Emma Traston lives with her children in a single-family villa near Lesington Avenue on 65th Street, Upper East Side.

This woman, who seems to be extremely lucky to be in the eyes of many insiders, has withdrawn from the fashion circle that has just opened up since she became pregnant last year. After the child was born, she was even more low-key. While taking care of the child, she quietly opened a small interior design firm, but she was only hidden behind the scenes. She also assumed some family responsibilities as usual to help the Westeros system manage a public welfare fund.

In fact, this is mainly true. Emma Traston also understands how lucky she is.

A girl from an ordinary town who was born in Kansas in the central federal state, to put it bluntly, in the eyes of the upper elites of this country, she is the kind of red-necked untouchable who is not even the middle class, or a more derogatory title, white garbage.

At the beginning, after completing his studies with a large student loan, Emma Traston came to New York. He only wanted to gain a foothold in this big city, and it would be better to marry a good man with his pretty good fortune.

It is not so easy for any era or country to break through the class.

The closest attempt ended in failure.

Leaving a daughter and a compensation that will finally make her no longer have to rent a house, but it is a bit far from her expectations.

I was nearly 30 years old, okay, I was a few years away from it at that time, only 27 years old, and I gave up on myself and went to nightclubs to have fun. Unexpectedly, I encountered the biggest turning point in my life.

Occasionally, Emma Traston wakes up in the middle of the night and can't help but doubt whether everything is a dream.

Of course not.

A little guy was born in her womb, and then, and then, he was 1 year old and could call him dad when he was seven or eight months old. This was the first word she taught her children. Now, not only did she learn to walk, but she also counted from 1 to 10. She did not dare to make any contribution. She firmly believed that this must be the result of a man's genius gene.

Until now.

Emma Traston wants nothing but hopes to protect his current life.

As for more...

I don’t feel that I am qualified to seek more. I am too greedy and I will be punished by God.

What's more, living in the Upper East Side, gradually integrating into this circle, seeing more women in the Upper East Side who seem to be glamorous on the surface because of men who may steal food, because of a few more wrinkles on their faces, because of the child's unsatisfactory grades in aristocratic school, etc., and Emma understands even more that, in addition to occasionally worrying about whether his little guy will be too naughty in the future like the son of a certain lady's family, it's nothing to drive on the street, but what if he hurts himself? Or, like another lady boy, who has just entered puberty, he likes not a girl, which makes the devout Catholic believer couple want to go crazy... These are all long-term concerns, and other things, the current life is really too relaxed and comfortable.

It's Monday, October 23.

At five o'clock in the afternoon.

Two hours before the birthday party at seven o'clock, the man arrived on time, and Emma Traston greeted him in person at the door with his child in his arms.

After saying hello, he quickly signaled to the child in his arms.

The little guy named Jack Westeros obediently called him dad. This was indeed the first word he learned, so he was very skilled, but he didn't get along with each other often. For a man, the little boy felt a very contradictory strangeness and timid look in his heart.

Simon smiled and took the child, hugged it in his arms, nodded to the butler Angry Davis, who was also rushing over, walked into the living room, glanced at the warm and warm party outfit around him, and remembered something and asked Emma beside him: "Where is Lisa, have you sent back to Kansas again?"

Lisa Traston, Emma's daughter, is 3 years old this year.

Simon is still very familiar with the little girl's situation, or, to be honest, Emma's three girls she met in the "Tunnel" nightclub was able to gain some competitive advantage because she was a single mother.

Um.

Later, when Jack was born, Simon occasionally remembered and reminded women that they could take their daughters over and raise them together, and he would not mind.

There is really nothing to mind.

In comparison, Simon subconsciously minds his irresponsible mother.

Emma Traston, who is already a mother of two but is even more graceful, heard Simon mention this suddenly, slightly lowered his eyes, subconsciously grabbed the little hand of his baby son who was held in his arms by a man, shook it slightly, and whispered: "Today... what's special after all."

Of course, I remember the man's words, and the child did pick him up from his hometown in Kansas.

However, Emma never took men's words seriously.

I have watched a documentary about a lion. After the male lion defeated the old lion king and became the new lion group, he would immediately bite all the cubs left by the former leader to death.

Deep memory.

To put it in a small way, Emma firmly believes that how could she not mind if she is a normal person?

Therefore, except for the time when the child was brought to New York as required by the man, he specially arranged to see him several times when he arrived. Most of the time, when Simon appeared, she would ask a little girl to try not to appear in the man's sight.

The same is true for this birthday party.

She sent her daughter back to Kansas a week in advance. She didn't ask someone nearby to help take care of her, but she happened to think that if the man asked about it today, she could actually give a reason. Her grandparents missed their children and were going back to visit relatives.

Compared to the past, my hometown is now very good.

Last year, Emma bought a large farm for her parents, which was 20,000 acres. That was the goal that my father had been thinking about all his life. Before, even if he reduced the farm area by 100 times, he would probably not be able to achieve it in this life. Now, Treston is a well-known family in the local area. His parents and two brothers enjoyed the decency that he had never had before.

This is also some of her selfish intentions. After all, I have heard of too many things that were entangled by her relatives after she became developed and collapsed.

Even though her family’s previous character gave her enough confidence, who knows what to do in the future? Even if she understands that a certain man has enough strength to help her block certain possibilities, she doesn’t want to have any division with her family at all. To some extent, it is her backing.

Giving a farm is a very reasonable arrangement.

Anyway, if you send the child over temporarily, you will definitely not treat Lisa badly.

Simon did not delve into Emma's thoughts, but just joked that he would not be close to her when his daughter grew up. He said that as he walked through the living room on the first floor and came to a small living room on the second floor.

Sitting down on the sofa with her son in her arms, Emma immediately took a folder from the butler and handed it over and said, "Simon, this is the list of guests tonight. Do you think you want to make temporary adjustments?"

"Temporary adjustment, then you will lose a few friends."

Simon joked, holding his son in one hand, while flipping through the folder and browsing the list of guests with great interest.

Of course, it is not a temporary adjustment.

Just curious about who Amy will invite tonight.

I have to say that just by simply scanning it, Simon was a little impressed by the women around him who had run a circle of contacts in New York in just one or two years.

There are detailed notes on the list.

The heir to the billionaire family, the young and new politician couple, and the well-known Wall Street financier, all of them.

There are only a dozen pages of information in general, but not many. Most of them are couples with their children. Including a small number of single guests, there are only fifty or sixty people. However, all of these guests can be regarded as the group at the top of this country and even the world's pyramid.

Emma was next to Simon, looking at the man's expression, knowing that he was very satisfied, thinking about it, saying, "Ange gave me a lot of advice, and I also think that Jack would be in such a circle in the future, and it would be very good."

Simon nodded slightly.

Although there is no subconscious idea of ​​class or something, after all, with his current status and class, he can't even think about whether he can get it in front of Simon.

However, Simon also does not object to some traditional concepts that are actually deeply rooted in human society.

Thinking of this, Simon smiled again: "It's probably all of them. Speaking of which, I have seen a few more occasionally, but I seem to meet their father more often."

Emma laughed and said, "You are so outstanding, it is really hard to talk to young people of your age."

Simon glanced at her side and shook her head slightly: "You don't have to be so respectful to me."

"Um."

Even though I said that, I didn't plan to make too many changes in my heart.

The man around her, even the father of her child, is definitely an existence she needs to look up to in every way.

After chatting casually, after finishing the list, I continued to talk about some details of the party later. Emma took the initiative to find the topic and turned to the little guy who had been sitting obediently on his father's lap. When talking about the fact that children can count from 1 to 10, he once again indirectly complimented a man's genius gene.

It's so trivial, and dusk is coming.

It was said that the party started on time at 7 o'clock, and the guests basically arrived a little early. Of course, it was not too early, but there was no such thing as being late.

After all, everyone understands how rare it is to meet a super tycoon this night.

Even if they are already at the top of the pyramid of this world, they will usually bear more pressure and subconsciously want to go further, upward, upward, and upward. Simon Westeros, few people have the courage to use him as the ultimate goal of upward, but a little climb onto this towering tree that soars into the sky is enough for them to shake off too many of their kind.

Very warm and lively birthday party.

There were about ten children, but there were no ones of the same age. At least they were over three years old and the older one was almost ten years old. Obviously, after careful guidance from parents, a little guy was surrounded by the center, singing birthday songs together, playing games together, and eating cake together.

The formal process is over, the children are taken care of by the servants, and the adults can communicate freely.

Simon thus replaced his son as the center.

However, most of them are the first meeting after all. There are no topics that are too in-depth. They are basically various current affairs topics such as politics and economy, and have been very lively recently. At the same time, based on these topics, guests have also tried to show themselves as much as possible, like a peacock spreading their tails, such as an interview or a promotion.

Simon did remember some names, too.

Moreover, I couldn't help but compare the differences from the previous birthday party in Milan and analyze the social differences between the two major groups in the two countries.

The difference is also obvious.

At this party, no woman sent a phone number to Simon.

Of course, it is not that there is no woman expressing her ambiguous relationship to Simon. She takes advantage of her husband and children not paying attention to her and making small moves at Simon. However, relatively speaking, she is probably more self-reliant and is not that direct.

This time, I didn’t have the carnival until late at night the day before.

After all, the little guys are not used to staying up late, so the party begins to end at ten o'clock.

By 11 o'clock, the waitresses had basically sorted out the traces of the party.

Simon personally took the little guy to the small bedroom next to the master bedroom with Emma, ​​and then came to the next door, took a shower and rinsed. It took a long time to leave the bathroom, and they were all very happy. They lay on the big bed, probably the space was private enough, and turned off the ceiling light. The woman around him seemed to be a little bolder, and was next to Simon, and took the initiative to whisper: "Simon, that Georgina, do you want me to ask her for help?"

A woman named Georgina Luther, one of the few single guests tonight, is a columnist for The New York Times. She also comes from an old money family with a profound background in the southern United States.

At the previous party, Simon had a happy chat with the other party.

Apparently Emma noticed it.

Simon hugged Wen Xiang's body carefully maintained by the woman beside him and smiled and said, "You dislike me, do you want to let me go?"

"Of course not," Emma immediately denied, saying, "I just think Georgina is pretty good."
To be continued...