one, you'll get drunk."
"It's about getting drunk. If you're drunk, Eric will have to send you back later."
Giselle understood, but she was not quite reconciled, and said, "Then why don't you drink it yourself?"
"I think so, what if he asks Linda, an idiot, to send me back?"
Giselle turns to Quss Gauff and the girls.
I also have a follower.
Cindy waved away a group of laughing young girls, and said, "Okay, go to Eric's after drinking."
Giselle had no choice but to take a sip, wrinkled her nose and swallowed the spicy wine, then retreated in a blink of an eye, looking for a reason: "What should Eric do if he sees it?"
Cindy said, "Then he can't leave you here."
It seems very reasonable.
All right.
At this time, Eric was chatting enthusiastically with this elegant woman in front of him, and felt that although Western women generally look old, there are always some goblins who seem to be completely immune to the erosion of time.
"Ms. Severance, if Linda hadn't said she had hung your poster in the bedroom, I would have thought you were Linda's age. It's unbelievable."
"I didn't expect that I would be favored by Miss Evangelista," the woman said, "However, Eric, you can call me Joan."
Eric nodded and said, "So, your full name is Joanna Severance?"
"No, just Joan, Joan Severance."
It was actually Joan Marie Severance, though a woman obviously wouldn't volunteer a rather tacky middle name. A beautiful woman named Mary sounded out of character. It is more normal for a maid named Mary. In fact, Mary was a proper name for a maid a long time ago.
"Good name." Eric naturally didn't want to explore these things, nodded with a smile, and said, "So, Joan, you're the only one here today?"
"yes."
Joan Severance nodded, changed the goblet from her right hand to her left without a trace, brought it to her mouth and took a sip, her beautiful light blue eyes looked at Eric without hesitation.
Eric smiled at the corner of his mouth, admiring the slender hand without any decoration, and said: "Your hands are very beautiful, I like women with beautiful hands."
"Oh, Eric, you're so direct."
"So," Eric put the cup in his hand on the tray of a passing waiter, and said, "Joan, can I ask you to dance?"
Joan Severance nodded, put her own red wine on the waiter's tray, and extended her arm generously, saying, "Of course, but I'm not very good at it."
Eric gently put his arms around the woman's waist and said, "I like dancing with women who are not very good at dancing."
"Why?"
"It's easier to take the initiative that way."
"Eric, you already have the initiative."
At the end of the song, Eric walked out of the dance floor with Joan Severance, so he saw Giselle who looked like a little drunk cat.
After roughly guessing what, Eric glared fiercely at Cindy who was watching from the crowd not far away. Cindy didn't look guilty at all, and even raised her face at him proudly.
It was getting late, and seeing Giselle's lazy appearance after being drunk, Eric had no choice but to give up other thoughts and take her away first.
…
In a penthouse on Sixth Avenue near Central Park.
The soft white sunlight slipped into the bedroom through the curtains. Eric opened his eyes and found that Giselle was no longer beside him.
After dressing and washing, I went downstairs, heard the sound from the kitchen, and walked over.
Giselle was standing by the kitchen counter, holding a mobile phone in her hand and talking to the other side. Seeing Eric appear, the girl threw the mobile phone out with a bang, and it landed in the sink with a snap.
Seeing Giselle frantically fishing the phone out of the sink, Eric walked over and said with a smile, "You're so guilty, are you doing something bad behind my back?"
"Nothing," Giselle shook the phone in her hand vigorously, wiped it with a towel, and put it to her ear. Naturally, there would be no more sound. She threw the phone aside depressedly, and the girl explained as if nothing had happened. Said: "It's my sister, she called from Brazil."
Although he didn't hear clearly, Eric could tell that Giselle was speaking in English just now.
Thinking about the embarrassed look on the girl's face when she first met Giselle because of an English word, Eric didn't think that Giselle's sister could speak English proficiently with his sister.
However, Eric just nodded and didn't expose it. After all, everyone has some little privacy of their own.
Came back last night with a little drunk cat, Eric thoughtfully did nothing. Looking at Giselle, who was wearing a small T-shirt and slacks, showing a slender waist, Eric walked over excitedly, and put his arms around the girl's sexy body.
Sensing the man's emotions, Giselle turned around cooperatively and kissed Eric.
When Eric hugged Giselle's light body on the kitchen counter, the girl's long straight legs naturally wrapped around Eric's waist.
However, following Giselle's movements, Eric stopped like a conditioned reflex, and mechanically approached the girl's ear, and said softly, "Don't do this."
Giselle was a little confused, but cleverly let go of her long legs, and rubbed her cheek against Eric's face flatteringly, her slender body slid down slowly, and knelt down on the cool wooden floor meekly superior.
…
After New York Fashion Week, there are three major fashion weeks in Europe.
Alexander and Miranda had already rushed to London before Eric came to New York. With the closing of New York Fashion Week, Giselle didn't stay long, just played in New York with Eric for a day, and then hurried to the took the plane to the UK.
After finishing the matter here, Eric also rushed to East Hampton as usual.
Originally, I only planned to stay in East Hampton for two days, and the next stop was to fly to San Francisco. However, just after arriving in East Hampton, my precious son accidentally fell in school. It was nothing serious, but there was an extra Band-Aid on his forehead.
Eric would like to see boys throwing and beating a lot, it's okay if they are too quiet. Virginia, however, was distressed. Hearing Eric's point of view, the woman broke out completely, and scolded Eric as an irresponsible father. Also cried out.
Eric couldn't, he felt guilty for women and children in his heart, so he canceled the original trip and planned to live in East Hampton for a week or two.
…
Originally, even though she was suppressed, thanks to the operation of WM, she could always get a job.
But now, suddenly, I seem to be forgotten by the whole world.
She just wandered the streets of Manhattan with nothing to do every day. She was originally a very lively character. When she was a child, she even sneaked out of the house while her mother was asleep in order to attend school parties.
Recently, I suddenly lost interest in everything.
Like a house girl, she stays in her apartment every day, and Camilla was also fired by her. She is about to lose her job, so how can she afford an assistant.
At first I thought that I might be cheated, and the 50,000 US dollars would never be returned.
However, the paparazzi named Mark really didn't lie to himself, he really looked very professional, and would call her every day to inform him of his 'work' progress.
Then she bought a computer and clumsily accepted emails with photos.
When I was doing nothing, I learned to surf the Internet without knowing it.
The Internet is full of rumors about the Blair Witch that happened in Maryland, and several college students who were exploring went missing because of it.
Americans are so lazy.
This was her first feeling. She opened the electronic map on the Yahoo portal and checked it out, and found that Maryland is not far from New York, and even had the idea of going to see it for herself.
I am like this.
Maybe, being killed by a witch in the jungle would be nice too.
After thinking so wildly, I discovered the use of Yahoo Maps, and turned to my hometown curiously.
I didn’t expect to be able to see my house on the satellite map. Although I don’t know it clearly, it is obvious that it is my house, a brown wooden house, and a birch fence. When I went back last time, my family still raised A puppy, just three months old, looks fluffy, and now I don't know how it is.
So I suddenly felt homesick.
However, I am always unwilling to go back like this, and what have I been doing all these years.
The paparazzi's work efficiency is really high. In just a little over a week, the other party rushed back from the just-opened Milan Fashion Week.
It was still the bar we met last time.
This time she didn't bother to wear any sunglasses, so she rushed over with her plain face turned to the sky.
The two sat down, and the paparazzi didn't make any more boring greetings. He directly handed over a document bag and said, "Miss Kath, this is what you need."
He quickly opened the file bag, and inside was a stack of photos.
She flipped through it for a while, and one of the protagonists in the photo was naturally Gisele Bundchen, and the other one she also knew, named Alessandra Ambrosio, seemed to be from Brazil as well. In most of the photos, the two are very intimate, and there are even some photos of the two kissing in nightclubs.
Although she has just gotten rid of her unknown status in the past six months, after staying in the fashion circle for so long, she can more or less hear some insider gossip. It seems that these two girls have a lot to do with Eric Williams.
In this case, is there any use in photographing these two girls
Flipping through a stack of photos, she didn't speak, but looked up at the opposite side, waiting for the other party's initiative to explain.
The paparazzi took the initiative to pick up those photos, and showed her in a persuasive manner: "Miss Kath, haven't you noticed? The two people in the photos have a very unusual relationship."
She couldn't help but retorted: "They are all Eric Williams' women, you think I don't know this?"