Hearing Paris's bold declaration, Elizabeth, who was pinned beneath Ivanka on the bed due to their height and weight difference, turned her head and shot back, "Then you'll have to get your mom to divorce your dad first."
That... seemed a bit complicated.
Paris Hilton blinked, momentarily taken aback. But as she felt herself seated snugly in Simon's lap, with his arm casually wrapped around her slender waist, a sudden idea sparked. She leaned closer to Simon and giggled mischievously, "I don't have to. I'll just become Simon's girlfriend. Then you'll have to call me mommy, Lizzy. Hehe."
Elizabeth was momentarily stunned by this counterattack.
And suddenly, all the girls in the room felt a strange atmosphere—a collective realization. It was as if a new door to a world of possibilities had been flung open.
Simon Westero was not only married but also famously surrounded by countless lovers. That much was common knowledge. But with his immense wealth and influence, even being his mistress was seen as a badge of honor, let alone the financial benefits.
As Paris and Elizabeth bickered, they seemingly forgot about the man at the center of it all.
Paris's words had barely left her mouth when she felt herself lifted effortlessly from Simon's lap and unceremoniously deposited onto the carpet.
Without missing a beat, Simon pulled Nikki Hilton into his lap, giving her a playful grin. "I think I like Nikki better."
The room erupted in laughter at Paris's expense.
Flustered, Paris scrambled back onto the sofa, reclaiming the spot Nikki had vacated. She pouted and lightly swatted Simon's arm. "Simon, you're so mean!"
She shot a glare at her younger sister, silently commanding her to give up her seat.
However, Nikki, who was often overshadowed by her elder sister, was both thrilled and defiant. Being held by Simon Westero was a rare honor, and with Paris's annoyed expression fueling her resolve, Nikki tightened her hold on Simon's neck, mimicking her sister's earlier actions.
Nearby, the perpetually overlooked Kim Kardashian eyed the armrest of Simon's chair. Sitting there would put her close enough to brush against him. Yet, standing taller than Simon if she sat down felt audacious, so she lingered awkwardly by his side, staring enviously at the Hilton sisters.
Kim glanced at her sisters, Kourtney and Khloé, standing just as forgotten as herself, and sighed.
Blame Dad's bad genes. Even Mom's flight-attendant looks couldn't save us.
Elizabeth and Ivanka soon ended their tussle, especially with Paris's constant provocations adding fuel to the fire. Elizabeth approached, intent on dislodging Nikki from Simon's lap, but when that failed, she suggested Simon take pictures of her in her kimonos instead.
Posting them on Instagram would garner likes, but uploading to YouTube? That could make real money.
Simon, uninterested in mingling with the partygoers outside, agreed.
Elizabeth dashed to the bathroom to change into a pink sakura kimono.
Guided by Simon's suggestions, she struck a series of elegant poses on the bed. Using the available lamps and adjusting the lighting, Simon demonstrated his expertise. With his mastery of photography and decades' worth of social media trends in his memory, even a simple shoot like this became something extraordinary.
The other girls eagerly joined in, taking turns holding reflectors or styling Elizabeth's hair.
When the first set of photos was done, the group gathered around the computer to review them, collectively gasping in admiration.
Elizabeth, now wearing a red kimono, rested her chin on Simon's shoulder as they scrolled through the pictures. Sensing the admiration in the room, she grinned proudly. "Daddy, can I credit you as the photographer on Instagram?"
Simon shook his head immediately. "That's not happening."
Elizabeth pouted. "You're no fun."
Still, she didn't press the issue. She knew it wasn't realistic.
Simon Westero's name wasn't something you casually threw around.
They selected six photos from the shoot, posting them as a themed set on Elizabeth's account. Then, she begged Simon to edit some video clips they had recorded on an iRec. As Simon deftly used Tinkobair's official iCut software, Elizabeth leaned against him, her tone sweetly wheedling. "Daddy, could you buy me a professional camera setup? I heard a lot of vloggers use Panasonic or Sony gear."
Simon nodded without much thought. "Sure."
Money was trivial, and indulging Elizabeth in front of her friends was worth the gesture.
Elizabeth threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "You're the best, Daddy!"
The other girls exchanged envious glances.
Can we call him Daddy too?
Simon, still focused on the video editing, said, "By the way, your mom mentioned your grades have been terrible…"
Elizabeth's arms tightened around his neck, her voice rising in mock panic. "No, Daddy! Don't tell me you're going to make me get straight A's before you buy the camera. That's so cliché!"
Simon chuckled and pinched her cheek. "Relax. I'm saying that if you don't like studying, maybe you should focus on something else. Your mom said you want to be a model. You know, being a model isn't easy. Brazilian models, for example, often start training when they're seven or eight years old. You're twelve. It's not too late."
Relieved that he wasn't going to force her to study, Elizabeth nodded. Modeling training? That didn't sound too hard.
Simon glanced at the other girls in the room—future influencers and powerhouses in their own right. An idea struck him. "Also, you're already getting attention online. Have you thought about doing more with it?"
"Like what?"
Simon explained, "For example, you could open a small shop on eBay to sell clothing and accessories. Take the kimonos, for instance. After seeing your pictures, other girls might want one too. But kimonos aren't easy to find, and that's your opportunity."
Currently, Amazon focused primarily on self-operated and major brand stores, leaving small merchants to platforms like eBay, which had been nurtured by the Westeros system and was flourishing.
Elizabeth hesitated. "But Daddy, I'm only twelve."
Simon turned to the other girls. "If any of you are interested, you can try it."
The idea clearly intrigued them.
Paris said, "Simon, my sister and I have more YouTube followers than Lizzy. But Mom controls our accounts."
Her tone was tinged with resentment.
Kathy Hilton, for reasons known only to herself, had taken a keen interest in YouTube early on. She hired a film school graduate to help manage multiple accounts centered around the Hilton family, including Paris and Nikki.
As early adopters with the Hilton name and Kathy's popularity from The Real Housewives of New York, their accounts quickly gained traction. Today, they boasted 2.1 million combined subscribers, while Elizabeth's account had only 600,000.
Despite their success, Paris and Nikki saw little of the profits, as Kathy controlled the finances.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth owned her account outright.
Frustrating, to say the least.
Simon, however, wasn't about to intervene. If anything, Kathy's interest in YouTube stemmed from his own guidance. He turned to Kim Kardashian, who stood quietly behind Elizabeth. "What about you, Kim?"
Kim blushed, embarrassed. The Kardashian accounts, also launched on Simon's advice, had struggled compared to the Hiltons, whose name carried far more weight. Their channels remained mediocre at best.
Sensing her embarrassment, Paris chimed in mercilessly. "Kim only has 30,000 followers. Nikki and I have 1.2 million each."
Life just isn't fair, huh?
Simon was reminded of the future, where Paris Hilton's infamous tape catapulted her into global fame, and her family leveraged the scandal to build her into an "It Girl" worth hundreds of millions.
Not to be outdone, Kim Kardashian's mother, Kris Jenner, orchestrated a similar play years later, propelling Kim to stardom and an empire of her own.
History, however, was already shifting.
Through The Real Housewives of New York, Simon had intertwined the Hiltons and Kardashians, though the Hiltons clearly held the upper hand. The Kardashians remained minor players, with Kim relegated to being Elizabeth's sidekick rather than Paris's.
Unless, of course, Kris Jenner decided to pull the trigger on her infamous strategy earlier.
It wouldn't be surprising.
Simon smirked at the thought. If the Kardashians wanted to rise, perhaps he'd give Kris Jenner a little nudge. However, they'd need to ditch the tacky aesthetics—no artificial curves and overblown lips dominating Hollywood this time around.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Simon continued chatting with the girls until Jerry Hall came to retrieve him, signaling the party's end.
Later, as Jerry saw off Cindy Crawford and Rande Gerber, Kris Jenner managed to sidle up to Simon again. Her eyes gleamed with the same ambition that had fueled her earlier antics.
Simon decided to ask, "How's Kendall?"
Kris, confused but eager to please, nodded enthusiastically. "She's doing great! I heard you have a goddaughter in Hollywood, Dakota, right? If you're interested
in Kendall, maybe…"
Simon cut her off. "I'm asking if you're planning to have another child."
Kris blinked, clearly thrown. Misinterpreting his words, she flushed slightly and whispered, "Simon, if you want…"
Simon ignored her insinuation and clarified, "I mean you should have another daughter. Name her Kylie."
Kris stared at him, trying to decipher his intentions. Though unsure, she nodded. "But what if it's a boy?"
Simon glanced at Bruce Jenner in the distance, his lips curling into a sly grin. "A boy? Boys can become girls too."
Kris didn't get the joke, but she nodded nonetheless. If Simon Westero suggested it, she'd make it happen.
Even if it took multiple tries.
For Kris, Simon represented the ultimate stepping stone. Having experienced the transformative power of his influence firsthand, she was determined to stay in his orbit. If that meant having another child, so be it. If it meant leveraging every one of her existing daughters, she was ready.
After all, the goal wasn't just survival. It was ascendance.
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