Chapter 421

"Yes, of course. I also like Chanel's latest designs. I even want to design a few sets of designs based on them." Paris Hilton, who was dressed in a pink dress, spoke among the group of young ladies. As a member of the Hilton family, it was no problem for her to attend Mr. Anderson Kewell's son's wedding.

"Is that so? How are you going to design it? You want to dye them all pink? "someone asked teasingly.

"Of course. As long as the design is good, people will naturally like it," Paris replied without hesitation. Everyone here knew that she was very obsessed with pink.

After a few more words, Paris left them and walked elsewhere. However, as soon as she turned around, the corners of her mouth that had been smiling immediately drooped. Of course, she wasn't angry because of their teasing. This kind of teasing was too much. If she was angry, she would have died a long time ago. So, the main reason she was unhappy was that she couldn't find a certain someone.

"Damn it, I clearly saw him here before," Paris grumbled. After circling the corridor of the room, she was about to return to the lawn. However, when she turned around, she bumped into a person who came out of the corridor.

"Nikki? Why are you here? " Paris was just about to scold her when she held onto the wall to steady herself. However, after seeing who it was, her anger immediately turned into surprise.

"Sis … Sis?" Nikki Hilton, who was also holding onto the wall, looked at Paris with some surprise and panic. The narrow tube skirt that reached her knees made her look youthful and beautiful at the same time very sexy.

Looking at her panicked appearance, her face was still flushed, the hem of her skirt was rolled up inside, and the shoelaces of one of her high heels were not tied. How could Paris, who was already experienced, not guess what she was doing before?

"Wow, Nikki, this is Mr. Kewell's wedding," Paris said half-jokingly. In her opinion, although it wasn't very appropriate, it wasn't a big deal. Besides, it wasn't like her sister had never dated a man before.

However, the next second, her expression changed because a familiar voice said, "Wait, Nikki, your … Paris?"

Adriaan, who was dressed neatly, appeared in front of her. Although he had tidied up meticulously and it was impossible to tell what he had done before, the pink thing sticking out of his trouser pocket was enough to say that it was Nikki's underwear.

"You … You … You …" Paris couldn't even speak clearly for a moment.

"I'll leave first. Eide, that … Keep it as a gift." Seeing that the situation was not good, Nikki quickly slipped away.

Paris took a deep breath to calm herself down, then crossed her arms and stared at Adriaan. "Did you have sex?"

"Technically speaking … no," Adrian said with a smile, and very naturally stuffed the corner of his trouser pocket back into his pocket.

"Damn it, Nikki is my sister, Ed!" That one sentence made her lose her cool again. "What the hell are you thinking?!"

Adriaan blinked. "She's a little like you, but different from you. So I chatted with her for a while, and Nikki was very happy. Then, we came over and found an empty room." Adrian blinked. "She's a little like you, but different from you. So I chatted with her for a while, and Nikki had a good time. Then we came over and found an empty room."

"Alright, alright. I've heard enough." Paris raised his hands. "I don't want to talk to you right now, Ed. And please pretend that I didn't say anything to you before the wedding, okay? Paris raised her hands. "I don't want to talk to you now, Eide. And please pretend that what I said to you before the wedding didn't happen, okay?

After saying that, she turned around and left Adrian behind. She angrily walked for more than ten feet before slowing down. Only then did her fluctuating emotions truly calm down. Looking around, Paris went straight to a long table and reached for the champagne glass at the front. At that moment, a hand reached out from the other side, and the two of them bumped into each other.

It was a girl who was slightly younger than Paris. She had light blonde hair and was elegant. She knew her. She was Amanda from the Hearst family, and she was one of Ford's models. Like Paris, she was doing well with her family's support. She was now a rising star in New York's celebrity circle.

"Hi, Paris." Amanda Hearst smiled, then picked up the glass and handed it to Paris. She then took another glass for herself, but her smile looked a little forced, as if she was sulking for some reason.

"Hi, Amanda." Paris nodded. Although the Hilton family and the Hearst family didn't have a close relationship, they often met at different parties. Plus, they were both models and famous women, so they were quite familiar with each other.

"What happened? You don't look very happy. "Paris had nothing to do at the moment, so she casually asked.

Amanda sighed and shrugged. "Nothing."

That being said, her eyes drifted to somewhere. Paris looked over, and she couldn't swallow her champagne. Who else could Amanda be looking at other than Adriaan? What made her feel slightly comforted was that it was a man who was talking and laughing with him at the moment.

"What's wrong? Do you fancy that playboy?" Paris pretended to be nonchalant as she asked, but all she got was a strange look from Amanda.

She couldn't help blushing. After all, in several small circles, it was already a semi-open secret that she had slept with Adriaan.

However, Amanda didn't say anything. She turned her eyes back to Adriaan in the distance and snorted unwillingly.

In this way, Paris's curiosity was aroused. She also knew that AC Media and the Hearst Group had a deep cooperation. "What happened? You were tricked into sleeping with that guy. "

Although she used a half-joking tone, Amanda snorted discontentedly. "It wasn't me. It was Lydia."

"Lydia?!" Paris was really surprised this time. She also knew Lydia Hearst, Amanda's cousin. She was also a contracted model of the Ford Company and was quite famous in the New York fashion circle. She was also one of the new socialites. But unlike most socialites, she was very clear about her private life and social circle. On the runway, she was very bold and unrestrained in public, but in private, she was very ladylike. Basically, she had nothing to do with the rumors of changing boyfriends frequently. How could such a slightly conservative girl be taken by that playboy?

"When did it happen?" she immediately asked.

"When else could it be?" Amanda asked.

In that case … that damn bastard had already done it with Lydia before he hooked up with Nikki?! Paris, who came to this answer, suddenly had the urge to vomit blood. But then again, that guy was indeed very powerful. Although she hadn't slept with him many times, she knew that she couldn't satisfy him alone.

"That's incredible." Paris let out a long breath. She didn't know whether to say that Lydia had actually been taken by Adriaan, or that Adriaan had first slept with Lydia and then her sister Nikki at his cousin's wedding.

"It's normal." Amanda shrugged. "Bad men are always more likely to attract good girls, and good girls are always the first targets of bad men."

It did sound reasonable, but Amanda's tone was full of jealousy. Could it be … Paris carefully observed Amanda's expression and was almost sure that her dissatisfaction and unwillingness were mostly because … Adriaan had hooked up with her cousin, not herself.

What the hell, when did that playboy become so popular? Paris thought indignantly. But soon, she sighed in her heart. No matter what, Adriaan was indeed very charming and good at coaxing women. Even if she knew that he was a playboy, when he looked at you with a gentle smile, you couldn't see anyone else in his eyes.

Alright, Paris now admitted that the reason why she had turned around and left just now, not even bothering to talk to him, and even asked him to forget what she had said to him before the wedding, was largely because he had actually hooked up with Nikki and not her! Paris wasn't surprised that Nikki had hooked up with Adriaan. Before this, she had bragged about Adriaan's charm, ability, and size in front of her sister. But she had appeared in front of Adriaan many times today. As long as he hooked his finger and didn't say anything, she would willingly accompany him to find a room to have intimate physical contact, but he had chosen Nikki. Of course, Paris wouldn't be satisfied.

Damn playboy! Don't ever contact him again in the future! Paris swore to herself, but then a question popped up: What about the things she had planned?

Although Paris's words were a little vague before the wedding, Adriaan still understood what she was planning. It was nothing more than to design her own brand and then use AC Media to expand her popularity. Frankly speaking, she was a very smart and intelligent woman. Although her private life was very casual, she was indeed very capable. In his previous life, people's attention was basically focused on the video scandal, thus ignoring her talent in design. She was very good at showing her most beautiful side in front of the camera, and using tabloid reporters to promote her products, thus leading the fashion trend.

With this, she earned nearly a hundred million yuan for herself. Although she definitely had the help and support of her family, her own ability couldn't be underestimated. Because of Adriaan's intervention, Paris and Solomon no longer had any contact, and the video scandal might not happen again. Of course, if it happened again, it would be her own problem. It was conceivable that Paris might be able to go further in the fashion industry in the future.

Adriaan didn't mind helping Paris. It just so happened that Monica wanted to try to enter the fashion industry. She had a lot of contacts in Europe, but they were relatively few here. If she could have a good helper, it would definitely be good. They didn't have many business contacts. But the problem was that this time, it was Nikki who took the initiative to seduce him. After all, there was no one else around at the time. Was Adriaan going to let it go?

But it didn't matter. Even if Paris was angry, it wouldn't last long. However, as long as she still wanted to start her own business, after all, he and her were not shallow. When the time came … Speaking of which, Lydia had a cousin called Amanda Hearst. She was also a model and socialite. He had met her a few times. She wasn't as beautiful as Lydia, but she was also very attractive.

Perhaps he could give her a try when he had time. Although he took the initiative to hook up with Lydia Hearst, he was quite bold when it came to making love. It was completely different from the more conservative situation in his life. It was more like his style on the runway. Come to think of it, she had a strange mother. She was a famous patient with Stockholm Syndrome in the seventies. Although she had recovered now, only God knew what effect it had on her daughter.

This was just convenient for Adriaan. He could be said to be handy with such a girl. Even if it was just for fun, he still had to pay attention to the mood, right?

However, although he came to New York this time to hunt for beauties, and he also wanted to spend a few more days with Lydia, this girl who looked very obedient and elegant usually was unusually crazy in bed. On the night of the wedding, she took the initiative to get together with Adriaan. They lingered on the bed until they were exhausted.

But Adriaan's main goal was not here, so whether it was Amanda Hearst or the Hilton sisters, he could only let go for the time being and went to Boston.

"Look at these nerds. They spend their best time here. It's really sad." After a young man who looked to be in his twenties walked into the Harvard Library, he looked at the students sitting at their desks who were immersed in studying. Although his casual clothes were very simple, they were no different from those sold in a flea market. But to be able to study at Harvard and mock the students who were studying hard in the library, one could imagine his identity.

"But, Jack, don't you often come to the library?" A tall, graceful, and sexy blonde who was about the same age as him asked curiously.

"That's exactly what I want to say. It's not that you shouldn't come to the library, but you should choose the right time to come. You should study, but not always study. Appropriate entertainment is also necessary. That's why I hate nerds. Do you understand, Beany?" The young man named Jack winked at his female companion.

"Okay, I know, but I believe it's definitely not the time now." The blonde smiled ambiguously.

"Of course, I'm going to take you to a very interesting place." The young man showed a naughty expression and then bent his arm. The blonde immediately held his arm and followed him inside with a smile.

Jack kept talking along the way, introducing Harvard Library to his female companion, but not to new students or ordinary tourists. Instead, he was describing … the library in the eyes of the Brotherhood. Of course, his voice was very low and soft. Even the members of the Brotherhood had to obey the rules sometimes.

"Okay, here it is. The view is just right, and you don't have to worry about being seen. Think about it, isn't it very exciting?" After walking to an empty corner, Jack pointed to the last row of bookshelves and gave Beany an ambiguous look.

"I'll have to try to know." Glancing at the nearby tables and the people reading at the tables, Beany said with a smile. She licked her lips seductively and then walked to the back of the tall bookshelf.

However, she had only taken two steps when Jack pulled her back. Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, she saw Jack shake his head and point to the innermost position on the fourth shelf from the bottom up. There were a few books that had been moved out diagonally.

"What's wrong?" Beany was puzzled.

Jack didn't answer. Instead, he leaned over to take a closer look and then muttered, "Beccaria's' Crime and Punishment '?"

Then, he reached out a hand and bent over to knock on the bookshelf twice, four long and four short knocks. About a few seconds later, five short knocks and two long knocks came from the back of the bookshelf.

"Oh, damn!" Jack rolled his eyes and continued typing. After exchanging information for a while, he climbed up the book on the shelf and looked inside for a while. Then, he turned around and shrugged at his female companion. "Sorry, baby. We'll have to come back later."

"What's going on?" Beany frowned with some dissatisfaction.

"There's someone inside." Jack sighed and took a few steps out with his female companion. "It's also from the Brotherhood. Since someone is using it, if I want to use it, I have to wait for him to finish."

"Ah?" Beany suddenly rolled her eyes, "Is this what you mean by exciting?"

"Don't worry, baby. The library can't do it, but there are other places." Jack smiled and pinched her cheek, "This time, there will definitely be no problem."

"You promise?" Beany showed a very charming smile again.

"I promise!" Jack patted his chest and immediately took her out of the library.

Most of the people were still immersed in their studies, as if nothing had changed. So was the back of the bookshelf in the corner.

"I said it will be fine." Adriaan said to the girl who was pressed against the bookshelf with a smile.

"Please … please … hurry up …" Natalie said intermittently with her eyes half closed. Her arms were around his neck, and her clothes were pulled up above her chest. The strap of her bra could almost be seen. Her legs were clamped on his waist, and the lower part was closely pressed together, moving up and down with his rhythm.

"Don't worry, dear. Relax. I said no one would come." Adriaan smiled and bit her earlobe, "Even if there is someone, it will only be the Brotherhood. I will send them away like just now."

"No … no …" Natalie's voice was a little sobbing, and her body was even more tense. No one could be sure that no one would break in.

"That's why it is exciting, isn't it? I can totally feel how much you like it, and how much your body likes it. " Adriaan moved while whispering in her ear like a devil. Then, Natalie suddenly straightened up, and her head immediately tilted up. Her eyes were almost lost, and she was wrapped unexpectedly tightly like an octopus.

Adriaan then took a long breath, and released the barrier under the impact. The rolling torrent sprayed out, making Natalie tremble again. After a long time, the two of them separated, gasping for breath. They cleaned up and covered up without saying a word, and then slipped away from the back door that the guys from the Brotherhood had deliberately left.

Sometimes, some people judged whether hope was real or not by the price they had to pay. This was a very bad point of view.