Her vanity was instantly satisfied, though she had to feign humility on the surface:
"Master, you flatter me. I'm just an ordinary producer; I don't really understand much about runway shows or anything. But if you truly think I'm up to par, I can just casually walk a few shows for you."
The crowd: ...
Holy crap! Have some shame! Casually walk a few shows?
Even top models might not catch Hilton's eye, and yet here she is?
This woman—aside from her pretty face and long legs—what else does she have to offer? Casually walk a show? Does she think Hilton's runway is some kind of street market?
But Hilton nodded slightly:
"Alright."
Alright... alright?
Has Hilton lost his mind? Or is this woman just using a plant to hype herself up?
But with Hilton's godfather-like status in the fashion world, how much clout would it take for him to willingly be someone's prop?
Mo Wenwan's expression grew unbearably sour, while the other socialites began to reconsider their positions.
