Zane gave Natalie and Vivian so space.
After hanging up, Vivian couldn’t resist asking Natalie a lot about Zane, and Natalie couldn’t figure out why so many people felt Zane was so unfathomable just because of GN Group.
From another perspective, she initially only knew Zane was the future heir of The Thorne Group, and finding out he was the head of GN Group indeed shocked her again.
"By the way, babe, I heard Ian’s fiancée will be at the show this ti."
Natalie raised an eyebrow.
"So what?"
Vivian picked up a piece of fruit from the table and started complaining.
"His fiancée is quite petty and loves getting jealous. Whenever Ian gets close to any woman, she has to go over and warn them. Now Ian is obviously very interested in you, who knows what illness she might catch."
Natalie thought Ian was already a weirdo and didn’t hold any normal expectations for the people around him.
"What would happen if his fiancée provokes and I hit her?"
Vivian paused in her fruit-eating, her mouth open for a long ti without closing. Seeing Natalie looking serious, she couldn’t help but ask.
"Do you realize that hitting her is equivalent to slapping two families in the face?"
Natalie nodded.
"I know, that’s why I’m asking you what the consequences of offending two families would be."
Vivian shrank her neck; as an ordinary middle-class person, she didn’t dare to even think about such matters.
"I don’t know, but Kristin, it’s better not to offend them, or I wouldn’t know how to help you."
Natalie was amused by Vivian’s cautious expression.
"Should I just tolerate it even if she rushes up to ? Don’t worry, I won’t make the first move unless she acts up."
Vivian laughed dryly a couple of tis.
Heh, with Ian’s fiancée’s brain, the chance of not acting up is almost zero. We can only hope that during the show Ian won’t overdo it and shalessly approach Kristin, that would really be asking for trouble.
...
Natalie changed into a black deep v-neck suit, her hair was pinned up with a hairpin, giving the whole look a clean and sharp appearance.
Vivian, however, was a little dissatisfied.
"Babe, you look so good, with so many clothes, why are you dressing so low-key?"
Natalie looked at herself in the mirror.
"Low-key?"
"Of course, others are thinking about how to outshine everyone, and you think this isn’t low-key?"
Natalie picked up a brooch and pinned it to her chest.
"Still low-key?"
Vivian: ...
"Not low-key at all."
Who dares to say it’s low-key? If she didn’t see it wrong, this brooch was made of extrely rare sapphires, with its base even embellished with tiny diamonds.
It’s estimated this brooch is worth over a million.
Natalie was quite satisfied with her outfit today.
"It’s easier to move around like this."
Last ti when she hit Danny, she had to be careful not to expose herself, it wasn’t quite satisfying.
Vivian: ...
Natalie and Vivian entered with Bartery. Everyone recognized Bartery, so knew Vivian, but Natalie’s face was a bit unfamiliar.
Many people ca up to greet her and asked questions, to which Bartery responded simply, "a student." But no one believed it was just a simple student; everybody saw the brooch on Natalie’s chest. Many were eager to shake hands with Natalie, trying to get a word or two out of her, only to find her responses impeccably airtight.
After sitting down, Vivian patted Natalie’s hand.
"Look over there, the one dressed flamboyantly is Ian’s fiancée."
Natalie looked over.
Complex design, elaborate jewelry.
No wonder Ian kept his distance, at least two ters away.
Natalie was just about to look away when she noticed that the fiancée was also looking over and found sothing interesting.
Why did the fiancée look like she had seen her before?
And so wary.
Tsk.
Natalie turned her head to remind Vivian.
"Want to bet? I bet his fiancée is coming over soon."
Vivian glanced over.
"She’s already on her way."
As they spoke, the flamboyantly dressed woman had already pulled Ian over and sat down beside them.
"Dear, let’s sit here, I’m tired of always sitting in the front row."
When Ian saw Natalie, a look of astonishnt flickered in his eyes.
In fact, Natalie was already beautiful, and with the simple suit paired with her bold red lips, she looked stunning enough. Plus, her Cinnabar hairpin was truly the finishing touch.
She had the air of a modern Mulan.
Even with his fiancée beside him, Ian’s gaze was unabashedly fixed on Natalie. Were it not for maintaining appearances, Natalie really wanted to roll her eyes at him.
Vivian whispered.
"How did such a big family raise a brainless heiress?"
She fancied herself noble, yet uttered such vulgar words. Such flaunting truly diminished the act of showing off.
After sitting down, Ian coldly glanced at the woman.
"I advise you not to play any tricks."
The woman snorted coldly.
"The wedding is approaching; I don’t want any scandals. This Cinnabar woman is just second-rate; when did your taste beco so vulgar?"
Upon hearing this, Ian was so shocked he was dumbfounded.
Shouldn’t she listen to what she just said? With what she’s wearing today, throwing stuff all over herself, she dares to say Kristin’s taste is low?
"You’ve already embarrassed today; look around, you’re the only one who’s outstandingly ugly."
The woman was so angry at Ian that her face turned red.
"This set of jewelry is worth over a billion, what do you know?"
"I don’t know, but it looks like trash on you."
"You!"
Ian glanced at her disdainfully.
"Are you trying to publicly embarrass ?"
"I’m going back to tell dad."
"Ha, better go back now."
With that, Ian stood up and returned to the front row.
The abandoned woman was so furious her chest heaved up and down, glaring at Ian’s back before abruptly turning back to Natalie.
"Just you wait."
With that, she angrily sat back in the front.
Natalie: ...
Vivian: ...
"I’m suddenly quite happy, Ian having such a fiancée, quite unlucky."
Natalie smiled.
"Do you think she loves Ian or not?"
"Not at all, who could love soone like Ian?"
"What does it an if she cos to trouble later?"
"ans she’s brainless."
The two exchanged a smile.
Natalie had never been enthusiastic about fashion shows before, but now she was fully engaged. Foreign shows, it’s undeniable, were outstanding in creativity and aesthetic appeal, offering plenty of inspiration.
Although the whole show was dazzling, it wasn’t tiring, and each piece was highly distinctive.
Bartery sighed.
"When can you organize a show too?"
Natalie: ...
"Teacher, I’ve only been learning for a few days."
"You’ve been studying in Cinnabar for four years!"
"You haven’t even passed on your true skills to ; if I held a show, it would embarrass you."
The old man snorted.
On stage, the bowing and thanks had begun, Natalie looked towards the figure in the front row and gave Vivian a look.
"Co with to the restroom."
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