"Sir, please give me your car keys." The waiter standing on the roadside smiled and extended his hand. "No, please tell me where the parking space is."

"Just turn right ahead and go in." "Okay, thank you."

Karen took out a 10 real note and put it in the waiter's hand. "Thank you for your generosity, sir."

After parking the car, Karen walked back.

At the door, there are staff checking invitations. There will be a Venn... no, it is the most high-end fashion show in the entire Maclay cultural circle. Only real celebrities are eligible to be invited.

When Karen was getting the invitation, the staff directly said "please" to Karen: "Sir, please come in.

Obviously, the staff knows how to look at people, and not everyone needs to be checked, because some people look like celebrities.

"Thanks."

Karen thanked him, but as soon as he took two steps forward, the staff member who let him in earlier called out to Karen:

"Sir, I still need to check your invitation letter." Okay.

Karen took out the invitation and handed it to him.

After the inspection, the staff apologized to Karen: "I'm sorry, sir, please come in." "Why?"

"Because you just said thank you to me." The staff member said sheepishly, "It's my fault.

"It's okay, I'll do it next time." "I wish you a nice evening, sir."

Karen walked in. In front of the show was a banquet hall, where many upper-class people were drinking and chatting. Many well-known male and female celebrities were interspersed among them. They laughed cautiously and humbly while continuing to talk.

The reporters who had received the invitation letter were diligent and polite and clicked the shutter button to take pictures.

These are very professional reporters. They only photograph celebrities and will not photograph big shots who are intimate with male or female celebrities and are married.

Karen chose a larger cup and filled it with ice cubes.

A lady came over, took the initiative to pick up a bottle of lemonade and asked, "Do you need my help?" "No, thank you."

Karen picked up the water and added it. He didn't like the extra taste. "Which film and television company are you from?"

"I'm not."

"That's such a pity. Are you interested in developing into the film and television industry?" "I don't have the energy for the time being.

The noble lady mistakenly thought that Karen meant that there was no chance, so she immediately covered her mouth and said with a smile: "I can provide an opportunity. I just got a good script recently. It's a tragic love story about a cruise ship. Are you interested?"

"I don't like tragedy much, ma'am." "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not old enough to appreciate this kind of beauty."

"It doesn't matter, you can be appreciated." The lady's hand slowly found its way to the back of Karen's hand. Karen took the ice water glass and left without giving her this chance.

The noble lady said to Karen's back: "Perhaps, you don't know who I am yet." Karen ignored her and walked to a seat in the corner of the show stage to sit down.

After a while, the fashion show started. As the background music played, the models came out and began to show off their figures and clothes. The atmosphere was very lively.

Karen quietly saw the lady inside again. The lady raised her eyebrows at Karen. "Dear."

A clear voice came. Eunice rejected the reporter who was preparing for the next interview and took the initiative to walk towards Karen.

The Allen family is the organizer behind this fashion show. Even when its status in church circles is at its weakest, the family still has a high influence in secular business, especially in Wien.

When Karen left Allen Manor and moved to York City, the first second-hand house she bought was an apartment property owned by the Allen family.

However, Eunice's status as a well-known designer in the fashion industry was not achieved through family influence. She and Her Royal Highness Ophelia are very interested in this aspect, and this is a real achievement.

Eunice walked up to Karen and reached out to help Karen straighten the wrinkles on his shoulders: "I really didn't expect you to come over. I just thought I was dazzled. "I should have come."

"Are you going on a long trip again?" Eunice asked. "Yes, that's right."

"Be safe, I'll wait for you to come back."

Eunice knew that every time Karen went out to perform a very dangerous mission, he would come to the manor to check on her. When he returned from the mission, if he was seriously injured, he would come to the manor to recuperate.

This may be the tacit understanding that the two have always had in getting along. There are regrets, but there are also expectations. "You still have time today, let's go have a cup of coffee?"

"Then go to my office?" "Okay."

Eunice held Karen's arm and led Karen to the elevator very gently.

The lady who had previously offered to keep Karen blinked hard when she saw this scene. Her subconscious reaction was that she and the eldest daughter of the Allen family had fallen in love with the same plaything, but her reason told her that the eldest daughter of the Allen family had fallen in love with the same thing.

The young lady looked very gentle and virtuous in front of that man.

"Oh, my God, I want a glass of ice water too." "Do you know her?"

"who?"

"Mrs. Bausili, her family owns several chemical companies."

"Oh, she wants to invite me to make a movie. It seems to be about a cruise ship." "A horror movie?"

"It should be a love movie."

"To be honest, I'm looking forward to it." Eunice raised her head and looked at Karen.

Karen kissed her lightly on the lips: "When you have free time in the future, you can try it." "Then you don't need Mrs. Bowser to invest, I will invest in your movie."

"Of course, I know that you are a wealthy lady now."

Eunice has her own clothing brand and sales are very good, but the most profitable thing is another "silk stockings industry".

Although the Allen family does not need to go public for financing and the outside world cannot see specific financial reports, it is clear how popular this product is now just by looking on the street. The Wien Economic News even reported it on the front page,

The title is "Stockings Empire".

When I walked into my fiancée's office, the decoration inside was very modern, completely opposite to the classical style in the manor.

"What to drink, ice water or coffee?" "Coffee."

"Wait a moment, dear." "Okay."

Karen sat down on the sofa. This position happened to face the floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking out, he could see Wayne's depravity and prosperity.

There were several documents around him. Karen picked them up out of habit and found that they were advertising plans for stockings. One plan was to tie stockings to the front bumper of a car and use people to drag the car forward; the other plan was to use stockings to drag the car forward;

Scratching stockings with a knife proves that they are of good quality and cannot be scratched.

Eunice brought the coffee to Karen, sat down next to Karen, and asked, "Tell me, which option should I choose?"

"It seems a little inappropriate for you to ask me."

Eunice nodded: "Yes, you prefer the fun of tearing it up." Karen took a sip of coffee.

Eunice: "But now even an ordinary pair of stockings costs 100 real. Everyone still pays great attention to quality."

"Maybe we can change our thinking. Its quality doesn't have to be that good, it can break easily, and it can be treated as a disposable consumable."

Eunice thought for a while: "I think this is a great idea. Really, it may really be the future development trend."

"I hope I won't mislead you."

"How could it be? I believe in your vision, my dear."

"What are these?" Karen pointed to an album on the coffee table. "New designs."

"Do you have any samples?"

"Yes, I'll take a shower first. There is also a bathroom and a lounge in my office.

"I think the view here is wider."

"It's not delicious. It's not as delicious as Hilly's."

Little Kangna was holding a plate in her hand, with a piece of grilled lamb chops on it. After taking a bite, she frowned slightly, but in line with the principle of not wasting, she continued to take the second bite.

There was a black cat lying on her head, yawning.

Although the show is over, the models and celebrities are still carrying out various social and public relations activities, and the cameras of reporters are flashing non-stop.

Little Kangna asked curiously: "Why do they tie fishing nets to their legs? Does it look good?" "It's just like you like to collect scales."

"Hmm... I understand. It looks good. I want one too." "You're still young. Let's wait until you grow up."

At this time, Mrs. Tang Li came over, and Xiao Kangna immediately handed the lamb chops to her: "Grandma, eat the lamb chops, they are delicious."

"Thank you to our Kangna." Grandma took the lamb chops and sighed, "Our Karen actually allowed her fiancée to come out and do this."

Little Kangna echoed: "Yes, you should have children at home."

Pu'er frowned and said: "Tang Li, have you forgotten what you were like when you were young? And you..." "Pa!"

Pu'er slapped little Kangna on the head:

"Have you forgotten your gender?"

Little Kangna pouted and said a little aggrievedly: "Isn't this what you like to shout at home, give birth to babies, give birth to babies, give birth to babies!

"Shut up, meow!"

Mrs. Tang Li glanced at Pu'er and said angrily: "Don't you keep an eye on me?" "Why don't you keep an eye on me?"

"I am an elder."

"My seniority is higher than yours."
To be continued...