Chapter 1796 - 1786: Why don’t we be together?
Chapter 1796: Chapter 1786: Why don’t we be together?
Emilia Goldsmith held a goblet, smiled and exchanged pleasantries with a few people before walking straight over to him.
"Young Master Lawrence, long time no see." She stopped in front of Baron Lawrence, flashing a charming smile that could captivate anyone. Then she took a glass of red wine from a waiter and handed it to Baron Lawrence, "Lafite from ’82, your favorite."
Baron Lawrence raised his dashing eyebrow slightly, and his handsome face showed no expression as he took it.
Emilia was as lazily sharp-tongued as ever. Seeing the man in front of her accepting the goblet, she clinked glasses with him on her own initiative, took a sip of the champagne, and then brought up the topic Baron Lawrence least wanted to hear, "I saw the news. Heard you and Enna Clark broke up? Tsk tsk~"
Baron Lawrence’s eyebrows indeed furrowed, and with an impatient glance at her, he swirled the red wine in his hand, saying impatiently, "When did you become so gossipy?"
Emilia showed no signs of the self-awareness of a high-society socialite, nonchalantly replying, "When I’m bored to death."
After she finished talking, she glanced at him a few times, then suddenly smiled and said, "Anyway, you’re single now. Why not consider being with me?"
"..." Baron Lawrence’s eagle-like eyes looked at her with impatience, "What drunken nonsense are you spouting? Don’t you have someone you like, someone you’re determined to be with?"
Emilia’s eyes dimmed for a moment but she quickly covered it up, shrugging indifferently and teasing herself, "I do want to be with him, but he doesn’t fancy me. No way he’d be with me, what can I do? I can’t just keep hanging on, right? Even if I want to, my family doesn’t."
"Neither do I!" He gave her no face at all.
Surprisingly, Emilia didn’t get angry, chuckled, and continued, "I think we fit quite well. Look, Lyle Westbrook and Enna Clark are together, isn’t it better for you to be with me than with some little model?"
"What do you mean?" What little model?
Emilia looked at him and confessed without a trace of guilt, "Weren’t you just at the door tackled by a little model? That little model hired paparazzi, camping there in hopes of catching a big fish. If the big fish takes a liking to her, great. If it doesn’t, she plans to use the opportunity to stir up some scandal. Unfortunately, today you’re the big fish that’s been targeted."
Her birthday party, she knew every gust of wind and stir of grass.
She just didn’t expect that little model would be so bold, daring to use even this man. Wasn’t she afraid that the gossip would fail to ignite her fame, and she’d end up being blacklisted in the entertainment industry first?
A glint of coldness flashed in Baron Lawrence’s eyes.
Seeing his expression, Emilia knew someone was about to have a bad day, but she didn’t sympathize with that little model in the slightest. Not knowing one’s own limits and still being so ambitious. Playing with fire, you can’t blame anyone if you end up burning yourself.
She blinked and half-jokingly, half-seriously said, "The news is probably out by now. Even if you crush her, the news is already out. Look, your ex-girlfriend’s rumored partner is at least the Second Young Master of the Westbrook Group. But your rumored partner is just a small model, how embarrassing? So, consider me instead. At least if they write about you being with me, you wouldn’t lose too badly, and I won’t be pressured by my family so much. A second round of collaboration, how about it?"
The first collaboration was so pleasant that she didn’t want to change partners for the second. What if she changed to someone who clung to her?
So, when it comes to this kind of collaboration, a familiar acquaintance is more reliable!