What Salomon calls the "Grandmaid Tea Party" is actually an art exhibition, which also includes a buffet cold dinner, but because the venue is located in the Four Seasons Hotel in Manhattan, it seems a bit high-end.

"I can't figure out where it's high-end." Salomon rolled his neck and tried to loosen his black bow tie. This black dress Athena chose for him was really uncomfortable. He looked at the map on his phone and asked, "There are crematoriums and yellow film shops next to them. Are you sure you have booked the wrong place?"

"It's the Four Seasons Hotel, not the Four Seasons Parking Lot, don't tell me that you don't know what you say. OK, stop playing with your phone, you have to choose a car later." Athena reached out and touched Salomon's clothes, trying to make the Secret Master show the most perfect side. For this reason, she also constantly adjusted the Secret Master's hairstyle and clothing. This exchange meeting was held by Athena's artist friends, and in order to let Salomon participate in this art exhibition and exchange meeting, she also specially asked for leave for him - Eaton quickly agreed to this because it was participating in elegant art, not going to see a ball game.

Athena wore a black slim evening gown with her long skirt opening to her waist, and on the other side, she just dragged it to the ground, revealing her agile thighs and black shiny red-soled high heels with slender heels. In addition, Athena also paired with diamond earrings and platinum armbands, her hair bun was tightly bound, looking very elegant. After the Greek goddess finished fiddling with her, she pulled the arms of Salomon, who was now about the same height as her, with a satisfied expression.

"Perfect." She said with a smile, "I will make them envious. My child, you are so perfect, you look like a qualified gentleman."

"Very good, my dear single mother, Minerva." Salomon raised his eyebrows and pretended to behave, "Let's kill everyone in social situations. You know, I hate this kind of thing very much. If I meet a fool, I will not be patient to solve it with social means. I have many pranks, which makes social death easy."

"My dear child, that's a high-end social occasion, there will be no idiots." Athena laughed loudly, and she pinched the face of the Secret Master, "You are not as cute as you were when you were a child. I still like your round look at that time."

"This is growth, Minerva, the past is just the nutrients prepared for today's growth." Salomon sighed, "I have started to lose weight passively since puberty, and I am still very satisfied with this result."

"You look more and more like an adult. I mean the appearance, not the heart, you have been calm since childhood." Athena leaned against Salomon's shoulder and said, "I applied lipstick today, and you should be glad that you are not the age to leave lipstick marks on your face."

"Gugu!"

"Shut up, you stupid owl!"

In order to make her socialites compare the guys, Athena specially selected a red Ferrari sports car. Just like what Athena said, when she got off the car, her artist friends immediately surrounded her. Even after Salomon handed the car keys to the doorman, her friends still chattered around her, as if she was the owner of the art exhibition - this was nothing to Athena. She has been a social circle in New York all year round, and the Kardashian family was just a socket filled with plugs.

"I'm going to introduce you to someone." Athena interrupted their inquiry in a show-off tone. "This is my son, Salomon. He is now studying at Eton and has a King's scholarship."

Unlike the pretentiousness of the British middle class that ordinary Americans look down on, for the ladies of Manhattan, the exquisiteness in British culture is what they admire. Whether it is the posture of drinking tea or the white cotton handkerchief when coughing, this uplifting atmosphere is exactly what they want to learn and imitate.

But Salomon said that they were just too idle.

Unfortunately, Eton's strict school rules made Salomon perfect in this regard, because if he sipped his tea, he would definitely be disliked by the teachers. Therefore, when the Secret Master spoke that standard London accent, the ladies were more and more welcome to him. "Lorna will come next time." Salomon finally got rid of the women and followed Athena into the exhibition hall, but the handkerchief embroidered with his abbreviation had long disappeared, and he didn't know which MP wife or entrepreneur wife is now in the hands of the wife, "I really don't like such occasions."

"Little Lorna is not suitable for such occasions." Athena nodded and smiled at the passing person, and said to Salomon, "I'm worried that she would pull down the necklaces of those women by accident. Tell you a little secret. In fact, there were several exhibitions that I attended with the Supreme Master. Come on, it's time to meet some real artists."

Before Salomon could ask what happened to the Supreme Master in the art exhibition, Athena pulled Salomon into the depths of the exhibition hall and finally stopped in front of a painting. Salomon could not comment on this painting, not only because he had no understanding of modern abstractionism, but also because he could not see what a pile of pale and bright white paintings could express. He prefers Baroque paintings.

Athena walked forward and hugged a black-haired woman standing in front of the painting. "I should introduce you to you." Athena said, "Vanessa, this is my son Salomon Salomon, this is Vanessa, the author of this extraordinary painting."

"Hello, ma'am." The secret wizard's etiquette was impeccable.

"Oh, Minerva, I don't know you have a son." Vanessa looked at Salomon with suspicion, "and they are all so old."

"You don't know a lot." Athena responded with a smile, not caring about Vanessa's view of her as a rich woman who keeps a young face. Athena turned her head and said to the secret wizard, "Vanessa just came to New York, and she came here to find a stunning sponsor."

"I have some Italian descent." Vanessa reached out to Salomon, "If you don't mind, I can talk to you about Italy."

"Believe me, I have listened to "The Girl of Camellia" less than ten times." Salomon held Vanessa's hand and quietly gave Athena a look. He couldn't understand why Athena introduced this woman to him.

"Vanessa left New York for a while," said Athena. "We were good friends at that time. You can't imagine how much her talent was wasted in Italy, and no one there could find the beauty of these paintings."

"You're so exaggerating, Minerva." Vanessa said with a smile, "I still like Italy."

"Do you like making fried potato pills?" Athena pulled Salomon to the painting. "The reason Vanessa returned to Italy was to bring these paintings back. Just admit that the Italians always wanted to keep you in the kitchen."

"Actually, I like to eat fried potato pills and Jack potatoes." Salomon said very unscrupulous words, "and for the perfect figure you said, I try my best to keep my belly in my stomach. I'm hungry, Minerva, let's jump to the buffet session, I think those little sandwiches are delicious."

Athena smiled awkwardly, then twisted Salomon's waist with one hand. It has to be said that this move seems to be engraved in women's DNA. No matter which country, race, age, as long as women are familiar with this move, the same goes for Athena.

"I don't mind," said Vanessa. "There are not many people here who know art except those artists. They just want to waving money to buy a painting that decorates the living room. Come on, Minerva, don't stand here stupidly."
Chapter completed!