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

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

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

Only Furong sneered with disdain: "This old woman dares to doubt the strength of Sister Kuila."

What was unexpected was that Kuira directly confessed: "No! In fact, this is what you designed, the 1965 winter series."

This answer caused an uproar in the audience, because it meant that this newcomer's work was plagiarized by the Countess.

But then her next sentence made the discussion louder in the audience.

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

Kuira is a blatant provocation!

What she meant in her words was to explain that her improved work was more outstanding than the countess's design.

The countess is also experienced. Although she wanted to smash Kuira into thousands of 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."

"No! It's mine now."

The confrontation between the two sides suddenly became tense.

"Since the concept and style are so similar, it seems that we have to sit down and have a good chat." The Countess emphasized.

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

Kuira naturally won't give in easily, "No! I refuse."

And as her voice fell, the whistle from the countess' mouth sounded at the same time.

All I could hear was the crisp sound of "pop, pop, pop", and three fat Dalmatians unexpectedly disappeared along with the whistle and surrounded Kuira.

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

What the countess summoned was not an ordinary Dalmatian, but a special canine-type magical animal-the phantom dog of Saxtos.

The three big dogs stared at Kuira with fierce eyes, and made a threatening whimper in their mouths.

"What if I insist?" The countess, who felt that she was winning, took off the silver whistle in her mouth and showed a meaningful smile on her face.

Kuira looked at the three phantom dogs that were staring at him, and shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, okay, you are the master, you have the final say."

She followed the countess to the sofa seat on the edge of the ball, and the phantom dogs were still staring at her along the way.

"Look, aren't these little darlings gorgeous and vicious." The Countess, who sat down, found Kuira still staring at her pet dog, "This is my favorite combination, just like this ball. ."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Kuira again and looked from head to toe for a while.

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

Kuira didn't answer.

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

"I want to be the same as you." She was interrupted by Kuira before she could finish her words. "You are a very powerful and powerful woman, which makes me envious."

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

But she wasn't so fooled. "Ah, then I have to give you some advice. If you want to talk about power, you must first have it. Unfortunately, it seems that you don't have this thing."

The countess's words were filled with deep contempt, "As soon as I saw you, I smelled that thick, stench of poverty from you, and you made me look sick. This old body from decades ago Clothes are hard to find, from which garbage dump did they come from?"

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

"It's because I don't have it that I'm talking about it! That's why I'm here, don't you have that? I'm younger than you, more energetic than you, smarter than you, and I can catch up to you, But are you sure you can keep up?"

A smug smile appeared on Kuira's face, but the smile on the countess's face disappeared, as if frozen by a layer of ice.

"Okay, enough, although I enjoyed chatting with you, I'm afraid I must have someone arrest you now. Violent break-ins, disturbance of order, quarrels and troubles, and of course, malicious harm."

The countess looked at the guard who was supported by her companion not far away, "Trust me, I have enough ability to let you enjoy the power of power in advance, maybe your fashion design path, your dream, because of this. Cut off, go to prison to regret, regret that you came to provoke me."

"Ah! What is this?"

The countess, who was threatening Kuila just now, was startled by a few big fat mice who suddenly appeared beside her~lightnovelpub.net~ She didn't see it, just served a buffet plate beside her The young man who was showing a smug smile left quickly.

"A few big mice." Kuira said gloatingly from the side. Of course, she had a panoramic view of everything that happened just now. The waiter who helped her out was her good friend Jasper. .

And those disgusting, dirty little guys were suddenly exposed in broad daylight, and they were also restless, running around quickly, and one of them just jumped on the countess.

"Ah! Come on, get them away." The Countess screamed hysterically, stood up and slapped randomly.

Kuira stood up, reached out and patted her chest, as if to help the other party drive away the abominable mouse, but her goal was actually the ruby ​​necklace of her own hanging around the other party's neck. .

Unfortunately, Kuila's wishful thinking seemed to fall through.

Just when she was about to touch the necklace, a thick palm grabbed her wrist first and stopped her movement.