Hollywood Hunter - Chapter 1690

Emma Treston lives with her children in a single-family house on 65th Street on the Upper East Side near Lexington Avenue.

In the eyes of many insiders, this woman who was so lucky has quit the fashion circle that has just opened up since she became pregnant last year. After the birth of the child, she kept a low profile. While taking care of the child, she quietly opened a small fashion business. The interior design firm, but only hidden behind the scenes, also took on some of the usual family responsibilities and helped the Westeros system manage a public welfare fund.

In fact, this is mainly also, Emma Treston also understands how lucky she is.

An ordinary small-town girl from the central state of Kansas, to put it bluntly, in the eyes of the country's upper elite, she is the kind of red-necked pariah who doesn't even count as the middle class, or a more demeaning title, white trash.

At the beginning, after finishing her studies with a large student loan, Emma Treston just wanted to gain a firm foothold in this big city, and it was best to rely on her fairly good skin. , marry a good man.

In any era, in any country, it is not so easy to break through the class.

The closest attempt was unsuccessful.

Leaving a daughter, and a compensation for letting her finally not have to rent a house, but it is really far from her expectations.

Seeing that I was nearly 30 years old, well, it was still a few years away, only 27 years old, and I was a little self-sacrificing and went to the nightclub to have a party. Unexpectedly, I encountered the biggest turning point in my life.

Occasionally waking up in the middle of the night, Emma Treston inevitably wondered if everything was a dream.

of course not.

A certain little guy was conceived in her womb, then born, and then, in a blink of an eye, he was already 1 year old, and he could call Dad at seven or eight months. This was the first word she taught her child. Now, not only has she learned to walk , and will count from 1 to 10, she dare not take credit at all, firmly believing that this must be the result of a man's genius gene.

until now.

Emma Treston wants nothing but to protect her life now.

As for more...

I don't feel that I have the right to ask for more, I am too greedy, and I will be punished by God.

What's more, living in the Upper East Side and gradually integrating into this circle, I have seen a lot of problems that appear to be glamorous on the surface, but actually because men may steal food, because there are a few more wrinkles on the face, because children do not get good grades in aristocratic schools. Unsatisfactory problems, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, an Upper East Side lady, Emma understands even more, except for the occasional worry that her little guy will be like the son of a certain lady's family in the future. Being too naughty always causes accidents, and it’s okay to race cars on the street, but what if you hurt yourself? Or like another noble lady's boy, who just entered puberty and doesn't like girls, it just makes the devout Catholic couple want to go crazy... These are all long-term considerations, the rest, the current life, really It's too easy.

October 23, it's a Monday.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Two hours before the birthday party at seven o'clock, the man arrived on time, and Emma Treston greeted her at the door with the child in her arms.

After saying hello, he quickly gestured to the child in his arms.

The little guy named Jack Westero obediently called Dad, this was indeed the first word he learned, so he was very skilled, but after all, he didn't get along very often. For a certain man, the little boy's heart was revealed again. A very contradictory sense of strangeness, a timid appearance.

Simon took the child with a smile, held it in his arms, and nodded at the housekeeper Angourie Davis, who also rushed over. He walked into the living room and glanced at the warm and warm party costumes around him, but he remembered one thing. Ask Emma next to him: "Where's Lisa, was you sent back to Kansas again?"

Lisa Treston, Emma's daughter, is 3 years old this year.

Simon still knew the situation of the little girl very well, or, frankly, the reason why Emma was able to gain some kind of competitive advantage among the three girls she met at the 'Tunnel' nightclub was precisely because she was a single mother.

Um.

Later, when little Jack was born, Simon occasionally remembered, reminding women that they could take their daughters over and raise them together, and he would not mind.

Really nothing to mind.

In comparison, Simon subconsciously cares more about irresponsible mothers.

Emma Treston, who is already a mother of two children but is more graceful and graceful, heard Simon mention this suddenly, narrowed her eyes slightly, and subconsciously grabbed the little hand of her precious son who was being held by the man, shook it slightly, and whispered softly. Dao: "Today...it's special after all."

Of course, I remember what the man said at the beginning, and the child did pick up New York from his hometown in Kansas.

However, Emma never took the man's words seriously.

I watched a documentary about lions. After the male lion defeated the old lion king and became the new king of the lion group, he would kill all the cubs left by the former leader as soon as possible.

vivid memory.

A small analogy, the kind that is human, Emma firmly believes, how could she not mind?

Therefore, except for the period of time when the child was brought to New York at the request of the man, and he specially arranged to meet him a few times when he arrived, other than that, most of the time, when Simon appeared, she would make a little girl try not to appear in the man. in sight.

Same goes for this birthday party.

She had already sent her daughter back to Kansas a week in advance, not to find someone nearby to take care of her, but also to think that if a man asks today, she can actually give a reason, the grandparents miss the child, this is going back to visit relatives.

Compared with the past, the hometown is also very good now.

Last year, with the permission of the man, Emma bought a large farm for her parents, with a total area of ​​20,000 acres. , Now, Treston can be regarded as a small famous family in the local area, and both parents and two older brothers enjoy a decency that has never been seen before.

This can also be regarded as some of her selfishness. After all, she has heard too many things about being entangled by her relatives and breaking down after she developed too much.

Even if the family's previous character gave her enough confidence, however, who knows after that? Even if she understands that a certain man has enough strength to help her block certain possibilities, however, she doesn't want to have any splits with her family at all. To a certain extent, it is still a kind of backing for her.

Given a farm, it is a very reasonable arrangement.

In short, if the child is temporarily sent there, Little Lisa will definitely not be treated badly.

Simon didn't delve into Emma's mind, but just joked that his daughter would not be close to her when she grew up, and he walked through the living room on the first floor and came to a small living room on the second floor.

Sitting down on the sofa with her son in her arms, Emma immediately took another folder from the housekeeper, handed it over and said, "Simon, this is the guest list for tonight, do you want to temporarily adjust it?"

"Temporary adjustment, then you will lose a few friends."

Simon said and laughed, holding his son in one hand, while flipping open the folder, browsing the guest list with great interest.

Certainly not a temporary adjustment.

Just curious who Amy will invite tonight.

I have to say that, just by simply swiping, Simon has a little admiration for the circle of contacts that the women around him have run in New York in just one or two years.

There are detailed notes on the list.

Heirs of billionaire families, young couples of emerging politicians, famous Wall Street financiers, and so on.

There are more than ten pages of information, but in general there are not many. Most of them are couples with children. Counting a small number of single guests, there are only fifty or sixty people in total. However, all these guests can be regarded as The group at the top of the pyramid in this country and even the world.

Emma was next to Simon, looking at the man's expression, knowing that he was quite satisfied, and thinking about it, she said, "Anger has given me a lot of advice. I also think that Jack should be in such a circle in the future, it should be very good."

Simon nodded slightly.

Although there is no concept of class in the subconscious, after all, with his current status, he can't even think of any class in front of Simon.

However, Simon is also not against certain traditional ideas that are actually deeply ingrained in human society.

Thinking of this, Simon smiled again: "Probably all of the same age. Speaking of which, I have seen a few occasionally, but I seem to have met their parents more often."

Emma followed with a smile: "You are so good, it is really difficult to chat with young people of the same age."

Simon glanced around and shook his head slightly: "I don't need to be so respectful here."

"Um."

Even so, he didn't intend to make too many changes in his heart.

The man beside her, even the father of her child, in her opinion, is definitely someone she needs to look up to in every possible way.

After chatting casually, flipping through the list, and continuing to talk about some details of the party later, Emma took the initiative to find a topic again, and turned to the little guy who had been sitting obediently on his father's lap, talking about the child can count from 1 to 10 things, again Indirectly compliment a certain man's genius genes.

So trivial and trivial, in the blink of an eye twilight came.

It was said that the party started on time at seven o'clock, and the guests basically arrived a little earlier. Of course, it was not too early, but there was no such thing as being late.

After all, they all understand how rare the opportunity to meet a super tycoon this night is.

And even if they are already at the top of the world pyramid, under normal circumstances, they will be under more pressure, and subconsciously, they will want to go further, go up, go up, go up. Simon Westeros, few people have the courage to make him the ultimate goal of upwards, but a little clinging to this towering tree soaring into the sky is enough for them to throw away too many of their kind.

Very warm and lively birthday party.

There were about a dozen children, but none of them were of the same age. The youngest was over three years old, and the oldest was almost ten years old. Obviously, after careful guidance from the parents, a little guy was surrounded by a certain little guy, singing a birthday song together. Play games and eat cake together.

The formal process is over, the children are looked after by attendants, and the adults are free to socialize.

Simon thus replaced his son as the center.

However, after all, most of them are meeting for the first time, and there are no topics that are too in-depth. They are basically current affairs topics such as various political and economic topics, which have been really lively recently. At the same time, on the basis of these topics, the guests also changed their methods to show themselves as much as possible like a peacock opening screen, like an interview or a sales pitch.

Simon did remember some names too.

Moreover, I can't help but compare the difference between the birthday party in Milan and the previous one, and analyze the communication differences between the two groups of people in the two countries.

The difference is also obvious.

At this party, there was no woman who plugged in Simon's phone number again.

Of course, it doesn't mean that no woman expresses ambiguity to Simon, and there are some who quietly make small gestures to Simon while her husband and children are not paying attention, but, relatively speaking, they are probably more self-sufficient and not so direct.

This time, there was no carnival until late at night.

After all, the little ones are not too used to staying up late, so at ten o'clock, the party starts to end.

By 11 o'clock, the waitresses had basically sorted out the traces of the party.

Simon and Emma personally sent the little guy to the small bedroom next to the master bedroom, and went to the next door to take a bath and wash. It took a long time. When he left the bathroom, he looked very happy. He was lying on the big bed, and there was probably enough space. Private, and turned off the ceiling light, the woman around him seemed to be a little bolder, next to Simon, and took the initiative to whisper: "Simon, that Georgina, do you want me to ask her out for you?"

A woman named Georgina Luther, one of the few single guests tonight, is a columnist for The New York Times, and she herself comes from a rich, rich family in the southern United States.

At the previous party, Simon and the other party were still chatting happily.

Apparently Emma noticed.

Simon hugged the well-maintained Wenxiang body of the woman beside him, and said with a smile, "You dislike me and want to let me out?"

"Of course not," Emma immediately denied and said, "I just think Georgina is pretty good."

"I think that Sophia is not bad."

When Emma heard the words, her face was still slightly rosy under the yellow light.

Of course, he also understood what the man was talking about, because at that time, he happened to notice that the woman was quietly hooking the palm of the man's hand almost in front of her husband. At that time, Emma was a little scared. What if she was found on the spot?

However, both parties involved were not as worried as she was.

Simon felt the reaction of the woman around him, and said with a smile, "Are you worried at the time?"

Emma nodded: "She... Sophie, I mean, she's married after all."

"Looks like you're still not careful enough."

"Um?"

Simon said: "I dare say that even if her husband found out, there would be no reaction."

Emma thought for a while and nodded: "Anyway, it must be embarrassing."

"You still don't understand," Simon smiled. "Perhaps, Sophia's husband is happy to see this happen."

When Emma heard the words, her eyes widened subconsciously: "How... possible?"

Immediately responded.

Indeed, as the man beside him, why is it impossible?