My Supermodel Wife

Chapter 663 - Paris Fashion Week

"Madame, where are you going next?"

Hearing Clifford's question, Lilia looked away from the window. She rubbed her brows and said. "Go to Gaia."

She hopes all goes well for Vivi.

'Ludwig, you can't let her down.'

...

At 2pm, on the first day of resuming work, Gaia Entertainment seemed busy and had a lot of employees.

As soon as Lilia appeared in the lobby, all eyes were on her.

Good or bad, most of them were mixed with curiosity.

Wearing sunglasses and a mask, she walked towards Harold's office. As soon as she knocked on the door, she heard his low growl. "These people are truly shameless!"

Lilia. "?"

She pushed open the door suspiciously and found that Joe was also inside besides Harold's grim face.

"What happened?"

Harold didn't expect Lilia to come. After getting a little angry, he asked in a stupid voice, "Why are you here?"

"I have something to discuss, so I planned to come to talk about it with you. What were you talking about just now?"

When Lilia was talking, she walked over to the window and opened it smoothly to get rid of the smell of smoke. These two people didn't realize just how many cigarettes they had smoked that the room lacked fresh air.

Lilia didn't take her seat, so she leaned against the window while inhaling the fresh air from outside and looking at Harold, waiting for his answer.

Seeing this, Harold fiddled with his hair and said vaguely, "There is an online account that initiated the topic #Look forward to the big surprise of the eighth day!# and said that there will be an exclusive news that will leak such a big secret to the public. "

"The eighth day? Isn't it tomorrow?"

Lilia was still as indifferent, her tone remained light.

Joe was angry. "I don't know who planned it this time. I just called, and nobody knows who the whistleblower is. Now the Internet is waiting for it, and there are lots of participants under this topic and they are all very enthusiastic."

Harold irritably took the mineral water on the table and took a few sips, the water slipped from the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it off casually. "Do you want to start emergency public relations? I guess your opponent started jumping up and down hastily. In the last few days, the news about your adoptive parents keeps popping up. The media crew at Minerva Hospital tried to break through to find out several times, but all of them were stopped by security officers. If this continues, I'm afraid it will get out of hand. If we don't respond immediately, it will be too late."

Lilia turned slowly, facing the window and observing the busy street outside. "Starting emergency public relations? Do you think that's useful? Joe had so many acquaintances in the circle and no one knew the details of the perpetrator, obviously they were prepared. As for tomorrow's news, maybe not in text."

Harold and Joe looked at each other, then both looked at Lilia's back and didn't understand.

"What do you mean?"

After a moment of silence, Lilia stretched out her brows, and the hair around her ears was blown into her face by the wind. "Tonight, I'll give you something. Wait for the right time tomorrow and use Gaia's official account to publish it."

The two of them said in unison."What is it?"

"Something that proves that I did not abandon my adoptive parents."

Harold's frowned brows loosened a little. "Do you have any evidence?"

"Of course!" Lilia turned around and said with a smile to Harold, "Perhaps you will see someone complaining to me with tears in front of the camera tomorrow. Just wait!"

And the trump card that will come out tomorrow.

Harold looked at the solemn expression on Lilia's face for a moment.

He took a deep breath then released his emotional tension and stress. "I don't know if it's just me or, but it seems that you have been waiting for their reaction to this from the beginning?"

"Yeah right! I already said yesterday that we need to wait till they get all the cards out. Anyway, they can't wait anymore!"

It was only a few days, and the other party couldn't wait to take a big step without waiting for a response.

It seems that the people behind the plan didn't have much in-depth planning.

"Yes, since you've said it. Then neither of us need to worry about you."

Harold relaxed and approached the back of the chair heavily, but his eyes were always fixed on Lilia's figure.

He drank again and asked. "What do you want to discuss with me?"

Lilia's face straightened. "Do you remember the launch of the Van brand? You said you were going to Paris to participate in Fashion Week in February this year, right?"

"Of course!" Harold answered without hesitation. Suddenly, he remembered something again, and his eyes fell on Lilia's lower abdomen. "Paris Fashion Week is scheduled for mid to late February, and there should be about half a month left. What are you going to do?"

"You can help organize it, the Van brand has about 15 clothing shows this time."

Harold froze in his place, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Are you still planning to participate?"

"Why not?" This is Joe's rhetorical question. "Didn't Lilia participate in last year's Milan Fashion Week and was immediately promoted to become an international supermodel? After this show in Paris, I guess she would at least become the top three supermodel in the world!"

Harold stared blankly at Joe.

Joe stared inexplicably, how many models in the fashion week show got this kind of opportunity?

Is Harold braindead?!

Lilia knows Harold's worries, but since this matter was agreed upon in advance, she has to keep her word.

As for her lower abdomen, there's no need to worry.

Most of Van's clothing designs are based on the integration of national styles and contemporary fashion, and there are only a few with exposed styles.

It shouldn't be too hard for her to ask them to modify some at the moment.

"Have you discussed this issue with your husband?"

When Harold looked at Lilia, he had made a decision, and he couldn't help but to ask her.

Lilia was silent.

Harold pointed towards the door with a smile. "Then, you have to go back and ask his opinion first. If he agrees, I'll start arranging the details of Fashion Week for you."

Lilia glanced at Harold silently, moving the corners of her mouth with a strange expression.

This seemed like the first time the man had refused her request.

Joe watched them dumbfounded, feeling there's an inexplicable riddle from the side. When he wanted to speak, he was kicked by Harold under the table.

"Joe and I are going to do something about it for a while, don't forget to send that document tonight."

Lilia sighed, scratching her earlobe then left the office without a sound.

She couldn't say why, she just felt that Jean didn't seem to agree with her going to fashion week.

...

Ten minutes later, Lilia left Gaia in her sunglasses. She got into the car with her depressed expression, and started thinking about what happened.

Paris Fashion Week was the thing that Alex announced at the conference where she was announced as the brand ambassador. If she was not present, there would be speculation.

She thought she really needed to discuss this matter with Jean.