Her vanity was instantly satisfied, though she had to feign humility on the surface: "Master, you flatter me. I’m just an ordinary producer; I don’t really understand much about runway shows or anything. But if you truly think I’m up to par, I can just casually walk a few shows for you." Holy crap! Have some shame! Casually walk a few shows? Even top models might not catch Hilton’s eye, and yet here she is? This woman—aside from her pretty face and long legs—what else does she have to offer? Casually walk a show? Does she think Hilton’s runway is some kind of street market? But Hilton nodded slightly: Has Hilton lost his mind? Or is this woman just using a plant to hype herself up? But with Hilton’s godfather-like status in the fashion world, how much clout would it take for him to willingly be someone’s prop? Mo Wenwan’s expression grew unbearably sour, while the other socialites began to reconsider their positions. If Qin Miaomiao were just an ordinary producer, that would be fine—no real backing, easy to deal with! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ nοvelfire.net But for her to casually invite Hilton just to back her up spoke volumes—it meant one thing: this woman had serious connections! They were smart women, and they knew that the more powerful someone’s background was, the less you could afford to offend them. At the very least, you couldn’t offend them outright. The crowd of women quickly performed a 180-degree shift in attitude, becoming enthusiastically friendly as they started chatting with her. Mo Wenwan was practically seething with anger, but on the surface, she had to maintain her warm, gracious demeanor. Damn Qin Miaomiao! She’s deliberately here to humiliate me! I really underestimated her this time! But that’s fine—I still have more cards to play. This time, she thinks she’ll leave unscathed? Not a chance! Hilton didn’t stay for long. After sending him off, the bodyguard returned to her side. As a professional, how could he leave his employer unattended? Not to mention, with so many sly vixens around, the Young Master Lu had made it clear—he wouldn’t allow even a single strand of her hair to be harmed. Qin Miaomiao secretly gave him a thumbs-up. "Nice work!" The bodyguard’s lips curved into a smile, a smile so captivating it could ruin nations. Qin Miaomiao clutched her chest, her face full of mock disdain as she said to him: "You’re too pretty. I’m afraid my jealousy will make me want to punch you." At this moment, a sudden exclamation came from one of the socialites: "Wenwan, when did you get a boyfriend?" It turned out that while taking a photo with her phone, Mo Wenwan had accidentally revealed another picture, attracting the crowd’s nosy interest. Mo Wenwan’s face turned crimson as she shyly responded, "What boyfriend? Don’t talk nonsense." "Oh, come on, you’re still trying to hide it? I saw it! There’s a guy’s photo on your phone. Even though I couldn’t see his face, it’s obvious he’s a hottie. Wenwan, how could you get a boyfriend without telling us? That’s so not cool!" "Yeah, Wenwan, spill it honestly. Who’s your mysterious boyfriend that you’re keeping under wraps ?" "A regular photo would be one thing, but that’s a picture of him lying on a bed. That’s not a casual relationship, is it?" The others joined in with playful jeers: "Oh no, no more hiding, Wenwan! Who is it, really?" Mo Wenwan glanced at Qin Miaomiao, then quickly tried to stash her phone away. Her tone faltered as she stammered, "Stop making things up. I really don’t have a boyfriend." Wang Yan chuckled. "Everyone knows who you’ve always had a crush on—Lu Family’s one and only. That guy in the photo wouldn’t happen to be him, right?" "Lu Family? Lu Qing? Wenwan, you’ve been childhood sweethearts with Young Master Lu, and you’ve admired him for years. Young Master Lu isn’t blind, right? With someone as elegant and gorgeous as you pining after him, how could he resist?"