Fake daughters are wealthy

1 hours later.

The driver parked the Rolls-Royce in front of a big house full of futuristic design.

The assistant got out of the car first and helped to open the door.

"Master, please slow down."

"Ah."

Lagerfeld got out of the car, straightened his collar, and walked towards the studio in high spirits.

……

His studio is located in the most prosperous area of ​​country m.

In an area where every inch of land is expensive, he not only owns a duplex villa of more than [-] square meters, but also chooses the most prime location, leaving a blank area at the door to raise a pool of precious goldfish, which is quite quiet and outstanding. Compelling.

Accompanied by his assistant, Lagerfeld walked into the studio all the way. According to past practice, everyone was busy at their respective positions at this point.

But what is strange today is that when they walked in, most of the people gathered together in groups of three or four, discussing in low voices, and exclaiming from time to time.

Until they all come in.

It was only when the small group near the door noticed them that they quickly dispersed like birds and beasts.

He even warned others.

"The master is here."

"Master Lagerfeld is good."

"Hello sir."

The other people who gathered together also seemed to have encountered a ghost, and hurriedly dispersed, returned to their workstations, and seemed to be busy with their work as usual.

But out of the corner of his eye, he kept glancing in their direction.

Faced with this situation, Lagerfeld also frowned, his face darkened, and he strode towards the innermost working room of his own.

Seeing this, the assistant took a step slowly on purpose and didn't follow up immediately.

He found a colleague close to him who had a good relationship with him, approached him, and asked in a low voice, "What were you talking about just now, it made Master angry."

"This..." Who knew that his colleague twisted Nini, hesitated, and looked embarrassed to tell him.

The assistant patted him on the shoulder and said bluntly, "I would know if you didn't tell me. Did you see the press conference?"

He thought that everyone in the studio had seen the news of the press conference, so they would gather in small groups and gossip.

Who knew that a colleague who had a close relationship with him raised his head, his face full of surprise: "What press conference? Whose press conference? Which celebrity is still in the circle?"

"?"

The assistant was confused by his question.

He met his eyes: "Aren't you talking about the press conference? Then what are you talking about?"

That colleague usually has a good relationship with him, and it is not easy to understand him as the assistant of Master Lagerfeld.

A slight hesitation flashed across his face, but he kindly took out his tablet, searched it, and quietly handed it to the assistant.

"Look at this."

"What is this?"

The assistant took it over and looked down, his face suddenly changed, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.

"This!"

The colleague hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't look at me, I didn't break the news. I have only been here for a long time, and I don't know about it."

"This is the news that just came out on the Internet, just an hour ago?" The colleague kindly pointed him to the news release time.

The assistant held his tablet computer restlessly, and hurriedly said: "Lend it to me, I want to show it to the master."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care whether the colleague was willing or not, he took the tablet and hurried to find Lagerfeld.

*

In Lagerfeld's separate workshop.

He was resting on an expensive independent sofa, his eyes were tightly closed, his hands were raised above his eyes, and he drank a lot, feeling a little dizzy and drowsy.