Hollywood Hunter

Emma Traston lives with her children in a single-family house on 65th Street near Lexington Avenue on the Upper East Side.

In the eyes of many insiders, this woman who was so lucky that she quit the fashion circle that had just opened up since she became pregnant last year. The interior design office, however, only hides behind the scenes, and also undertakes some routine family responsibilities, helping the Westeros system manage a public welfare fund.

In fact, this is mainly because Emma Treston also understands how lucky she is.

An ordinary small-town girl from Kansas in the central part of the Federation, to put it bluntly, in the eyes of the country's upper elite, she is the kind of red-necked pariah who doesn't even count as the middle class, or a more derogatory name, white trash.

In the beginning, after finishing her studies with a large student loan, she came to New York. Emma Treston just wanted to gain a firm foothold in this big city, and it would be best if she relied on her pretty good skin , marry a good man.

In any era, in any country, it is not so easy to break through class.

The closest attempt, however, ended in failure.

Leaving a daughter behind, and a compensation for her not having to rent a house at all, but it was far away from what she expected.

Seeing that he was nearly 30 years old, well, it was still a few years away, and he was only 27. He gave up on himself and went to a nightclub to party. Unexpectedly, he encountered the biggest turning point in his life.

Occasionally waking up in the middle of the night, Emma Treston can't help but wonder if everything is just a dream.

of course not.

A certain little guy was conceived in her womb, and then was born. Then, in a blink of an eye, he was 1 year old, and he could call daddy at seven or eight months. This is the first word she taught the child. Now, not only has he learned to walk , and counting from 1 to 10, she dared not take any credit for it, firmly believing that it must be the result of a certain man's genius gene.

until now.

Emma Treston wants nothing more than to protect the life she has now.

As for more...

I don't feel that I have the right to ask for more. I am too greedy, and I am going to be punished by God.

What's more, living in the Upper East Side and gradually integrating into this circle, I have seen more problems that appear to be glamorous on the surface but are actually caused by men stealing food, because of a few more wrinkles on the face, and because of children's poor grades in elite schools. Satisfactory issues, etc., and Emma, ​​a lady in the Upper East Side who is suffering from all kinds of potential pressure and anxiety, understands better, except that she occasionally worries about whether her little guy will be like the son of a certain lady's family in the future If you are too stubborn, you always get into trouble. Speeding on the street is fine, but what if you hurt yourself? Or, like another boy from a lady's family, who has just entered puberty and doesn't like girls, which makes the devout Catholic couple want to go crazy... These are all foresight, other things, life now, It's just too easy.

It's a Monday, October 23rd.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

There were still two hours before the birthday party at seven o'clock, the man arrived on time, and Emma Treston greeted him at the door with the baby in her arms.

After saying hello, he quickly gestured to the child in his arms.

The little guy named Jack Westeros called Dad obediently. This was indeed the first word he learned, so he was very proficient. However, after all, he didn’t get along very often. For a certain man, the little boy had a secret in his heart. There is a very contradictory sense of strangeness, and a timid look.

Simon took the child with a smile, hugged it in his arms, and nodded to the housekeeper Angourie Davis who also rushed over, walked into the living room, glanced at the warm party dresses around him, and remembered something, Ask Emma beside her: "Where is Lisa, was you sent back to Kansas again?"

Lisa Treston, Emma's daughter, is 3 years old this year.

Simon still knew the situation of the little girl very well, or, frankly speaking, the reason why Emma was able to gain a certain competitive advantage among the three girls she met at the 'Tunnel' nightclub was precisely because she was a single mother.

Um.

Later, when Little Jack was born, Simon occasionally remembered and reminded the woman that she could take her daughter and raise her together, and he wouldn't mind.

Really nothing to mind.

In contrast, Simon subconsciously cares more about irresponsible mothers.

Emma Treston, who is already a mother of two children but more graceful and graceful, narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard Simon suddenly mentioning this, subconsciously grabbed the little hand of her precious son in the arms of the man, shook it slightly, and whispered Said: "Today... is special after all."

Of course, I remembered what the man said at the time, and the child was indeed brought to New York from his hometown in Kansas.

However, Emma never took the man's words seriously.

I have seen a documentary about lions. After the male lion defeats the old lion king and becomes the new king of the lion group, he will immediately kill all the cubs left by the former leader.

vivid memory.

A little analogy, the kind of human nature, Emma firmly believes, how could she not mind?

Therefore, except for the period when the man brought the child to New York according to the man's request, and specially arranged for him to meet a few times when he arrived, most of the time, when Simon appeared, she would let a certain little girl try not to appear in the presence of men. in view.

Same thing for this birthday party.

I had already sent my daughter back to Kansas a week in advance, not to find someone nearby to take care of her, but also because I thought that today

In case the man asks, she can actually give a reason. The grandparents miss their children, and this is to go back to visit relatives.

Compared with the past, the hometown is also very good now.

With the man's permission last year, Emma bought her parents a large farm with a total area of ​​20,000 acres. This was the goal that her father had been thinking about all her life. Before, even if the farm area was reduced by 100 times, it would definitely not be possible to achieve it in this life. , now, Treston can be regarded as a well-known family in the local area, and his parents and two older brothers enjoy a dignity that they never had before.

This can be regarded as some selfishness of hers, after all, she has heard too many things about being entangled by relatives to the point of collapse after being developed.

Even if the previous character of the family gave her enough confidence, however, who knows what will happen in the future? Even if she knows that a certain man is strong enough to help her block certain possibilities, she doesn't want to have any split with her family at all. To a certain extent, that is her kind of backing.

Given a farm, it is a very reasonable arrangement.

In short, sending the child there temporarily will definitely not treat little Lisa badly there.

Simon didn't delve into Emma's thoughts, but just teased that his daughter would not be close to her when he grew up, and walked through the living room on the first floor to a small living room on the second floor.

Sitting down on the sofa with her son in her arms, Emma immediately took another folder from the housekeeper, handed it over and said, "Simon, this is the guest list for tonight, do you want to temporarily adjust it?"

"Temporary adjustment, then you will lose a few friends."

Simon talked and laughed, holding his son in one hand, while opening the folder casually, browsing the guest list with great interest.

Of course it is not a temporary adjustment.

Just curious who Amy will be inviting tonight.

It has to be said that, just by simply scanning, Simon has a little admiration for the network of contacts that the woman around him has managed in New York in just one or two years.

There are detailed notes on the list.

Heirs of billionaire families, young couples of cutting-edge politicians, well-known financiers on Wall Street, and so on.

There are more than ten pages of information. In general, there are not many. Most of them are couples with children. Counting a small number of single guests, there are only fifty or sixty people in total. However, all these guests can be regarded as The group at the top of the pyramid in this country and even the world.

Emma stood next to Simon, looked at the man's expression, knew that he was quite satisfied, thought about it and said, "Ange gave me a lot of advice, and I also think that Jack will be very good in such a circle in the future."

Simon nodded slightly.

Although subconsciously he has no concept of class or anything, after all, with his current status, no class can be held up in front of Simon.

However, Simon also does not object to certain traditional ideas that are actually deeply ingrained in human society.

Thinking of this, Simon smiled again: "Probably they are all of the same age. Speaking of which, I have met a few occasionally, but I seem to meet their parents more frequently."

Emma followed suit with a smile: "You are so outstanding, it is really difficult to chat with young people of the same age."

Simon glanced around and shook his head slightly: "You don't have to be so respectful here."

"Um."

Having said that, I don't intend to make too many changes in my heart.

The man around her, even the father of her child, in her opinion, is definitely something she needs to look up to.

Chatted casually, flipped through the list, and continued to talk about some details of the party later, Emma took the initiative to find a topic again, turned to the little guy who had been sitting on his father's lap obediently, and talked about the child who can count from 1 to 10, again An indirect compliment to a man's genius genes.

So trivial, the twilight fell in a blink of an eye.

It is said that the party started on time at seven o'clock, and the guests basically arrived a little earlier. Of course, they were not too early, but there was no such thing as being late.

After all, they all understand how rare it is to meet a super tycoon this night.

And even if they are already at the top of this world pyramid, under normal circumstances, they will bear more pressure, and subconsciously want to go further, up, up, and up. Simon Westeros, few people have the courage to take him as the ultimate goal, but a little clinging to this towering tree that goes straight into the sky is enough for them to shake off too many of their kind.

Very warm and lively birthday party.

About ten children came, but none of the same age, the youngest was more than three years old, and the oldest was almost ten years old. Obviously, after the careful teaching of the parents, a certain little guy was surrounded in the center, singing birthday songs together, and singing birthday songs together. Play games and eat cake together.

The formal process is over, the children are looked after by attendants, and the adults are free to socialize.

Simon thus takes the place of his son as the center.

However, after all, most of them are meeting for the first time, and there are no too in-depth topics. They are basically current affairs topics such as various political and economic topics, and they have been really lively recently. At the same time, on the basis of these topics, the guests also changed their ways to show themselves as much as possible like a peacock opening its tail, like an interview or sales promotion.

Simon did remember some names, too.

Moreover, I couldn't help but compare the difference with the previous birthday party in Milan, and analyze the communication differences between the two groups of people in the two countries.

The difference is also noticeable.

At this party, no woman gave Simon any more phone numbers.

Of course, it doesn't mean that no women go west

Meng expressed ambiguity, taking advantage of her husband and children not paying attention, and quietly made small moves towards Simon, but, relatively speaking, they probably held their own status and were not so direct.

This time, there was no carnival until late the night before.

After all, the little ones are not very used to staying up late, so at ten o'clock, the party began to end.

By 11 o'clock, the maids had basically sorted out the traces of the party.

Simon and Emma personally sent the little guy to the small bedroom next to the master bedroom, then came to the next door, took a bath and washed it, it took a long time, and after leaving the bathroom, they all looked very happy, lying on the big bed, probably enough space It was private, and the overhead light was turned off. The woman next to her seemed to be a little bolder. She leaned next to Simon and whispered actively: "Simon, that Georgina, do you want me to help you date her?"

A woman named Georgina Luther, one of the rare single guests tonight, is a columnist for The New York Times, and she herself comes from a well-established old money family in the southern United States.

At the previous party, Simon had a pleasant chat with the other party.

Obviously noticed by Emma.

Simon put his arms around the well-maintained Wen Xiang body of the woman beside him, and said with a smile, "You despise me and want to let me out?"

"Of course not," Emma immediately denied, and said, "I just think Georgina is pretty good."

"I think that Sophia is pretty good."

Emma heard that, under the hazy yellow light, her face was still slightly rosy.

Of course, he also understood what the man was referring to, because at that time, he happened to notice that the woman was almost quietly hooking the man's palm in front of his husband. At that time, Emma was a little scared. If she was discovered on the spot, what would happen?

However, the parties involved were not as worried as she was.

Feeling the reaction of the woman around him, Simon smiled and said, "Were you a little worried at the time?"

Emma nodded: "She... Sophie, I mean, she's married after all."

"It seems that you are still not careful enough."

"Um?"

Simon said: "I dare say that even if her husband found out at the time, he would not have any reaction."

Emma thought for a while, then nodded: "Anyway, it must be embarrassing."

"You still don't understand," Simon said with a smile: "Perhaps, that Sophia's husband is happy to see this happen."

Emma's eyes widened subconsciously when she heard the words: "How... is it possible?"

Then he reacted again.

Indeed, as the man beside me, how could it be impossible?