10
Hanson’s little interruption quickly faded from my mind, and I continued to relish the joy of making money.
When I received an invitation to a fashion event from *X Magazine*, I was once again grateful for choosing to focus on money rather than
men.
When I attended the event in a white off–the–shoulder gown, I immediately caught the attention of many.
Among them were Hanson Gabe and Zara Zoey.
Zara, holding a glass of champagne, walked over to me, looking me up and down. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I’m sorry. And by the way, Hanson and I aren’t lovers. We’re half–siblings; we share the same father.
In my mind, a million thoughts raced by… Zara got reborn too?
Seeing the shock in my eyes, Zara clinked her glass with mine, downed her champagne in one gulp, and sashayed away.
I hadn’t yet recovered from the shock when a greasy hand suddenly landed on my shoulder.
“Nancy Faye, your talent is truly admirable. I wonder if I could have the pleasure of learning from you?”
Пooked at the man in front of me, dressed like a peacock–one of the sponsors of the event, Mr. Leonne. My stomach churned.
I gently removed his hand from my shoulder, “Mr. Leonne, you flatter me. I’m not worthy of such praise.”
He squinted his already small, triangular eyes and sized me up, leaning in close to blow in my ear, “Then maybe we could discuss it… in private?”
Ugh, this man has no manners, eating garlic, onions, and leeks all at once.
Where’s the trash can…? I scanned the area and finally spotted one in a corner, rushing over to hug it and gag.
“You… you… you’re so uncouth! Are you trying to disgust me?” he whined in his effeminate voice.
I thought to myself, what else should I be disgusted by? The delicious desserts on the table? I’ve lived two lifetimes; I have to shock the world.
Seeing that I remained silent, more and more people began to look our way, and the man tried to force himself on me, his face coming dangerously close to mine.
Just as I was about to spit on him, a pair of large hands pushed his face away.
“Who the hell dares to push me…?”
“Mr. Leonne…”
Before he could finish, he saw that it was Hanson Gabe standing in front of him, and he scurried away like a rat.
Hanson patted me on the back, asking if I was okay. I felt like I was going to throw up my bile; Mr. Leonne’s breath was that toxic.
Just then, a waiter passed by, and without caring who was next to me, I grabbed a glass of water and downed it.
Only after it was in my stomach did I realize–it was alcohol.
