Chapter 190 Preparing a Dress for My Wife
"Isn't Mr. Brown going to get resources for your wife soon?"
"You dragged me out of bed early in the morning to deal with them, and I thought you wanted to acquire this brand to break into the fashion industry. Who knew you were actually trying to get a dress for your wife?"
"Has Ms. Smith really fallen this low?"
Angelina had a bare face, completely lacking the elite businesswoman aura she usually had. She clearly looked worn out by the capitalist.
William was ruthless with his words.
"Where did you say Kurt invited me yesterday?"
"Emerald City Film & Television Awards Ceremony."
William pulled out a chair and sat down. As he opened his computer, he glanced at her: "Tell him I'll see him tonight."
Angelina: "Are you crazy? Going to that meaningless celebrity beauty contest? Everyone knows capitalists only go to those events to find female companions. You're a married man—don't tell me you're thinking something inappropriate?"
With Thalia's temper, wouldn't she kill him?
After speaking, Angelina realized something was off: "Wait, does Thalia need the Aurelion Noir dress to attend the Film & Television Awards Ceremony?"
William was different when he had feelings for someone. In the past, he would never spend time on things like this, but now he was actively asking to go.
After solving the dress issue, she went back to sleep and didn't get up until noon.
That's how the entertainment industry works. If you don't have money or connections, you pick some nice-looking dresses that suit you and rely on your looks to create buzz. If you have money, connections, and resources, you go for expensive ones. It doesn't matter if the clothes look good—as long as the price tag looks good.
Layla urged her to get up early because she hadn't gotten a high-end dress.
Layla wanted her to have more time to try on clothes.
Solving the root problem meant she was halfway to success.
"I thought you'd sleep until 3 PM before coming to the office."
"I wanted to, but I was afraid you'd kill me," Thalia said, pouring herself a glass of water and sitting down.
"Listen carefully. Tonight at the event, no matter who provokes you, keep your cool. Do you know that everyone else from the Nora cast received invitations to this Film & Television Awards Ceremony except you? If you keep going like this, you'll be worse off than even Nora. When she does better than you later, you'll regret it."
"She got an invitation?" Thalia was shocked. Was she really going to fail in this industry?
Layla glared at her and handed her the iPad: "See for yourself."
On the iPad, Nora had posted on Facebook—a picture with a caption. The picture showed tonight's Film & Television Awards Ceremony invitation: "Looking forward to it!"
Suddenly, Thalia couldn't swallow the water in her hand.
"If Aaron hadn't invited you this time, you wouldn't even be qualified to go."
"Got it, got it. I'll be good."
Thalia hugged Layla's waist and nuzzled her.
Playing cute and acting adorable.
Layla knew Thalia was smart, but she couldn't help being lazy.
That evening, the Emerald City Film & Television Awards Ceremony venue was packed with stars. Female celebrities were competing to outshine each other, all wanting to walk the red carpet at the peak moment to amaze everyone. Thalia had arranged to meet Aaron at 8 o'clock. When they arrived at the red carpet, everyone was watching, with only a few male celebrities going in.
"Let's go!" Thalia lifted her dress hem, ready to get out, but Layla held her back.
"Wait."
"Wait for what? I agreed with Aaron on 8 o'clock. If we wait any longer, we'll be late."
"Aaron told you the time?"
"Yes! Look, Gregory's getting out of the car."
As Thalia spoke, she pointed to a van not far away. Layla indeed saw Gregory getting out.
"Alright, go ahead!"
Thalia opened the car door and got out. Reporters' cameras immediately turned toward her.
Gregory had almost reached the central area when he heard the commotion behind him and deliberately stopped to wait for Thalia.
"Is Thalia wearing the price of a house?"
"Isn't the necklace around her neck the sapphire that was auctioned off for ten million dollars at the auction recently?"
"Didn't they say she couldn't even borrow an Aurelion Noir dress? Now she's wearing their signature piece?"
"I heard a certain Best Actress wanted to buy it, but Aurelion Noir wouldn't sell. Has Thalia risen again?"
"I heard her mom took control of the company. Her downfall was only temporary—she's bound to make it big sooner or later."
"Gregory is waiting for her?"
"They're filming Aaron's TV series now. They probably want to promote it together."
Thalia lifted her dress and walked over, standing beside Gregory. The two posed together for the cameras.
"The dress suits you well."
"Thanks."
"Other female celebrities all go for the finale, but you're doing the opposite."
"Can't help it, I'm just that talented," Thalia replied to Gregory with a smile. Neither of them wanted to linger on the red carpet and went inside to find people.
"Didn't they say Thalia didn't receive an invitation?"
Nora watched Thalia walk in, grinding her teeth in anger.
"Everyone's waiting for the finale, and she just opened the show in a haute couture dress. Isn't this overshadowing us?"
"There are already topics about her on Facebook."
Thalia had stolen the show. At any event or show, if the opening is too stunning, everything after becomes mediocre.
Thalia had won.
The Film & Television Awards Ceremony was divided into an awards section and a reception section.
The front row seats were occupied by big-shot capitalists, with various celebrities and artists seated behind them.
Thanks to Aaron, Thalia was sitting in the second row. As she was boredly looking around, she suddenly saw someone being welcomed in at the entrance, with the greeter bowing... and that person was her husband.
When William entered, his tall frame cast a very long shadow in the dim lighting. His profile was striking, and as he walked in confidently, Kurt followed behind him, practically bowing and scraping.
Thalia had rarely seen William in serious work mode. This was the third time.
Every time he appeared at such formal occasions, the elite aura around him could dominate the entire venue.
Thalia's stunned gaze followed William until he took his seat.
"Who's that? A new celebrity?"
"The front row is for celebrities to sit in? Those are all capitalists, and he's sitting right in the center with the best view. Clearly, he's the most important one."
"Look, even Thalia is staring at him without blinking."
The discussion from behind reached her ears, and Thalia almost rolled her eyes.
This was her husband. Forget staring without blinking—she could strip him naked and it wouldn't be illegal.
"You like him?"