Standing in front of the mirror, Emily couldn't believe that the noble, beautiful and charming girl in the mirror was herself. She pinched the back of her hand hard and felt pain. It was not a dream, it was really me!
Luke stood behind her and smiled, "Do you like it?"
Emily lowered her head and said nothing. Silence was a sign of agreement. Luke liked this. He turned to the store manager and said,
"Clothes, jewelry, I want them all."
"Great!" The female store manager was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. "The total is 112,000 US dollars. Since you are a distinguished customer, I can give you a discount. 110,000 is enough."
One hundred and ten thousand!
Emily was shocked and shook her head.
"It's too expensive. I can't have it."
"I didn't buy it for you. I loaned it to you for fifty years. Remember to return it to me after fifty years."
Emily: "…"
Is there a difference between buy and give?
Luke took out his bank card and put it on the counter.
"It turns out that dress doesn't need to be wrapped anymore, just throw it in the trash."
Hearing this, Emily became anxious again.
"No, we can't throw it away!"
After he finished speaking, he saw everyone's puzzled eyes, and his cheeks instantly turned red. He was so embarrassed that he just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
"That's...that's my first dress. I...I want to collect it."
It's so embarrassing. I've never felt so embarrassed in my twenty years of life. It's all because of that bastard Roger Consius. If it weren't for him, how could I have attended the dinner party wearing rented clothes?
"All right!"
Luke shrugged. "Please pack it up. We'll pick it up after the party."
"Don't worry, we will keep it safe."
After leaving the clothing store, Emily still hadn't recovered from the embarrassing situation. She glanced at the boy next to her from time to time. Under the bright lights, his delicate face looked a little childish, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was full of indescribable confidence and unrestrainedness.
Emily couldn't help but say,
"Why did you buy such expensive clothes? This is only the second time we've met, and we're not even friends."
"Who said we haven't met before? You forgot that the last person I saw in my previous life was you."
"Stop joking and tell me."
Luke explained, "I'm going to discuss business with some big shots tonight, and I can't lose my composure when doing business. With such a beautiful woman by my side, who would dare to look down on me?"
Emily hesitated, "But I'm from the FBI."
"That's even better. If someone harasses you later, just tell them you're from the FBI and they'll be scared to death."
Emily: "?"
…
When she came to the hotel lobby again, Emily felt that the eyes of the people around her had changed drastically. Everyone was looking at her. The men were amazed at Emily's appearance, while the women frowned unhappily.
A few brave ones took the opportunity to drink to secretly look at her waist. Emily had a great figure, especially her waist and hips, which were incredibly round. This was her proudest part, but now it became her most embarrassing part.
Of course, there was a little bit of joy mixed in with the embarrassment.
That's the scene where Cinderella puts on her crystal shoes and dances with the prince!
Emily muttered to herself, her right hand unconsciously holding Luke's arm.
The combination of handsome men and beautiful women will attract attention wherever they go. Luke is still young and not that eye-catching, but Emily is different. She wears a purple dress that sets off her graceful body. The silver bracelet on her wrist makes her skin look whiter and smoother. The crescent earrings hang down, complementing the crystal necklace on her chest. Coupled with her beautiful purple hair and purple eyes that are more dazzling than gems, she is truly the most beautiful and stands out from the crowd.
Ninety percent of the men were attracted to her, including Charlie who came rushing over. He looked at her for a long time before he realized what was happening.
"Boss,
Everything is ready over there."
Luke nodded and led Emily to the side hall.
Since becoming the Republican candidate, Malky Donald has repeated his campaign slogan "Make America Great Again" wherever he goes, and this time is no exception.
After a seemingly passionate but actually useless speech, Malki walked down from the podium and greeted the guests.
Luke laughed and said, "Philip, do you support this guy for president?"
Arthur shook his head inexplicably and uttered a philosophical sigh about life.
"Does it matter who is president?"
Luke nodded, "It makes no difference, so you can be one too!"
"I?"
"Of course, the first black president in American history and the pilot of a new era, I think these two titles are good and very suitable for you."
Philip shook his head, seeming to disagree.
Luke continued, "Some things you never know until you try. Take ShowMe, for example. Two months ago, no one would have thought a social networking company would have millions of users in just a few days, but it just happened. It's all about human effort, isn't it?"
Philip frowned slightly, lowered his head and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.
After communicating with several important figures, Malky Donald finally came here, and Philip Arthur, who served as the middleman, introduced him.
"This is Luke Shaw, the founder of ShowMe, my current boss, Luke, and this is Malky Donald, a friend of mine."
Luke took the initiative to extend his right hand,
"Mr. Donald, your speech was very inspiring, especially your suggestions on immigration, which are thought-provoking."
"Really? That's great."
Malky responded politely, his eyes sweeping across Luke's overly young face, then turning to Emily next to him. Seeing that beautiful face, a light shone in his eyes.
Elimi smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Donald, I'm Emily Song, and I work for the FBI."
The light went out instantly!
Malky coughed slightly, exchanged pleasantries, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Luke.
"Mr. Donald, I have eight million votes in my hand. Do you want them?"
Malky's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were scrutinizing.
Who would believe a young boy who told him that he had eight million votes?
Luke didn't explain anything and pointed to an empty corner.
"Let's talk over there. I promise you'll get a satisfactory answer."
Malky looked at Arthur and saw the latter nod. Then he sent the staff around him away and left with Luke.
"Mr. Donald, I've heard a famous saying: Only by keeping up with the times can you avoid being left behind by the times. What is the trend? The trend is young people. By seizing young people, we can seize the present and the future. I've read your campaign report, and 78% of your voters are over 36 years old. This means you're at a significant disadvantage among young people. Don't you want to change this situation?"
Malki said,
"Do you have any good suggestions?"
Luke smiled reservedly. "Two months ago, I started a social networking company called ShowMe, targeting young people. Honestly, after a few busy days, we only have eight million users. Eight million young people, but no qualified leader. That's not right."
"Mr. Donald, are you interested in being their life mentor?"
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