1 hour later.
The driver parked the Rolls-Royce steadily in front of a large house with a futuristic design.
The assistant got out of the car first and helped open the door.
"Master, please slow down."
"Um."
Lagerfeld got out of the car, straightened his collar, and walked towards the studio in high spirits.
…
His studio is located in the most prosperous area of Country M.
In an area where every inch of land is valuable, he not only owns a duplex villa of over 1,000 square meters, but also chose the most prime location and left a blank area at the door to raise a pond of precious goldfish, which makes him feel quiet and unique in the midst of hustle and bustle.
Lagerfeld walked into the studio accompanied by his assistant. As usual, everyone was busy at their respective stations at this point.
What was strange today, however, was that when they walked in, most people gathered in groups of three or five, discussing in low voices and occasionally exclaiming in surprise.
Until they all came in.
The small group near the door noticed them and quickly dispersed.
Even warned others.
"The Master is here."
"Hello, Master Lagerfeld."
"Hello, sir."
The others who had gathered together also dispersed quickly as if they had seen a ghost, returning to their workstations and seemingly busy with their work as usual.
But he kept glancing in their direction from the corner of his eye.
Faced with this situation, Lagerfeld frowned, his face slightly gloomy, and strode towards his own separate workroom at the innermost part.
Seeing this, the assistant deliberately slowed down and did not follow immediately.
He found a colleague who was on good terms with him, approached him, and asked in a low voice: "What were you talking about just now that made the master angry?" "This..." His colleague hesitated and looked embarrassed, not wanting to tell him.
The assistant patted him on the shoulder and said straightforwardly: "I know this even if you don't tell me. Did you see the press conference?"
He thought that everyone in the studio had seen the news about the press conference, so they gathered in groups of three or five to chat about gossip.
Who would have thought that his close colleague looked up with surprise: "What press conference? Whose press conference? Which celebrity or person in the industry?"
"?"
The assistant was confused by his question.
I met his eyes and said, "Aren't you talking about the press conference? Then what are you talking about?"
The colleague usually had a good relationship with him and understood how difficult it was for him to be Master Lagerfeld's assistant.
A slight hesitation flashed across his face, but he kindly took out his tablet, searched it, and quietly handed it to his assistant.
"Look at this."
"What is this?"
The assistant took it and looked down, his face suddenly changed and he looked up at him.
"this!"
The colleague waved his hands and said, "Don't look at me. I didn't reveal this information. I've only been here for a short time and I don't know this."
"This news just came out online, just an hour ago?" His colleague kindly pointed out the time when the news was released.
The assistant held his tablet anxiously and said hurriedly, "Lend it to me. I want to show it to the master."
After he said that, he didn't care whether his colleague was willing or not. He took the tablet and hurried to find Lagerfeld.
*
In Lagerfeld's separate studio.
He was resting on an expensive independent sofa, with his eyes tightly closed and his hands raised over his eyes. He looked like he had drunk a lot and was a little dizzy and sleepy.
(End of this chapter)