George's words were clearly discussed, but Alexandre Ambrosio, who was with George, knew that it was an order, and the word came to his mind for a moment.

The man next to her made her a little incomprehensible, crazy for a while, gentle for a while, domineering for a while, which one was him, she was a little stupid at this time and couldn't tell the difference.

Fortunately, she is a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, and she knows the word judging the situation, since the man in front of her who silently expresses her has said such a thing, then she will not be stupid to refute, after all, it is not cost-effective to offend a man with huge energy and seemingly atmospheric but stingy.

At the age of nineteen, she is accustomed to seeing the warmth and coldness of the world, and the experience of modeling has long made her lose the innocence when she walked out of Brazil, knowing that everything needs to rely on herself, and she knows how to face a man.

Supermodel is just a nice name, nothing in the eyes of this handsome domineering and crazy man in front of him, she is just a woman in his eyes, a woman who belongs to him now and before he gets tired of playing.

Painted models are not a big problem in the modeling world, many models are doing it, after all, when there is no job, painting is a job with a rather small price.

If you don't let you do it, then don't do it, it's no big deal, although you will lose a lot of income, and at the same time, you can't show your best side to those who are crazy about her and like her to watch and take pictures, I have to say a pity.

Alexandre Ambrosio just smiled, but did not speak, and the hand that grabbed George's arm tightened even tighter, and she was silently protesting against George.

Feeling the change of the people walking around, George glanced over and glanced at the people around him by the dim light passing from the asphalt road in the distance, and shook his head gently, it seems that she has the experience of the afternoon, and knows that it is better not to say it than to say it, if she doesn't say it, George will compensate her, once she says it, there may be nothing.

After all, not going to participate in the painting will cost her a lot of money, and the people who come out of Brazil to become models have a special fascination with money, which may have something to do with the poverty they experienced at birth, the superstars and stars on the green pitch, and the same is true of the models who have gone through layers and levels to the top.

Of course, there are reasons for her dissatisfaction, after all, the $30,000 to $50,000 for a paint show is much more than $10,000 for her to walk a runway show, which can show what kind of mood it would be for him to give up such a huge benefit.

He took her arm by the hand, put it in his hand, and pulled her towards the front, leaving behind two long figures left by the light.

On the beach, the two of them sat on the resting chairs specially prepared for the crowd in the villa area from time to time, and from time to time walked to the edge of the beach washed by the sea, stepping on the soft sand under the washing of the sea, walking deep and shallow.

In the process, George didn't say much, just quietly listened to Alexandre Ambrosio talk about how she was discovered by her agent, how she got out of Brazil, how she surprised the world on the South African runway, and since then she has been soaring in the modeling industry until now.

The hardships of it, Alexandre Ambrosio did not talk about it, and George could guess that the fashion industry and the entertainment industry have the same essence.

They are not good men and women, how can they be rewarded without paying, and even sometimes, there will not necessarily be a return if they have paid.

I know it, but an industry has the rules of an industry, the more powerful the person, the more we must abide by such rules, no one will go to break this rule, otherwise it is the public enemy of the entire industry, even if it is strong for a while, all the voices will be suppressed, the more powerful the suppression, the more ruthless the backlash, and the rules are also protecting some vested interests.

Just like now, George didn't also use this kind of rule to make this stunner who amazes the world with her sexiness in just a few hours, without any opening, make her the person next to him, his own exclusive use, and the other meaning is "private goods".

After returning to the villa, Georges and Alexandre Ambrosio went straight into the bedroom, bathed together, hugged and fell asleep together, such as the battle of the intestines, the old man's cart, etc.

Early in the morning, George opened his eyes in the surging sound of "whooshing", sat up, glanced at Biren who was still sleeping with a happy face lying next to him, and then reached out and took out a cigarette in the cigarette case and lit it.

Last night's battle was very fierce, and if it weren't for George's fighting power, he might have to lose the woman next to him.

This kind of toughness can only be understood, indescribable, talent really exists, George exhaled smoke, shook off the gradually clear mind, shook the last bit of turbidity in his mind, and made the mind more clear.

Almost every corner of the room left traces of the two fighting, equal opponents, George is very satisfied with this, but he hopes that he will become stronger over time, otherwise he is really afraid that one day, the woman next to him will point to his little George and say, "Where did your previous arrogance go?"

Although he knew that this desire was impossible, it did not prevent him from daydreaming a little, after all, as women grow older, their needs gradually increase, and men are constantly degrading their bodies for various reasons, and it is a matter of time before they retreat, which is something that has been confirmed by countless once strong people.

Lifted the space quilt covering his body, stepped on the stall, entered the bathroom, took a shower, finished washing, and put on the clothes he brought when he came yesterday in the cloakroom of the villa, and glanced at the woman who was still resting comfortably after being moisturized by herself last night, sighed softly, cleaned up the clothes that were still on the ground, and opened the door of the room, heading downstairs.

Since he said that he was going to have breakfast with Watt Andy today, he couldn't miss the appointment.

No matter what purpose the other party wants to see him, no matter what kind of expression the other party will have after seeing him, whether he wants to or not, George, who is deeply respected by the old and loved the young, and respects the elders to investigate drugs, needs to arrive as soon as possible.

Walking out the door, I took a look at the rare Vacheron Constantin on his wrist, the time was still early, half past six in the morning, which was a relatively early morning after George left the capital market.

After nodding and waving to Arthur, who was waiting for him in the living room early, George walked out of the villa alone, and walked in the direction of the last independent villa that stood beside the villa complex and occupied a huge area hidden in the forbidden land among the tall trees.

At that time, Watt Andy bought a villa in Santa Monica, no, it should be said that George's most disgusting guy in order to curry favor with Watt Adedy, after learning that Watt Andy was going to buy a villa here, he specially concentrated manpower and material resources, and after Watt Andy's confirmation, he specially built a solid castle-like villa that can show his identity and show low profile.

George hadn't been to this villa, and as far as he knew, not many people had come, after all, the difference in identity limited the object of communication, and people with the status of Watt Andy were all the patriarchs of various families or behind-the-scenes figures, and it was difficult for ordinary people to meet him.