"I’ve heard a little about it."
Not knowing how best to respond, Zhou Wang could only say this.
"This Chamber of Commerce has a significant influence in France. Basically, behind almost every major event I’ve seen, there’s its shadow, and those luxury brands are practically all its members... In any case, since this party is hosted by them, the standards won’t be low."
Miss Yang explained, "I asked around, and besides the top jewelry brands, there should also be several high-end clothing brands involved. You could also buy some clothes while you’re at it..."
In the fashion world, jewelry and clothing have always been inseparable, so Zhou Wang wasn’t surprised upon hearing this.
Miss Di spoke little, with most of the conversation dominated by Miss Yang. The narrow confines of Paris, only a twentieth the size of Ming City, meant that about seven or eight minutes later, the business car reached its destination.
By this time, it was already past 8 PM, and under the plaza’s lights, the door of mansion number 12, marked with the "CHAUMET" sign, stood open. Luxurious cars gathered at the entrance, with security in black suits scattered to the plaza’s periphery, laying out a long carpet, creating a rather grand scene...
This was Chaumet’s oldest flagship store in Paris and the venue for tonight’s party.
The business car parked to the side, and Zhou Wang followed Miss Yang and Miss Di out of the car.
In this well-dressed crowd, filled with white faces, the star aura of Miss Yang and Miss Di, without sunglasses, dimmed, lacking the lights and cheers, though occasionally, some passing Chinese tourists would wave at them in delight.
After verifying the invitation at the entrance security, they walked into the mansion. What should have been a store showroom was transformed into the party venue. Aside from the apparel and jewelry display booths shining under spotlights, what caught Zhou Wang’s attention was a somewhat abrupt scene—
At the upper end of the staircase leading to the second floor, at the top of the red carpet, was an opulent high-backed chair, unoccupied, placed there, roped off to prevent anyone from approaching.
"Is that an antique for exhibition?"
Zhou Wang asked, puzzled.
Having just greeted an acquaintance, Miss Yang turned her head upon hearing this, glanced at the chair, then shook her head, looking confused as she explained:
"It’s not an antique... It seems to be some custom of the Paris Chamber of Commerce, supposedly proposed by the current president, Mr. Fel Renault. At any event they host, such a chair is always set up, but no one knows its purpose, and I’ve never seen anyone sit on it. I’ve encountered this chair several times..."
Fel Renault is already the president of the Paris Chamber of Commerce?
Catching another piece of information, Zhou Wang was somewhat surprised, since two years ago, he had just become the lowest-ranking vice-president...
While Zhou Wang was pondering, a commotion suddenly rose behind him. Normally, a bit of noise in such a setting was normal, but what startled Zhou Wang was hearing a familiar voice.
Turning around in surprise, he saw a group of chattering girls at the mansion entrance, arguing with security about something.
What stunned Zhou Wang was seeing several familiar faces at a glance, and among them, one face instantly seized his gaze...
With sweet yet subtly aloof exquisite features, small red lips like roses, and skin as fair as the new moon, the girl’s top-tier looks made her the brightest star in the crowd. Despite the many pretty girls around her, nothing could dim her radiance.
It had been only about a month since they last met, but at this moment, Zhou Wang was momentarily dazed looking at her.
Endme... How could she be here?