Chapter 349 Raiders Step 1

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"What happened?" Li Zitao, who was watching the game, came over and interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Charlie...Your Excellency, there is a little trouble." Regarding this boss among the bosses, the assistant was a little cautious, and hurriedly stood up and explained with his hands tied.

When he learned that this temporary model named Vivienne had damaged Gardner's clothes, which was the finale theme of this year's winter fashion show, Li Zitao felt a headache for her.

"I will compensate you, sir." Vivian bit her lower lip and said aggrievedly.

It's not her fault, it's too messy here, no one reminds them what to do, and this dress is 'hanging' on the hanger.

But now it seems that someone hung it upside down, so that when Vivienne got it, she was complaining about why some people admired this kind of strange skirt.

"Compensation, it's worth 4,600 francs, what do you use to compensate?" Seeing her aggrieved look, the assistant's thin and long tone was like a mean stepmother in an opera.

Vivienne was chosen by him. At that time, she was working as a waiter in a restaurant. He brought her here and let her participate in this grand event.

Now, everything is messed up by her.

Monsieur Dior would throw a fit and tell them both to fuck off.

"Oh my God!" The models felt sorry for her, but they gloated in their eyes.

Vivienne is very beautiful, with delicate facial features, and a butterfly hairstyle parted in the middle, with natural resistance and contradictions.

Under the slender eyebrows are big bright eyes, full of cunning, with a kind of natural laziness and charm.

Willful and young, playful and cute, an elusive woman like an aristocratic cat, will naturally be jealous and excluded.

In this immature and chaotic industry, no one wants to see such a colleague around him.

In particular, she was only 18 years old, the age that bloomed like a flower, which made those seniors who were about to wither go crazy with jealousy.

It's a pity that her career was ruined by her own hands before she came into contact with the darkness.

Now she has to face something even more terrifying than exclusion, a huge compensation.

With 4600 francs, Vivienne's brain went blank, the surrounding sounds gradually faded away, and the scenery became distorted.

Vivienne can imagine that when her parents know the news, all the life she has now will be gone.

Dances, dreams, schools, will all be shattered into dreams——

"I think this is enough." At this moment, a check was handed out from her cheek and placed in front of the assistant.

"Is there any way to make up for it?" Li Zitao comforted the assistant, ignoring Vivienne who was still 'sleepwalking', telling him to find Dior's solution as soon as possible.

"Your Excellency, you are really a generous and kind person." The assistant put away the check, looked at Vivian with complicated and envious eyes, and then left quickly.

"Okay, it's okay, you can continue your work." Handing the check book to Ava, Li Zitao turned to leave.

"First... Your Excellency, may I know your name? I will return the money to you." Vivienne's eyes widened, and the tear-filled pupils were full of stubbornness and gratitude.

Seeing Li Zitao's gaze turning back, Vivian said again: "I will pay it back."

"I believe this is my address, and I will stay here for three days." After writing down the address of the hotel, Li Zitao returned to his seat and continued to watch the game.

But his mind was completely attracted by Vivienne, the woman he had seen countless times in "Gone with the Wind" in his previous life.

The woman he felt sorry for when he learned of her glorious and tormented life.

Throughout the ages, there have been too many amazing and talented women who have lost to a love.

Vivienne Hartley, the tragic person loved by the heavens, is as perfect as the stunning beauty in the oil painting,

There is also no escape from this curse.

"God told me to meet her before everything started, is it foretelling that I should save her?" Li Zitao was a little distracted.

If the information in memory is correct, Vivienne is not a magnanimous woman.

Her feelings are delicate and sensitive, and she is always extremely vulnerable.

She can't bear the passion of her lover, but she devotes herself wholeheartedly to every relationship, which makes her finally collapse.

"Now, she should have met her first husband, right?" A top student in Cambridge, an elegant middle-aged gentleman, her life mentor.

Thinking of this, Li Zitao couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and ticked his fingers at Ava.

After hearing what the BOSS ordered, Ava's eyes became extremely weird, but when she looked at Vivienne, there was a trace of sympathy in her eyes.

The fashion show was held as scheduled, and beautifully dressed models came from the narrow alley, posing in front of people.

Stay for about 5 minutes, then leave from the other side, and repeat.

When Vivienne appeared on the stage, her appearance and temperament, the confrontation between body and soul, and the split-like charm were amazing.

Li Zitao's eyes were also amazed, and his pupils became brighter and brighter, which also made him more determined in his previous thoughts.

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After the show, Vivienne loses the modeling job she just got.

This result didn't make her feel bad. When she accepted the job, she just had the idea of ​​earning some pocket money.

She has her own job and studies, acting and dancing, that is her dream.

But she never thought that this temporary job would make her owe a huge amount of compensation, 4600 francs, what should she do?

Maybe she should go to Holman, now he is the only one who can help her.

Thinking of the elegant gentleman she met at the ball and Holman who was pursuing her passionately, Vivienne hoped to get his help.

Taking the tram to the law firm where Holman works, Vivian met Holman with the help of the front desk.

"Holman, I need your help." Vivienne looked at him with only expectation. If he couldn't help herself, the consequences would be so bad.

When Vivian came out of the law firm again, her eyes were completely desperate.

She didn't know how she was going to repay the debt. Perhaps that kind gentleman could allow her to extend the repayment period.

At this moment, the night is sultry, and Paris, known as the fashion capital, is showing its unique charm.

In the past, Vivienne would always shuttle in the streets and alleys, admiring the architectural arts of different periods and the dresses worn by ladies.

People of different classes, how they behave in conversation, interested her.

But at this moment, she was just sitting on the tram in a daze, holding a piece of white paper with the address written on it in her hand, dazed in a daze.

If the generous gentleman does not agree, what should she do?