I’m in Hollywood

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

You lied to me.

No one lied to you, Eric took her out of the room, and ignored Paul Roland and the other party's entourage who stood up immediately outside, and continued to walk out, while saying to the girl following him: You are just Don't be so stupid in the future if you did something beyond your ability.

She bit her lip and stopped talking.

A group of people walked out of the apartment. It was still the same horse farm. It was very late. The lights were on in the open space outside the apartment. The rest of the place was dark. look.

A commercial car was parked at the door. Eric Williams waved to Paul Rowland behind him. Paul Rowland stepped forward eagerly, opened the door himself, and motioned her to get in the car.

She got into the car silently, saw the door closed, and Paul Rowland outside the window spoke to Eric Williams again, and got into the car with the company's driver.

It was not until she left the racecourse and the commercial car drove onto the dark asphalt road on Long Island that she looked at her watch under the dim light of the carriage. It was past eleven o'clock at night. Recalling all kinds of today, it feels like everything is a dream.

However, I am really hungry.

Looking up at the front row, Paul Rowland, who was sitting in the co-pilot, happened to be looking at her through the rearview mirror, with a rather subtle expression.

Although the boss Paul Rowland has always had a bad temper, and he just scolded her during the day, but since signing with wm, the other party has always treated her well.

So he shrank back.

Like a child who did something wrong, but stubbornly refused to take the initiative to admit it.

Paul Rowland spoke first, with a rare kind tone: It's very late today, I'll take you back first, and I'll talk about it tomorrow.

She could only nod her head.

But I couldn't help thinking in my heart, do these men think that beautiful girls don't need to eat?

But, that would starve people to death.

Back in Manhattan, it was already past two o'clock in the morning. She casually found some food from the refrigerator in her apartment and filled her stomach indiscriminately. She threw herself on the bed and fell asleep.

She didn't wake up until noon the next day when she heard a knock on the door.

It was Camilla who came to pick her up.

The assistant didn't mention her resignation, nor did she mention it, as if nothing had happened.

After washing up, Camilla drove her to a restaurant in the midtown area. Paul Roland was already waiting here, and there was another middle-aged man. After the introduction, she learned that the other party's name was Edward Razek. She glanced at the business card handed over by the other party, the vice president of the ltd group and the marketing director of Victoria's Secret.

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.

Immediately it felt a little bad.

Paul Rowland and Edward Razek had a good conversation at lunch, and after a meal, they agreed to a contract, and she was officially confirmed as one of the five brand ambassadors for Victoria's Secret.

But she kept thinking about what the man said would never let her go.

Dazedly agreed.

All right,

She was actually quite sober, but how could she refuse a five-year, $10 million contract.

10 million ah.

Although Forbes magazine began publishing its supermodel earning lists two years ago, top supermodels like Cindy Crawford and Linda Evangelinsta can even earn more than $20 million a year. He also secretly envied each other. However, she never thought that she could get an endorsement contract worth 10 million US dollars in her life.

Such a large sum of money is enough to sell yourself.

Um.

sell?

sell it!

Then, Edward, let's have dinner together when you have time, see you next time, Paul Roland smiled and sent Edward Razek into the car, until the other party left, like a nagging elder, his tone was a bit complaining. The girl who was still wandering around said: Carmen, it's always good to be polite to customers. Don't do this in the future. When others leave, you won't know to say goodbye.

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

Don't be silly, Paul Rowland put on his sunglasses and didn't listen to her explanation at all. He waved to the driver to drive the car over, and said, Come back to the company with me, your contract needs these days. Reorganize. It just so happens that your European agency has terminated the contract with you. Mr. Williams means that wm will take care of your personal affairs in the future. Our office in Europe is more than enough to take care of you alone.

After getting into his car, Paul Rowland opened the door directly, pressed the window and said, I heard that your car is gone, you can use the car that Camilla drove, of course, after a while If you want to buy a car yourself, just return the car to the company.

Watching Paul Rowland's car drive forward, Camilla drove another car over. She stood blankly on the side of the road for a while, or opened the car door and sat up.

She spent the next few days busy.

Various re-signed contracts, rescheduled itineraries, and participation in a public event at Victoria's Secret officially confirmed the identity of her new spokesperson.

There was an uproar in the media, especially those who were familiar with gossip in the fashion circle, and they were even more surprised.

As if something terrible happened.

She also surreptitiously followed the follow-up to Gisele Bundchen's New York Post article, which cost all her money, and the car, after all.

However, the subsequent newspapers just stated that the photos of Gisele Bundchen and Alexandre Ambrosio kissing in the nightclub were just a game between friends, and the matter was over, and there were not many waves at all, as if All of a sudden, everyone is very tolerant of homosexuality.

The fashion season is also continuing. The three major fashion weeks in New York, London and Milan have all been missed, but she quickly booked 17 catwalk shows at Paris Fashion Week, where high street brands are rampant, even including the opening of Chanel's finale. Rick Williams personally helped her say hello to Karl Lagerfeld.

Although the man hadn't appeared in front of her for a while, she felt that he seemed to be everywhere.

Moreover, as if stunned, she involuntarily began to pay attention to everything about the other party, about the Firefly Group, about Firefly Investments, about his recent movie, and about the new annual rich list that Forbes magazine is about to announce.

In the past, she only thought that the other party was a very powerful person, but after knowing more, she realized that the dazzling degree of that man far exceeded her imagination.