"How could you say that?"

"At this banquet, I hope you won't do anything out of the ordinary and don't try to attract my father's attention. He hates women who take the spotlight and show off to others. If you want to leave a good impression on him, don't make any mistakes."

"Um."

"He is not an unreasonable barbarian. However, once you leave a bad impression on him, it may be difficult to reverse it."

Bai Yunshang nodded: "I know, that dress..." [

"I'll have someone send it to you."

Pressing the inside line, he asked the maid to bring the dress book from Paris Fashion Week and selected a sexy silver evening dress.

The dress is elegant, graceful and low-key.

When the servant left with the clothing book, he met Caterina at the door.

She slightly curved her red lips, took the clothing book away with interest and asked, "What does he want this for?"

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The Palace Hotel is located in the southwest of France. In 1855, Napoleon III built the "Villa Eugenie" for his beloved wife, Queen Eugenie. Subsequently, due to Napoleon III's failure in the Franco-Prussian War, the "Villa Eugenie" was acquired by the Bank of Paris

, turned into the Palace Hotel in 1893.

Here, people drink and drink, and the feast of fragrant clothes and shadows never stops.

It was said to be a family banquet, but Bai Yunshang saw many people walking back and forth in the banquet hall. They all seemed to know that Mr. Sikong liked to keep a low profile, and they all wore generous and decent clothes, not luxurious but still noble.

Bai Yunshang didn't recognize anyone, so she leaned in a corner and watched the opera performed on the stage.

At this moment, Sikong Zeye walked up to her with two glasses of champagne.

Today he is wearing a gray shirt, white overalls, and a brown bow tie.

It was very hot in the room, but he rarely buttoned his buttons to the top properly, and his bangs were wet with sweat and shiny.

It looks like a "rogue gentleman" feeling.

Ma Zai walked behind him, his silver-gray coat hanging on his wrist.

"Would you like a glass of champagne?" he asked as he walked up to her.

Her attitude was distant and polite. I don't know whether it was because of the occasion or because she was still angry with her.

But he would take the initiative to come to her, and she already felt a lot more comfortable.

I almost thought he wouldn't take the initiative to pay attention to her.[

"Thank you." She took the champagne he handed over and asked, "Where is she?"
Chapter completed!