Lapore had seen everything happen the whole time.
If it were her, she wouldn't spend $200,000, no matter how big of a grudge she had.
But the others in the room seemed to take it for granted.
Chen Zhao was the one who'd come up with the idea.
When Lapore looked at Chen Zhao, she was a little afraid.
The wine in the cellar was at least tens of thousands of dollars, and the most was at least hundreds of thousands.
Lapore knew very well that the three of them were dead for sure.
Merlyn had left without hesitation. She couldn't afford to offend anyone in the room.
Everyone in the room was a man-eating beast.
"Are you satisfied now that I helped you vent your anger?" Chen Zhao asked.
Lapore lowered her head. After a while, she said, "Hison has my contract."
"Leave it to me," Dell said. "Mary, call the police."
The three were still in a daze. Hison asked, "Why isn't Merlyn back yet?"
The door to the cellar opened and a group of police officers walked in.
They saw the broken pieces of wine bottles on the ground and the strong smell of alcohol permeated the air.
"Mr. Policeman, it's them. They came in here to steal and deliberately destroy the wine storage here."
"Wait … What are you doing? What are you doing? "
"What happened?"
The three immediately resisted, but the police didn't care. They handcuffed them right away.
Just then, Dell led the way to the three.
Lapore followed behind him.
"Lapore, what's going on?"
"Gentlemen, you barged into my party and broke the lock of my cellar. You stole from the cellar and caused me great losses. I need compensation," Dell said indifferently. Dell said calmly, "Of course, you can refuse, but I can guarantee that you will return the money to me."
The three immediately sobered up. Then they started sweating.
They suddenly realized what they'd done.
"Wait … We didn't do it. A woman brought us here. We don't know …"
"Woman? What woman? There's no woman here. "
"It's true. There's really a woman. We were tricked."
Hison suddenly looked at Lapore. "It's you … Lapore, is it you?"
Lapore only smiled and didn't speak.
At this moment, Raphael felt very relieved.
Who would have thought that Hison, who used to strut around in front of her, would be in such a sorry state?
"This is a trap, a fraud!" Hison had already come to his senses. "You deliberately lured us here. I'm going to sue you, all of you, and the police. I'm going to file a complaint against you too."
"Mr. Officer, please take them to the police station. I'll send my lawyer to negotiate with them later," Dell said.
They basically didn't need to worry about what would happen next.
"I'll send you back."
After everything was over, Chen Zhao drove Raphael home.
Raphael did not speak again along the way.
Just because of a single conflict, Chen Zhao had caused Hison and the other two to suffer heavy losses.
By the time they left, things had already come to an end.
Hison, who had been unyielding before, returned Lapour's contract to Lapour.
At the same time, he also paid Dell a million dollars.
This made Raphael see Chen Zhao, his teacher, in a new light.
It also made her afraid of Chen Zhao.
His teacher was far more dangerous than Hison.
When he had money, he would definitely return it as soon as possible.
He definitely couldn't be offended.
Raphael secretly made up her mind.
"We're here. Get out."
"Thank you, Teacher."
…
Exhausted, Raphael returned home.
However, she was filled with confusion about her future.
She was free now, but she didn't have any background.
Without an agency or manager, she couldn't even get a job.
Of course, she could find a job on her own.
But as a model, not to mention whether she was qualified for the job.
She couldn't allocate her time.
The next day, Raphael seemed to be unaffected by anything.
After dressing up carefully, she went out.
Baroness Clubhouse was the most high-end clubhouse in Los Angeles. Just the area alone was comparable to a community park.
The architectural style was similar to that of medieval Europe, but with a modern aesthetic.
Even the celebrities in Hollywood flocked to it.
However, Raphael was stopped at the door.
"Please take out your work pass."
"Sorry, I'm here for an interview."
"Oh, take this temporary pass and go in from there."
The slogan in America was equality for all.
But in this country, it was the most unequal society in the world.
People were divided into the rich and the poor. The hidden class system was very obvious.
The rich were the nobles here, and the poor were nothing here.
For example, in Baroness Clubhouse, you couldn't even walk through the front door.
Of course, Raphael wasn't the kind of person who wouldn't walk through the front door.
Having been a model for so many years, she knew very well that the status of a model was not as glamorous as it seemed.
When Raphael entered the clubhouse for the interview, there were already about a hundred models there.
A one-tenth acceptance rate was higher than expected.
Raphael thought to herself.
For some companies, the acceptance rate might be one-twentieth or even one-thirtieth.
The interview was very fast. The average time for each model was about three minutes.
And it wasn't just one interviewer.
When Raphael entered the interview room, there was a man and a woman sitting inside.
The two from Raphael were two of the three main designers of the Baroness, Tris and Cooper.
Many stars flocked to their clothes, but they couldn't get them.
"Good figure, but it's a pity that the clothes don't match."
"This year's popular lipstick is dark pink. Your fashion sense is too low."
"Twenty-two years old. The upper age limit is also 22 years old," Tris said. "Also, are you in college?"
"Yes."
"Will your studies be affected? Or will your runway show and rehearsals be affected? "Cooper asked.
"I have my teacher's approval and got his signature. I will focus on modeling," Raphael said seriously.
If a student wanted to do other part-time jobs, he or she needed the teacher's approval.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be allowed to work.
Raphael took out her part-time application and placed it in front of Tris and Cooper.
It was stamped by the school and signed by the teacher.
"Take a few steps."
"Average," Tris commented.
"And there's no agency."
"Sorry, Miss Raphael, you don't meet the requirements of our company. Please."
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