Stephanie Seymour didn't expect Eric to issue the eviction order so directly, her expression was a little resentful, but she sat up, and suddenly remembered something, and said: "By the way, Eric, we have a party tonight , originally planned to invite Cindy, are you free?"
Eric's mind was on Cindy at this time, and he nodded casually without thinking too much: "Okay."
"Then, at seven o'clock in the evening." Stephanie Seymour didn't expect Eric to be so easy to talk this time, with a happy face, she quickly added: "Of course, you and Cindy can come over anytime."
After sending Stephanie Seymour away and returning to sit by the sofa, Eric said: "A woman who is not very smart, and she is not satisfied."
Cindy took Stephanie Seymour's position just now and leaned against Eric, and said with a smile, "Don't men want women to be stupid?"
"I like smart women now, the smarter I am, the better."
Cindy rolled her eyes and said, "I'm going to let her try to take my place."
"America's Next Top Model?"
"Um."
Eric remembered the original version of "America's Next Top Model" and said, "Why don't you let Tyra try it, I think she should be better."
When choosing the host of "America's Next Top Model" and "Project Runway", Eric considered the original version of Tyra Banks, but Tyra Banks was too young and not popular at the time. Later, it was so high that this position fell to Cindy.
"I thought about it too, but she's black."
Eric nodded and immediately understood.
If the show had started with a black host, maybe it would be fine.
But suddenly changing the moderator from white to black at the height of popularity adds too much risk. Although people of all colors in Hollywood film and television dramas enjoy themselves happily, the problem of racial discrimination is definitely deep-rooted in this country.
"In this case, you can figure it out. I will talk to Anne Sweeney tomorrow morning."
After Eric finished speaking, the two suddenly fell silent together.
After a while, Cindy whispered nervously, "Eric, do you feel embarrassed?"
Eric pulled the woman over, stretched out his hand to caress her belly, shook his head and said, "No, it's just that I have an extra responsibility. In fact, I always knew that I couldn't be a good father."
"You've done a good job," Cindy said, relieved, leaning on Eric, "For Kevin, Xia Xia, and Emma, I don't think anyone else can do better than you .”
After hugging each other tenderly for a moment, Eric said again: "However, if you become the mother of my child, you will never want to leave me easily in the future."
"Didn't you always want to bring me and Linda together, and it feels good recently. But, you have to be careful, Mr. Williams, I'm actually more dissatisfied than Fanny."
"Smart women can be a little greedy."
"hehe."
There are already three little ones. Facing the little life in Cindy's womb, Eric is no longer as helpless as when he was facing Virginia and Joanna's pregnancy. Cindy is indeed a smart woman, and there is no need for Eric to tell her anything. Both of them accepted the matter very calmly and expectantly.
Enjoying the world of two in Cindy's apartment all afternoon, it was not until it was completely dark outside that they remembered that they had agreed to attend the party at Stephanie Seymour's house in the afternoon.
There was nothing to do at night anyway, so Eric and Cindy rushed over together.
In another mansion on the Upper East Side.
It was past half past seven, and Peter Brant and Stephanie Seymour were entertaining the guests in the hall, but they couldn't focus on the guests at all.
Today's gathering was to celebrate the publication of Stephanie Seymour's own beauty book, something A-list supermodels often write to earn extra money.
At first Peter Brant didn't pay much attention to the matter, but at the insistence of his wife, he agreed to hold a small party at home.
However, when his wife came back in the afternoon and heard that Eric Williams would come to the party tonight, Peter Brant immediately became enthusiastic.
Although Eric has long been on the Forbes Rich List's richest man, in comparison, Eric's personal wealth and social influence at this time are completely different from those a few years ago.
The super rich with a net worth of hundreds of billions of dollars, and a series of titles such as the media tycoon, being able to entertain such celebrities at home is definitely a very honorable thing for Peter Brant. Even, if you write an autobiography or memoir in the future, you can make a special mention. This kind of thing is not an exaggeration at all. In many celebrity biographies, it is mentioned that their family once entertained those politicians and celebrities to show their status and make friends.
Therefore, in order to make Eric Williams' visit more influential in his social circle, Peter Brant immediately expanded the original small-scale family gathering into a lively reception, They even temporarily invited some distinguished guests who were not sure of their attendance on weekdays. When they heard that Eric Williams would come tonight, they all readily agreed.
Then, the reception starts at seven o'clock in the evening.
Most of the guests arrived on time, but it was already half past seven, and Eric Williams hadn't shown up yet.
After entertaining a guest, Peter Brant looked at his watch again. It was almost 7:40. He couldn't help pulling his wife, and asked in a low voice with some anxiety: "Fanny, are you sure that Eric will be here today?" Are you coming to the party?"
If Eric hadn't come over tonight, the Brant family would be in disgrace tonight.
Stephanie Seymour also knew the pros and cons of it, but she didn't dare to reassure her, her tone was a little hesitant, and said: "I personally asked for the invitation, and Williams also agreed. Or, wait another five minutes, if they haven't Come here, I'll call and ask."
Hearing his wife's evasive tone, Peter Brant became annoyed, and without giving her any further time, he said impatiently, "Call now, don't wait another five minutes."
Stephanie Seymour hesitated, just walking away to make a phone call. A waiter who was specially sent to the door by Peter Brant appeared at the entrance of the hall and gestured to Peter Brant.
Seeing the waiter's gesture, Peter Brant finally let go of his heart. He completely ignored his wife beside him and walked quickly to the gate.
Stephanie Seymour was stunned for a moment, but also realized, and hurriedly followed.
When the two came to the door, Eric had just pulled Cindy's little hand out of the car.
"Good evening, Eric, I'm so glad you're here," Peter Brant didn't have the slightest impatience just now on his face, and warmly extended his hand to Eric.
Eric shook hands with Peter Brant and said, "Sorry, Peter, Cindy and I are a little late."
"It's okay," Peter Brant shook his head quickly, hugged Cindy politely, and praised: "Miss Crawford, you are so beautiful tonight."
"Oh, thank you, Peter," Cindy said with a slight complaint in her smile, "But, you call me Miss Crawford by Eric's name directly, are you alienating me on purpose?"
"Of course not, it's just a tribute to a beautiful lady."
"Hehe, you might as well call me Cindy," Cindy smiled, and didn't neglect Stephanie Seymour, who was next to her, she took the initiative to say hello, "Oh, and Fanny, you look prettier than me tonight Woolen cloth."
After greeting each other, the four entered Brant's mansion together.
The guests in the hall had already heard the news of Eric's arrival. Although everyone knew that Eric was a lot late, no one complained. Instead, they cheered up and thought about how to talk to the other party before staying a good impression.
Speaking of which, Peter Brant can be considered a self-made man. At the beginning, he relied on some friendship with pop art master Andy Warhol to grab the first pot of gold. After decades of management, he gradually built the current Brant. The media group mainly operates paper media such as newspapers and magazines.
Western parties and receptions are basically for expanding contacts, and Eric has been able to deal with them very skillfully over the years.
Introduced by Peter Brant, they chatted with some guests, and everyone looked for interested people and chatted with each other in small groups.
Because of Andy Warhol's fortune, Peter Brandt has been very close to the New York art scene, so many artists and art dealers appeared at the reception tonight.
At this time, listening to the art dealer's words hinting at selling some works of contemporary artists to himself, Eric listened with great interest, and waited for the other party to finish speaking before laughing: "Tony, I actually prefer classicism." Paintings, especially those of John William Waterhouse, if you can find them, feel free to contact my assistant's office."
The art dealer named Tony Roy didn't show any abnormality at all. He nodded as usual and said, "Mr. Williams, I will definitely pay attention."
After saying that, Tony Roy raised his glass to Eric in a gracious manner, then turned and left.
After the other party left, Cindy, who was holding Eric's arm, smiled and said, "Eric, do you really like the paintings of John William Waterhouse? Interested."
"Of course," Eric nodded, and said, "If you see the works of this artist, you will definitely understand why I like them. However, John William Waterhouse's paintings are basically sold in major UK In the museum. If there are works that come out, I don't mind buying them at a high price."
Cindy laughed knowingly: "Then you just made things difficult for others?"
Having said that, Eric was about to eat something at the buffet table with Cindy, and just turned around, seeing that they were free, a couple who came to say hello happened to greet them, and Eric saw that one of the two couples The lady was about to pour a glass of wine on Cindy, so she quickly reached out to block it, and the glass of champagne splashed directly on Eric's shirt sleeve.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Williams."
This was purely an accident, Eric would naturally not be angry, shook his head and smiled and said it was okay.
Something happened here, and the Brants came over quickly.
"It's okay," Eric looked at the concerned expressions of everyone, wiped it briefly with the facial tissue that Cindy handed over, and then said to the Brant couple: "Sorry, can I use your bathroom?"
"Of course," Peter Brant nodded, and told his wife, "Fanny, take Eric to clean it up."
"Eric, come with me," Stephanie Seymour made a gesture of invitation, and led Eric to a bathroom upstairs.
Walking to the sink, Eric washed his hands first, and was about to clean his cuffs again, but found Stephanie Seymour standing at the door of the bathroom. Instead of leaving, he closed the door instead.
Eric smiled, looked at the shrewdness in the woman's eyes, and said, "Why, do you want to do something bad again?"
"Eric," Stephanie Seymour also smiled, and said, "I suddenly understand why Cindy suddenly gave up her position as the host of "America's Next Top Model"."
Eric dipped some water and cleaned his cuffs. Hearing the woman's self-conscious and triumphant tone, his eyes narrowed, and his body exuded a dangerous aura. He said lightly, "Oh, why?"
Stephanie Seymour keenly felt the emotional changes in Eric, leaning against the door panel, instinctively took a defensive posture, and said, "Do you really want me to say it?"
Eric wiped his hands, tapped on the marble table with his fingers, and said, "Come here."
Stephanie Seymour took a step forward subconsciously, but immediately stopped, and said forcefully, "I'm not going over, you're going to hit me again."
Eric shrugged indifferently: "Forget it."
Seeing that Eric was about to leave, Stephanie Seymour paused and bargained: "You, I'll go if you don't hit me."
"Come on, I won't hit you."
Stephanie Seymour hesitated for a moment before walking over slowly. As soon as she reached Eric's side, she was pinned down on the washstand.
"You, you bastard, don't count your words."
Eric unceremoniously lifted up the woman's evening dress and said, "I always keep my word."
"You," Stephanie Seymour followed Eric's rough movements, her body was completely limp on the washstand, her face was flushed, but her mouth was still unrelenting: "There are many people waiting downstairs, you plan to five Come once a minute, what a useless man."
Eric said quietly: "Just change to a more exciting way."
Stephanie Seymour froze for a moment, saw Eric pick up a box of hand cream on the washstand, realized something, and immediately struggled to stand up: "Bastard, you can't do this."
A slap was slapped again without hesitation. Stephanie Seymour's whole body went limp, and her body collapsed again. Come over and block the woman's sobs.
In the afternoon of the next day, after explaining the follow-up arrangement of "America's Next Top Model" to Anne Sweeney, president of AE TV network, Eric boarded the plane back to Los Angeles.
Looking out the porthole at the gradually disappearing Big Apple area, recalling what happened last night, Eric couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
Mayer walked in with a plate of documents, and happened to notice the weird smile on Eric's mouth, looked suspiciously, and then put the folder down, saying: "Eric, Nokia's information about RIM The analyst report came out, and their BlackBerry phone is really promising, but the company also has a lot of problems."