Facing the onslaught of newcomers, the experienced countess will naturally not sit still.

As an old man who has been in the fashion industry for so many years, she has seen too many newcomers who will do anything to become famous, but it is really rare to see someone as fierce as Kouira.

"This dress is amazing, did you design it yourself?" The Countess asked deliberately loudly with a champagne glass, and the surrounding guests pricked up their ears curiously.

Only Fleur sneered with disdain: "This old woman even dares to doubt the strength of Senior Sister Kuila. ”

It's just that what people didn't expect was that Kuyla directly confessed: "No! Actually, this is the winter collection you designed, 1965. ”

This answer caused an uproar in the audience, because it meant that the newcomer's work turned out to be plagiarized from the Countess.

But immediately after her next sentence, the audience became louder.

"But I modified it, and to be honest, your original design, while good, was a little mediocre and not bold enough."

Kuira: This is a blatant provocation!

The meaning of her words is to explain that her improved work is more outstanding than the countess's design.

The Countess was also very experienced, and although she longed to break Kuyla's body to pieces, the expression on her face remained the same, but her tone was slightly colder.

"Oh, no wonder I feel familiar, it turned out to be my work."

"Nope! It's mine now. ”

The confrontation between the two sides became tense for a while.

"Since the concept and style are so similar, it looks like we'll have to sit down and have a good chat." The Countess emphasized.

"I'm still curious about your creative philosophy, it's really unique."

Naturally, Kouira will not give in easily, "No! I refuse. ”

And as her words fell, there was also the sound of a whistle from the countess's mouth.

I could only hear the crisp sound of "pop, pop, pop" around me, and three fat and strong Dalmatian dogs actually followed the whistle phantom and turned into shape, surrounding Kuira.

Clark clearly saw that the black patterns on those Dalmatians were still in motion, and the black and white colors made people feel dizzy and nauseous just by looking at them.

The countess summoned not an ordinary Dalmatian, but a special canine-type magical animal, the Phantom Dog of Saktos.

The three big dogs stared at Kuyla with a menacing gaze, and a threatening whimper came out of their mouths.

"What if I insist?" The countess, who was convinced of her victory, took off the silver whistle in her mouth and smiled meaningfully.

Kuyla looked at the three phantom dogs around him and squeezed his shoulders, "Okay, okay, you're the master, you have the final say." ”

She followed the Countess to the couch seat on the edge of the ball, the phantom dogs still staring at her along the way.

"Behold, are these little treasures not very gorgeous, and very vicious." The Countess sat down to find Coola still staring at her dog, "It's my favorite combination, like this ball." ”

With that, she looked at Kuyla again, looking from head to toe for a moment.

"What do you want? I mean, you're obviously deliberately trying to get my attention. ”

Kouira did not answer.

The Countess took a sip of wine and continued: "Of course, I have seen a lot of young people like you. The city is known as the fashion capital, and every year young people like you come here, different, maverick, always thinking that they are that unique, undiscovered precious gem. ”

"I want to be like you." Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Kouira, "You are a very powerful and powerful woman, which makes me envious. ”

"Really?" Although she knew that this was just an ordinary compliment, a reserved smile appeared on the countess's face.

She's not that easy to fool around, though. "Ah, then I'll have to give you some advice, if you want to talk about power, you have to have it first, but it seems that you don't seem to have that."

The countess said with a thick contempt, "as soon as I saw you, I smelled from you that thick, foul-smelling smell of poverty, and you made me look sick. It's hard to find this old clothes from decades ago, right, from which garbage heap did they come from? ”

Coyla leaned forward, allowing her to better look into the countess's eyes.

"It's because I don't have it that I'm going to talk about it! That's why I'm here, don't you have that thing? I'm younger than you, more energetic than you, more agile than you, and I can catch up with you, but are you sure, can you keep up? ”

A smug smile appeared on Kuira's face, and the smile on the countess's face vanished as if frozen in a layer of ice.

"Alright, that's enough, while I'm enjoying talking to you, I'm afraid I'll have to have someone arrest you now. Violently breaking into private homes, disrupting order, picking quarrels and provoking trouble, and, of course, malicious harm. ”

The Countess looked at the guard who was being supported by her companion not far away, "Believe me, I have enough ability to let you enjoy the power of power in advance, maybe your fashion design path, your dreams, have been cut off because of this, go to prison and regret it, regret that you came to provoke me." ”

"Ahh What is it? ”

The Countess, who had just been threatening Kouira, was startled by the sudden appearance of several fat rats in her hand.

She didn't see that the young man who had just served the buffet plate beside her was smiling smugly and speeding away.

"A couple of big mice." Coyla gloated from the sidelines, of course she had a full view of what had just happened, and the waiter who helped her out of the siege was none other than her good friend Jasper.

And the disgusting, filthy little ones, suddenly exposed to broad daylight, were themselves restless, and ran around as fast as they could, and one of them happened to jump on the Countess.

"Ahh Come on, get rid of them. The Countess screamed hysterically, stood up and flapped indiscriminately.

Kouira stood up and reached out and slapped her chest as if to help the other man chase away the hateful mouse, but her target was actually the ruby necklace of her own that the other party wore around his neck.

Unfortunately, Kuira's wishful thinking seems to have failed.

Just as she was about to touch the necklace, a thick palm grabbed her wrist first, stopping her movements.