Cristan watched Arissa, who already transformed herself into "Snow" thoroughly. While the two of them are currently sitting in the cafeteria and her figure as Snow which is very prominent with her platinum hair, had successfully attracted some attention that morning. Moreover, coupled with a pair of bright blue eyes. Her beauty emanated and charming even without wearing any makeup.
Under his intense gaze, slowly, her cheeks flushed in red. Arissa felt embarrassed but she had no other choice. Her stomach had been rumbling since this morning and pretending without noticed his gaze at him, she ate her breakfast quickly.
"Is this your real eye color?" Cristan asked him gently and his eyes soften when he spilled the question.
Arissa nodded softly with mouthful lips and fluffy cheeks like a guinea pig.
"Your real eye color is very pretty, Risa. Why do you have to conceal it? " Cristan asked in curiosity.
Arissa suddenly choked when she heard the question and Cristan immediately gave her a drink so she could swallow the food smoothly.
"I don't want to talk about it now ..." She replied curtly. But her expression turned gloomy and sad instantly.
Seeing this, Cristan raised his hands and reply shortly, "Okay…"
"How about you? Why do you want to help me? " She finally shoots it directly at him.
This question has been swirled inside her mind for a while and she was looking for the right time to ask him. Now is the right time.
"Because I have my reasons," Cristan replied at her and smiling mischievously.
"But…"
"I'll tell you about it after you tell me why you hid your real eye color from everyone ... hmmm.." Cristan said his words and winking one of his eyes amusedly.
"How about your college?" Arissa asked him again with a puzzled look.
"I'm already on leave from college for almost 2 years," replied Cristan casually as he folded his arms on his chest.
"So, I have a lot of free time now ..."
Tch! What a spoilt rich brat! Arissa suddenly feels annoyed for no reason.
From the very first day they both moved in, Arissa felt that Cristan was not a normal guy like the others. Although he often dresses casually and sometimes, jerking around, from the way he eats and behaves, especially, when dealing with some agreements. His style is very elegant and classy. He is also good at positioning himself and easy to adapt wherever he is. Then, with the sudden arrival of his sports car this morning, Arissa can suspect that the financial level of this guy was not in an"ordinary rich" level. But even more. How rich is this damn brat?
Geezzz…..she has no idea at all!!
"Well .. you almost finished your breakfast. right? We have to prepare ourselves as soon as possible. Your first photoshoot will be started in 3 hours from now .. " Cristan said nonchalantly while he is looking at Snow's schedule on his cell phone.
Arissa nodded and rose from her chair. Soon, the two of them came out of the cafeteria.
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Linfey repeatedly called a number over and over again, but still, she hit a dead end. Across the line, the operator stated that the number that she called was no longer connected.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
She cursed inwardly while panic stirred up her emotion.
What the hell is going on here?
At that time, she already arrived at her apartment after made love with Robert in his office before. Her recent manager is currently struggling to find a new assistant immediately for Linfey but the result is a big zero. Her reputation as a selfish and resentful actress is widely known and has spread over so lots of girls resigned themselves before their internship with her even begun.
Monica was the only one who managed to survive all of her annoying behavior for 3 whole years when all of her other former assistants couldn't stand at her fishy behavior at all for more than a year!
But the problem is….
Now, she's gone. Monica is gone. No one has known her whereabouts since yesterday. Her house also empty. There is no single evidence that Monica's family has been living in that slumpy house before.
To make things worse, Monica also had all the dirty secrets that she has done on her behalf. And, if someday, that rancid girl dared to say something….
Whatever it is, Linfey will deal with it herself. She will not let the glorious path that she has been working so hard will be ruined and fall apart in no time. Never.
Linfey growled. In the next second, she immediately threw her cell phone to the wall and it shattered into pieces.
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While waiting for "Snow" who was still in the photoshoot, Cristan closed his eyes and re-assembled the image of Robert inside his brain. So, it was Robert Ferra, the wingman of Wanda Sonata that was currently is working hard to become a core member of the Levy Clan. Fortunately, the authority of the current leader in the clan still holds by his grandpa since his mother died 2 years ago and everyone knows that Great Grandpa doesn't like the foxy lady from the first time, he saw her and entering their house. Cristan also the same. The only reason why Great Grandpa and Cristan accept Wanda's presence is that she was a close friend of her mother, Arina Levy. But who would have thought that his mother died and Wanda was succeeded in replacing his mother at his father's heart?
Thankfully, Great Grandpa still there. Standing roughly in between as a solid rock and defend the clan's legacy. As for him, Cristan has not yet taken the baton of leadership from his grandfather because he has to follow several basic protocols to clan rules that he must comply with. Without them, even though, he had the full support of Great Grandpa, the Senate would never be on his side with him.
Ok, it is alright. Meanwhile, his first move was considered successful. Now, he is already in Fashion Blast and while observing the situation, Cristan can make the next plan to destroy in and Wanda Sonata in one sweep!
Not long after, the sound of his cell phone rang and broke his reverie.
When he picked up the phone, a very familiar voice shouted at him immediately.
"HEYYYY…. HOW ARE YOU, BOY???? WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DID YOU RARELY CALLING ME?? "
Cristan quickly stepped aside and hurriedly looked around for a quiet place for answering the phone.
"Gr….Grandpa?? Great Grandpa?" He answered the call with a whispered tone.
Damn! This is not good news. A bad omen indeed….
"YES !!! THIS IS ME!!! WHO DO YOU THINK IT IS, YOU STUPID BRAT?? "
The old man's voice was so loud that made his ears ringing and forced him to put the phone away for a moment.
"Ok, I'm going home. I will go home this week. I've been a bit busy in college so ...
Sorry, Grandpa…. "
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANY EXCUSES FROM YOUR MOUTH AGAIN!!!"
"I DON'T CARE!! THIS SUNDAY, I'LL SEE YOU AT HOME, BOY!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND???!!!"
Oh my, this old man didn't change at all after these years, huh? Cristan thought, massaging his temple frustratedly. Sigh .. alright, but it's not like him. His grandfather wouldn't suddenly behave awkwardly like this. Like…. After he left the house for almost 2 years and he called him to return home out of blue.
Except…
There must be a particular reason why his grandfather insisted on him coming home.
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