Chapter 420

Krau Dia Schiffer, like Cindy Krau, was one of the first supermodels. She was born in a Catholic family in Düsseldorf, Germany. After being discovered in a nightclub in 1987, she quickly became popular all over the world. She had appeared in at least 500 fashion magazines and countless lists. She had beautiful straight blonde hair, grayish-blue eyes that seemed to speak, and a slightly pointed chin that made her look like a fox. It was no wonder that she was popular.

In the letter, Claude asked Adriaan to find a way to invite her to be the spokesperson of Victoria's Secret. Although there was already Cindy Krau Schiffer, an ordinary underwear brand that could invite two supermodels to be their spokesperson would definitely be very eye-catching. For Claude, who wanted to develop Victoria's Secret, this was a considerable temptation.

Before this, he had already sent someone to contact Krau Dia, but her agent declined the invitation, so Claude turned his attention to Adriaan.

"Anyway, you always have a way with women. Besides, Krau Dia is also very beautiful, isn't she?" Claude said on the phone previously.

What do you think I am? A PR gigolo? Adriaan was very depressed, but he finally agreed. After all, this was Claude's request. Besides, since he had already tasted Cindy Krau Schiffer, it seemed good to have a chance to spend a night with Krau Dia Schiffer, who was also one of the first supermodels. So, after waiting for a few days, he came to this cocktail party.

This was a party held after a small fashion show by a well-known brand in London. Although the fashion festivals in major cities like Milan, Paris, and New York were the most eye-catching, these small fashion shows were also indispensable. It was these big and small fashion shows that formed the most basic part of the fashion industry.

Since Krau Dia had participated in the fashion show, she naturally had to attend the following party. She was indeed sexy and beautiful from afar, but before Adriaan could think of an excuse, such a person appeared. It was really interesting.

Since she was one of the first supermodels, although Krau Dia was not as rich as the real upper class, her net worth was definitely not low. Moreover, she was born in a Catholic family and had always been clean since her debut. Well, let's not talk about the credibility of her so-called "clean and pure". As a German and European supermodel, it was normal for her to be praised by the European media. Moreover, Madonna was a Catholic.

However, even if she hid it well, how could she do such a thing in private, even if she was really clean and pure on the surface? Could it be that the wealth of a supermodel was not enough for her to spend?

"So, if you want to get her, how do you do it?" Adriaan asked with a smile. He looked down at the person with some mockery. This guy was most likely a liar.

"What else could it be? Good upbringing, good conversation, a good understanding heart, and — money." The person did not seem to hear the mockery in his words and said very seriously.

"Hehe, it sounds like I am very suitable. About the last item, how much do you think is suitable?" The mockery in Adriaan's eyes became stronger. There were always some people who used various methods to sneak into this kind of cocktail party and use their eloquence to swindle people. This was nothing new, but the guy in front of him was a bit too stupid.

"Two million US dollars," Price replied without even frowning.

"… An interesting price." Adriaan's expression did not change, but his heart was unusually puzzled. Isn't this guy too bold? What does he want to do?

"I only serve people with real status." As if reading his mind, Price quickly chuckled. "For example, people like you."

"You know me?" Adriaan heard something and raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Adrian Kewell, a famous film producer known as the Miracle Director, and the chairman of the emerging AC Media. Although many people say that AC Media expanded too fast and once it fell into a loss, some people think that although AC Media seemed to be jumping a tightrope every time, it always jumped very steadily, and the future is immeasurable," Price said with great familiarity.

For the first time, Adriaan felt confused. If this guy was a liar, it was impossible for him to collect so much information in a short period of time. But if he was really a pimp, no one would believe that a supermodel would find someone to pimp her. Or was this guy targeting him? But not many outsiders knew that he was in London.

"As I said, Mr. Adriaan, I only serve people with real status, and these are all necessary homework." "Miss Claudia isn't the person you think she is. Only a true gentleman can win her heart. What I said earlier was just one of the conditions, not just the last one." The man straightened his clothes and revealed a slightly proud expression, as if he was very proud of his profession. "Miss Claudia isn't the person you think she is. Only a true gentleman can win her heart.

Adriaan narrowed his eyes. He suddenly understood what the other party meant. If what Vincent Price said was true, then Krau Dia Schiffer wanted to use this method to feel that she was being sought after, and at the same time, make a steady profit. Otherwise, why would she put forward such conditions as "good education, good conversation, and a good heart"? But this seemed to be too much, right? If she revealed a little bit of her identity, there would be a large number of people fawning over her. Of course, she might have her eyes on the top and did not care about those people. Otherwise, Vincent Price would not have collected such detailed information. But didn't she think that this would lower her status? Or was it just a trap?

"Of course, if you're not interested, Mr. Adriaan, I hope you can keep it a secret. But I don't think anyone will believe you even if you mention this to them, "the man suddenly said with a smile.

"Is that so?" Adriaan raised his eyebrows again. His curiosity was piqued again. "What if I'm interested?"

"According to Miss Krau Dia's schedule, there will be a runway show in London in two days. There will also be a reception at the Palasa Hotel. I will get someone to send the invitation over. Mr. Adriaan, please bring a check and attend." Price said in a brisk tone. The expression on his face did not change at all, as if he had said this many times. "Miss Krau Dia needs time to arrange and prepare."

Although there were still many doubtful points, Adriaan's interest grew. There seemed to be no problem with this arrangement. He could act according to the circumstances when the time came. He glanced at Krau Dia Schiffer, who was chatting with someone in the distance. She seemed to be glancing in his direction. Adriaan finally nodded. "Then it's settled. You don't have to send the invitation over. I will arrange it myself."

The banquet ended just like that. Two days later, Adrian returned to his lodgings. When night fell, Adrian set off for the Palasa Hotel. Just like two days ago, the attendees were all polite and courteous. Although the overall atmosphere was good, it still felt a little dull occasionally.

Adriaan immediately found Krau Dia and waited in a corner. It did not take long for Price to come to his side.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Adriaan. I've kept you waiting." Price's ordinary face had a humble smile the whole time.

"It's alright. Patience is a virtue that every gentleman must have," Adriaan said playfully and handed the check to him.

Price kept it without looking at it. He then straightened his face and said, "But there are a few rules that I have to clarify, Mr. Adriaan."

"Please go ahead." Adriaan raised his hand and made an inviting gesture.

"First, no matter what, please do not mention anything about this in front of Miss Krau Dia. Second, please treat Miss Krau Dia like how you treat every lady you want to date. Third, if you fail to get a date with Miss Krau Dia, the money will be refunded to you. However, there will be a 30% handling fee. However, if you fail because of your inappropriate words, I'm sorry to say that the money will not be refunded, "Price said seriously.

"To put it simply, I have to pretend that I'm acting, like we're actually on a date. I can't mention a word about the deal with you, and I have to show off my charm. If I fail, only 70% of the money will be refunded." Adriaan looked at him and chuckled. It was getting more and more interesting, wasn't it?

"Yes, please understand, Mr. Adriaan." Price maintained a calm expression. "I've said that I only serve people with real status. Miss Krau Dia isn't who you think she is, of course —"

He pointed at his jacket pocket. "If you can't accept it, it's not too late to end it now. I'll return the check to you, but please keep it a secret."

"Alright, then it's settled." Adriaan looked at him with bright eyes. It's just two million. Let's see what he can do. "What should I do now?"

"Please wait a moment." Price bowed slightly and walked towards Krau Dia.

Today, Krau Dia had changed into a sapphire blue dress. Her beautiful hair cascaded down one side like a waterfall, and she looked as beautiful as ever. She was talking to two men and a woman at the moment. Price walked up to her and whispered something in her ear. She then smiled and walked to the side. After chatting with Price for a while, Krau Dia glanced at Adriaan and nodded. After fiddling with her hair and slightly tidying up her clothes, she followed him over.

"Hello, Mr. Adrian Kewell. I'm Krau Dia Schiffer." The beautiful lady walked up to Adriaan and extended her hand with a reserved smile. She first spoke in German, but immediately switched to English.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Krau Dia. Please call me Adriaan." Adriaan maintained his smile, but he was extremely shocked inside.

Even though he had agreed to Price's conditions, Adriaan still didn't believe it. In any case, a supermodel couldn't possibly do such a thing. However, everything that happened afterward, from Price calling Krau Dia away to Krau Dia coming to him, all happened under Adriaan's eyes, making it impossible for him to doubt it.

In his opinion, this guy had done enough acting. In the end, there were only two possibilities. Either he took the check and left immediately, but Adriaan only needed to make a phone call to invalidate the check. Only the stupidest person would do that. Or, he could find a high-class prostitute who looked like Krau Dia to impersonate him. Just like in L.A. Confidential, it would be easy to expose him. One could have plastic surgery, but one's education and knowledge couldn't be replaced. Unexpectedly …

"I'm sorry, I don't speak German. If you'd like, I can communicate with you in French." Adriaan immediately switched to French. "I have to admit, French does have its wonderful aspects."

"Indeed, I really like reading Vincent Price's poems in French." Krau Dia's eyes suddenly lit up, and she immediately switched to French.

Alright, now there was no need to doubt it anymore. This was truly a shocking fact.

"Then, I won't disturb the two of you anymore." Price bowed at the side, secretly winked at Adriaan, and then left.

"Why are you here, Adriaan? Are you collecting materials for your new movie?" Krau Dia immediately spoke again, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Yes, as a filmmaker, it's necessary to move around. Who knows when inspiration will come to me." Adriaan nodded and said, at the same time feeling a little emotional in his heart.

'This woman is really good at acting. I can't tell she's acting at all. But it's quite interesting.' As he thought of this, his smile became warmer.

The two talked about a lot of things, such as the customs of the world and various artistic topics, and they reached an agreement on many issues. For example, English cocktail parties were too dull and boring. In the end, at Adriaan's suggestion, the two sneaked out from the back door, changed in the car, and went to a nightclub to indulge themselves. After that, Adriaan drove Krau Dia along the Thames River. She seemed to be very happy. After that, they naturally returned to the hotel to do some things that they loved to do.

"You're so great, Eide." In the dim room, the satisfied Krau Dia leaned into Adriaan's arms, one of her fingers constantly moving across his chest.

"You too, Di Ni, in terms of figure and everything else," Adriaan said in a tone of admiration as he caressed the body in his arms.

A model's figure was the most important, so they were especially well-maintained. Because of this, they could also perform many difficult movements in bed. This had been proven more than once in the past. Not to mention Monica, who had a career as a model, even Charlize and Liv, who had only practiced for a few days, could perform certain movements better than other women. Only Sarah, who practiced taekwondo every day, could compare. Although taekwondo didn't have any actual damage, it was good for building up the body's flexibility.

Krau Dia was different. She had a figure and a face, and her style was especially bold and wild. The way she rode up and down on Adriaan and shook her hair left a deep impression on him.

Why would such a stunner want to do that … Adriaan sighed as he caressed her face. Then, a bolt of lightning flashed across his mind, leaving him stunned for a few seconds. Then, he burst out laughing.

"What's wrong?" The tired Krau Dia raised her head and asked in a daze. No matter how wild she was, she couldn't resist Adriaan. In the end, she was exhausted and defeated.

"Nothing." Adriaan smiled and shook his head.

"It sounds like you're hiding something." Krau Dia supported her chin and looked at him with half-opened eyes.

"Nothing." Although he knew that this question was just out of a woman's habit, Adriaan still explained, "I'm just a little regretful. I noticed you at the party three days ago, but I delayed it until today to invite you out. Fortunately, I made the right choice. Otherwise, I would have missed out on some beautiful things. "

Krau Dia smiled sweetly and immediately kissed him on the cheek.

As expected. Adriaan said softly in his heart. Then, he got off the bed naked. "Be good and lie here. I'll fill up the bathtub and then carry you in."

When he came to the bathroom and turned on the tap, Adriaan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Of course, to prevent Krau Dia from hearing it, he covered his mouth. Even so, the laughter didn't stop, and Adriaan even bent over because of it.

After a long time, he finally got his emotions under control. Then, he sighed. "Brilliant. Truly brilliant."

Needless to say, this "brilliant" was naturally referring to Vincent Price. Things were already very clear. This guy was a liar, a very brilliant liar.

From the beginning when he said "I only serve people with real status", he kept hinting. Every detail after that, from the price of two million to "Miss Krau Dia isn't who you think she is" to the details of the plan and the way he put the check into his pocket without even looking at it, were all hinting that this was true.

Obviously, he had also carefully selected his target. It was a young, rich, smart, and famous playboy like Adriaan. From the way he was so familiar with everything at the beginning, it was obvious that he had put a lot of effort in this aspect. Coupled with his appropriate manner of speech and behavior, it was impossible not to be curious. As Adriaan had always said, the smarter a person was, the easier it was for them to think about a lot of things. The more they thought about it, the easier it was for them to be confused by the details. Even someone as calm as him had spent two days thinking in his room without doing any research.

In particular, the last rule was not only to prevent them from being exposed, but also to stimulate the reserved, graceful, and performing mentality of young people, so that they would spontaneously cooperate. Needless to say, what kind of people these models were, at least with a little effort, it wouldn't be difficult to coax them into bed.

Even if they realized something was wrong in the end, would they be able to say it? If they didn't care about the woman who had spent the night with them, they would become a laughing stock if word got out. As for the scammer, it was even more impossible. The name Vincent Price was obviously fake. Judging from his mannerisms, this was not the first time he had done this. In addition, in this line of work, it was obvious that if he did not make a profit for three years, he would be able to make a profit for the next three years. He had long since disappeared without a trace. Adriaan believed that if he called the bank at this time, the check would definitely be cashed.

He had even calculated the weaknesses of human nature. What an amazing person. Apart from Krau Dia, how many other models had been sold by him in this way?

"I didn't expect that I would be schemed against," Adriaan said self-deprecatingly as he tested the temperature of the water.

If there was a chance in the future, he would like to get to know this guy again, not because of the money he had been cheated of. For him, two million was nothing, but talent was always hard to come by.