"You shouldn't talk like that." After today's selection activity, Charlize suddenly said to Ivanka after coming out of the room.
"Why? Is there something wrong with what I said?" Ivanka raised her eyebrows, but after thinking for a few seconds, she gave up her aggressive tone and asked in a puzzled tone.
"Of course there's no problem. It's just that the timing wasn't right." Charlize shrugged. "When he asked you for the girl's information, you should have given it to him without saying anything, instead of saying that you finally showed your true colors."
Speaking of this, he stopped, turned around, and looked at Ivanka seriously. "Do you think that after saying that, Eide will restrain himself?"
"How is that possible?" Ivanka, who also stopped, answered without hesitation.
"So do you think it's appropriate to say that kind of thing in that environment, even if no one heard it?" Charlize immediately asked, "Although Adriaan never cares, as a personal secretary, shouldn't he consider these things?"
"Haven't you done this before?" Ivanka frowned and said discontentedly.
"So you plan to become exactly like me." Charlize looked at her with a faint smile. "It seems that I should be proud of my teaching."
Ivanka was speechless. She knew what Charlize meant. It was really a difficult problem to be a replica of the former secretary or a unique current secretary. She even vaguely realized that this also involved the question of whether she was second to Charlize or first to Ivanka in Adriaan's heart. She obviously didn't like it, but she had always been unconsciously avoiding this situation. It was really contradictory.
"I see," Ivanka said reluctantly.
"So, what's next?" Charlize's mouth curled up slightly, but he quickly put it down.
"Collect as much information as possible about the girl, and then give it to him when he returns to the hotel," Ivanka answered quickly, looking like she would not lose to him.
"Correct." Charlize turned around and walked away without looking at them. The secretary, who stood far away and did not dare to disturb or eavesdrop on their conversation, immediately followed.
Looking at her ex's back, Ivanka couldn't help but snort. She then walked to the other side. She had to put what she said into action.
While his former secretary and his new secretary were having a small verbal confrontation, Adriaan was in the lounge looking through the information of the girl who had previously made him feel familiar. It was the information provided by the organizer of Australia's Top Model. In fact, after spelling out the girl's name, he knew that his guess was correct. Miranda Kerr, one of the future Victoria's Secret Angels. She had a cute baby face and a charming smile.
After Alexandria passed the test, he became Adriaan's collection, so Adriaan had more memories of Victoria's Secret. Just like what was said a long time ago, although these memories were in the corner, as long as there was constant stimulation, they could be fully recalled. Hence, when Miranda appeared in front of him, he felt a sense of familiarity.
"Maybe I can find a companion for Alexandria." Adriaan thought with a chuckle as he flipped through Miranda Kerr's information. He had a lot of feelings for this baby-faced girl. According to his habit, he would be an idiot if he let go of someone he wanted and had the ability to get. Moreover, he accidentally met her at the preliminaries of Australia's Top Model. It was obvious that God had taken the initiative to send her to him.
It said that she had been a model at the age of 13, and then went to a Catholic church school to attend high school. There seemed to be something wrong with this. After browsing through the information, Adriaan tapped his head with his finger. Catholic schools had always been very strict, especially boarding schools. Since she had been a small model, why did she go to school in that kind of place? Moreover, after graduation, she came to participate in the selection of Top Model and passed the audition. It was really interesting.
After thinking carefully, Adriaan stood up. Some of the things he had experienced in the past few days had given him a good idea.
He quickly walked through the long corridor. After opening the door, many eyes were cast on him. Adriaan walked calmly, as if he didn't see these contestants sitting in chairs and resting. After walking for a while, he stopped and waved his hand. He called the staff and whispered a few words to them. Then he walked forward and turned left at the end.
Many contestants' eyes lit up. Those who could participate in the second round of selection were some smart people. As long as they had done their homework before, they would know who the Miracle Director was and the relationship between him and Top Model. If they could establish a relationship with him, even if it was just a few words, it would not be impossible for them to stand out. Even if he couldn't or didn't want to influence Australia's Top Model, don't forget that he was a media tycoon. His Victoria's Secret was also very popular. Thinking about the rumors that even the Pacific Ocean couldn't stop, if they could get his support …
During this time, many women had tried to get close to Adriaan. Although none of them had succeeded, there would definitely be a lot of people trying to get close to him.
After walking in a big circle and coming out from the other side, Adriaan glanced inside through the glass door and immediately shook his head. The women guarding there were too stupid. Even if he was willing to give them a chance, he wouldn't do it in public. Otherwise, if someone reported it to the media, it would inevitably cause some trouble. What was slightly comforting was that Miranda wasn't among them. Adriaan was sure that when he passed in front of her just now, she looked up at him.
So be it for the first test, but it would be best to finish all the tests today. The second round of selection was about to end. Whether she entered or not, it would not be easy to deal with the next round. Adriaan walked forward with this thought. When he turned a corner, he suddenly bumped into someone. Although he didn't see who it was, the fullness that was squeezing against his chest had already explained some problems.
"Sorry, sir, I didn't see you. God, how could I be so careless." An exaggerated female voice rang out.
"It's okay, madam, I'm fine." Adriaan took a few steps back and said quickly.
"Are you Mr. Adrian Kewell? Oh, God, I actually bumped into you. I really shouldn't have. "The woman once again cried out in an exaggerated tone.
Adriaan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at the woman in front of him. She was about 20 years old, had blonde hair, was not bad looking, and the two lumps on her chest were also very voluptuous. He just didn't know if they were natural or made. However, her brain wasn't good enough. She knew to wait for him here, but it was too pretentious.
"It's okay, madam. I should be the one apologizing," Adriaan said politely.
Looking around, there were people standing on both ends of the T-shaped aisle, but no one was looking at him. So, he took the time to coax the girl with almost incomprehensible words and then quickly slipped away. Even so, the young woman didn't feel offended. When Adriaan left, she still stared at him with some infatuation. Well, her brain really wasn't good enough.
After this time, Adriaan began to be more careful. He deliberately took a long detour in the building and even used the safety stairs several times. Sure enough, he avoided several women waiting in different places.
It seems that I shouldn't have come out alone. He couldn't help but say so to himself. When he came here before, there was Ivanka, bodyguards, and staff around him. Even if a woman tried to come up and talk to him, she would be politely blocked outside.
Well, I should be able to go up now. After walking around the lobby on the first floor in a low-key manner, Adriaan took a glass of water in front of the water dispenser and then walked in the direction of the elevator. At this time, a figure entered his eyes. It was a tall woman about 5 feet 7 inches tall. Although her clothes were simple, it couldn't hide her good figure. She was standing near the glass wall with her back facing Adriaan as she spoke on her cell phone.
Adriaan raised his eyebrows and then slowly walked over. While thinking about what to say, he pricked up his ears to listen to what she was saying. However, Miranda spoke quickly and anxiously. Adriaan could only vaguely hear a few words like "What now" and "I'm not sure". Did she feel that she didn't perform very well and might be eliminated, so she asked for help from her friend?
Soon he came behind her and was about to call her when Miranda suddenly turned around. She probably wanted to leave, so she turned so quickly and hurriedly that she bumped into Adriaan's arms. With a crash, the paper cup in Adriaan's hand was squeezed flat, and the water splashed all over him, wetting his suit and shirt.
Miranda screamed, "Ah!" for a moment, she was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to …" She could only gesture timidly.
"Hmm …" Adriaan smiled bitterly and raised his hands. This was the second time he had been bumped into today, and he was splashed with water. It was terrible.
"You are … You are Mr. Adrian Kewell?!" Miranda recognized him at this time and suddenly became even more nervous. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kewell, I really didn't mean to!"
"It's okay, miss, it's okay. This kind of thing happens all the time." Adriaan said in a comforting tone, then pretended to remember something. "By the way, your name is … Miranda Kerr, right?"
"You … remember me." Miranda looked surprised.
"Of course, just more than an hour ago, you left a good impression on me and the judges, and my memory has always been good." Adriaan smiled.
"Thank you." Miranda smiled shyly with two shallow dimples, cute and charming, and then she immediately looked very apologetic. "I'm sorry, Mr. Adriaan, I didn't expect you to be here …"
"It's okay, I just wanted to walk around, so I came here." Adriaan said in a comforting tone again, then looked around, called a staff member over, and asked a few questions before saying to Miranda, "Can I borrow your phone? I didn't bring it."
"Of course." Miranda hurriedly handed her phone to him.
"Please come with me, there are a lot of people here." Adriaan said with a smile, then took her to a small room under the guidance of the staff.
"Hey, Yini, it's me. I'm in a room on the right side of the hall. I accidentally spilled water all over myself, and I didn't bring my phone, so I'm calling you with someone else's phone. Find someone to bring me a clean outfit for me to change into, thank you." After entering the room, Adriaan immediately used Miranda's phone to contact Ivanka.
"You didn't bring your phone?" Ivanka's teasing voice came from the other side.
"If you can, please hurry up." "Thank you, Miss Miranda Kerr." Adrian said expressionlessly. He then hung up and returned the phone to Miranda. "Thank you, Miss Miranda Kerr."
"Just call me Miranda," the girl said, feeling flattered.
"Okay, Miranda, you can also call me Adriaan or Eide." Adriaan didn't stand on ceremony.
Then, under his guidance, the two began to chat slowly. Adriaan was already a veteran among veterans, and a few words made the girl laugh, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious. Not only did they talk about modeling, but he also found out a lot about Miranda's childhood. However, when it came to her experience as a small model three or four years ago, the girl didn't like to talk too much, as if she had some bad memories.
Soon, the clothes were sent down, but the shirt and coat were wet, so Adriaan didn't stand on ceremony and changed in front of the girl.
"Then let's call it a day," he said to the girl after changing. "It was nice chatting with you, Miranda."
"Me too, Adriaan." Miranda smiled and stood up, but there was a little hesitation in her eyes.
However, Adriaan didn't leave after he finished speaking, but just looked at her. At first, Miranda could still look at him, but soon she lowered her head, and then a blush appeared on her face, which quickly spread to her ears.
"You're really cute, Miranda, and very charming," Adriaan said softly at this time.
Miranda didn't say anything, nor did she raise her head, but her breathing became slightly faster.
"Can I turn around?" he suddenly said.
Miranda didn't question or object at all, and just naturally turned around in front of him.
Holding his chin and tapping his cheek with his finger, Adriaan suddenly took out a business card from his pocket, wrote a few words on it, and handed it to her. "I wrote the hotel room number on the business card. If you're willing, Miranda, you can come to me before four o 'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."
The girl finally raised her head, and there seemed to be a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but also an expression of relief. She reached out to take the business card and smiled sweetly. "I will, Adriaan."
After sending Miranda away, Adriaan nodded, and then shook his head. It was obvious that Miranda didn't deliberately run into him. It was a complete accident, and it could be seen from their conversation that she still had an innocent side, but the test later revealed another side of her. If she was a completely innocent girl, she would definitely refuse such an invitation. Even if she had any ulterior motives, she would be puzzled and ask what he wanted to do, but she directly agreed.
That's good. Adriaan then thought so. She would obediently fall into his hands if there was a need, and as long as she fell into his hands …
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Miranda Keer took a deep breath and straightened her clothes to keep herself in good shape before she reached out and rang the doorbell. She had dressed up carefully today, although her clothes were still simple, with a dark undershirt and coat on top, white leggings and boots on the bottom, and a pink scarf around her neck — it was winter in the southern hemisphere — plus the baby fat on her face, she looked a little like a doll.
It's okay, at least … he's very kind. She secretly cheered herself on in her heart and recalled a friend's words to her: Learn to seize opportunities, Miranda. You should go to Paris, London, New York, not stay in this damn place! Always remember, opportunities are hard to come by. As long as you can get out, it's nothing to pay a little price.
At this moment, the door opened, and a tall woman with blonde hair appeared in front of her. She wore a ginger coat and a narrow white skirt that went below her knees, showing off her curves just right.
"You must be Miranda Keer." She looked at her and smiled, then opened the door completely and made an inviting gesture. "Come in, I'm Ivanka, Ivanka Trump, Mr. Adriaan's assistant secretary."
"Thank you." Miranda bowed. She recognized the beautiful woman who had been sitting next to Adriaan the day before. It turned out to be his secretary.
A feeling of inferiority welled up in her heart. Whether it was the curvaceous curves or the calm elegance, they all made Miranda feel jealous.
"Sit here and wait for a moment. Mr. Adriaan will be out soon." Ivanka took her to the sofa and walked into the inner room after saying so.
Miranda took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She sat down with her legs together. She looked around a little. The furnishings of the presidential suite were so gorgeous and luxurious that it made her a little more nervous.
Could it be that … he wants to have a threesome? Such a thought suddenly came to Miranda's mind. After going back, she looked up some information about Adriaan in detail. The word that left the deepest impression on her was the word "playboy". Some people said that he had countless lovers, some people said that he was good at coaxing women into bed, and some people said that all the women in Hollywood had relationships with him. But no matter how exaggerated, one thing was certain. If one wanted to become famous in Hollywood, the fastest way was indeed to make him comfortable in bed. There were too many such examples.
He was indeed a very charming man. If it weren't for the previous conversation that day, she might not have agreed immediately. Miranda said to herself in her heart. As for whether it was the truth or an excuse, she didn't know. However, that beautiful and elegant female secretary must have slept with him. He asked her to come today and asked the female secretary to receive her. Could it be that he really wanted to … How could that be? She still …
With this thought in mind, Miranda resisted the urge to stand up. At this moment, the inner room door opened. Adriaan immediately walked out, followed by the female secretary, Ivanka, and a man dressed in gaudy clothes.
"I'm so happy that you came on time, Miranda." Adriaan greeted her with a smile and walked over to introduce her.
"Philip, this is the young model with great potential that I mentioned, Miranda Kerr."
"Miranda, this is Philip Cox, the creative director of Victoria's Secret."
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