Eric opened the door of the room and couldn't help laughing when he heard the girl's words: "That's what you paid to others, do you want to come back?"

"You lied to me."

"No one lies with you," Eric took her out of the room, ignoring Paul Roland and the other's entourage who stood up outside and continued to walk out, and at the same time said to the girl who was following him: "You have just done something beyond your ability, don't be so stupid again in the future."

She bit her lip and stopped talking.

A group of people walked out of the apartment. It was still the horse farm. It was already very late. The lights were on in the open space outside the apartment, but the other places were pitch black. The sky was very high in winter, and the sporadic starlight looked listless.

A business car parked at the door, and Eric Williams waved his hand to Paul Roland behind him. Paul Roland stepped forward attentively, opened the door himself, and signaled her to get in.

She entered the car silently, and saw the door pulling up. Paul Roland outside the window said a few more words to Eric Williams, and took the company driver into the car.

It was not until she left the horse farm and drove into the dark asphalt road in Long Island late at night that she looked at her watch under the faint lights of the carriage. It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. Recalling all the things today, it felt like everything was like a dream.

But, it's really hungry.

Looking up at the front row, Paul Roland, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also was looking at her through the rearview mirror, with a subtle expression.

Although Paul Roland, the boss, has always had a bad temper and has just scolded her during the day, since she signed a contract with M, the other party has always treated her well.

So he shrank his body.

Like a child who did something wrong, but stubbornly didn't want to take the initiative to admit his mistake.

Paul Roland spoke first, his tone was rarely kind: "It's too late today. I'll send you back first. If you have anything to do, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

She could only nod.

But I couldn't help but wonder, do these men think that beautiful girls don't need to eat?

But, that would starve to death.

When she returned to Manhattan, it was already past two o'clock in the morning. She casually found some food from her apartment refrigerator and filled her stomach. She jumped onto the bed and fell asleep.

It was not until noon the next day that she woke up when she heard the knock on the door.

But it was Camilla who came to pick him up.

The assistant did not mention the fact that she had quit, nor did she mention it, as if nothing had happened.

After taking a shower, Camilla drove her to a restaurant in the Midtown area. Paul Roland was already waiting here, and there was another middle-aged man. After introducing her, she found out that the other party was named Edward Lazek. She looked at the business card handed over by the other party, Vice President of ltd Group and Director of Victoria's Secret Marketing.

Victoria's Secret?!

She suddenly remembered what the man said to her last night: Don't worry, I didn't say I wanted to let you go.

Suddenly I felt something was wrong again.

Paul Roland and Edward Lazek had a great chat at lunch. After a meal, she finally decided on a contract and was officially confirmed as one of the five spokespersons of Victoria's Secret.

But she kept thinking about what the man said would not let her go.

He agreed in a daze.

Well, she is actually quite sober, but how could she refuse a five-year, $10 million contract?

10 million.

Although Forbes magazine began to launch the supermodel revenue rankings two years ago, the annual income of the top supermodels Cindy Crawford and Linda Evan Golinsta can even exceed $20 million, and she secretly envied the other party in private. However, she never thought that she could get an endorsement contract worth $10 million in her life.

It's enough to sell yourself with such a large amount of money.

Um.

Sell ​​it?

Sell ​​it!

"Then, Edward, have dinner together when you have time. See you next time," outside the restaurant, Paul Roland smiled and sent Edward Lazek into the car. It was not until the other party left that he looked like a nagging elder, and said to the girl who was still wandering around him in a complaint. "Carmen, it is always good to be polite to customers. Don't do this in the future. No one else will know how to say goodbye if he leaves."

"But," she finally retracted her thoughts and said, "Paul, I, I don't want this contract."

"Don't say stupid things," Paul Roland put on his sunglasses casually. He didn't want to listen to her explanation of the reason. He waved his hand and signaled the driver to drive over, saying, "Go back to the company with me. Your contract needs to be reorganized in the past few days. It just so happened that your European agency has terminated your contract. Mr. Williams means that your future personal affairs will be fully managed by m. We are in the European office, and it is more than enough to be responsible for you alone."

After getting into his car, Paul Roland directly pulled the car door and rolled down the window and said, "I heard that your car is gone. You can use the car that Camille drove first. Of course, you want to buy a car yourself in a while, and you can return the car to the company."

Seeing Paul Roland's car driving forward, Camilla drove another car over. She stood by the roadside for a while, but opened the car door and sat on it.

She spent the next few days in a busy life.

Various re-signed contracts, re-booked itineraries, and participating in a public event for Victoria's Secret, officially confirming her identity as the new spokesperson.

The media was in an uproar, especially those who knew some gossip in fashion circles, were even more surprised.

It seems that something is awesome.

She also secretly paid attention to the follow-up of Gisele Bundchen's New York Post article, which cost all her money and the car.

However, afterwards, the newspaper only made a statement that the photos of Gisele Bundchen and Alexander Ambrose kissing in the nightclub were just games between the two parties, and the matter was left alone and there was no wave at all. It seemed that everyone suddenly became very tolerant of homosexuality.

The fashion season is also continuing. The three major fashion weeks in New York, London and Milan have been missed, but she quickly booked 17 catwalks at Paris Fashion Week where high street brands are rampant, including Chanel's finale. It is said that the man personally greeted her and Carl Lagerfeld.

Although the man never showed up again, she felt that the other party seemed to be everywhere.

Moreover, as if she was crazy, she couldn't help but start paying attention to everything about the other party, about the Firefly Group, about the Firefly Investment, about his latest movie, and about the new year rich list that Forbes magazine will be released.
Chapter completed!