Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 292 - 291: Monsieur Dion

The tall French woman led her to the front of a big department store. The brand name was one of the top fashion brands in Paris, Dion Du Lac.

"This is...." Qin Zhuzhu said confusedly, unsure if the French woman got the right person.

The French woman nodded, indicating that there was no mistake and led her into the high class store. Qin Zhuzhu smiled and nodded back. The translator that they brought followed along.

"Oh Goddess Nuwa, this is one of the most expensive brand in France. Shit! XiaoZhu, do you even know who you are going to meet?" Sanya’s eyes almost popped out in sheer excitement.

"No, I don’t. Maybe it’s someone who knows us? Or it’s a mistake? Anyway, that’s no harm in seeing this person," Qin Zhuzhu was optimistic as she followed after a stranger.

"You’re not afraid of getting kidnapped in a foreign country, you’re really a weird crazy person," Sanya shook her head.

"With an equally weird person like you," Qin Zhuzhu retorted.

Shentu Mingye, who had seen luxuries before, was calm and strode in with a haughty expression. He scoffed at Sanya who was like a country bumpkin coming to the city for the first time.

Finally, Qin Zhuzhu was led to one part of the store where customers can rest. The area was decorated with red velvet chairs and wooden furnitures, giving off Renaissance vibes.

In one of the chair was a man sitting elegantly in a luxurious suit. Immediately, Qin Zhuzhu recognized him as the one she saved yesterday.

"Hey, it’s you! Nice to meet you! How are you doing? Are you feeling better?" Qin Zhuzhu asked the man with a relief expression.

"I’m fine. Feeling better, thanks to you," the man replied.

The two looked like old friends who were catching up after a long time.

By the side, Monsieur Dion’s assistants were smiling. This Chinese lady was cute and polite. Secretly, they were enjoying the conversation and watching how their stoic faced boss switched to friendly so fast in front of her.

Qin Zhuzhu didn’t know his identity when she saved him. The man turned out to be Monsieur Dion, the founder of Dion Du Lac.

Sanya was shocked and surprised until she couldn’t move. This man.... This man.... This man was her idol!!!!

Since young, Sanya had one dream and that was to follow in the footsteps of her idol, Monsieur Dion. He was her inspiration and motivation. As much as Sanya loved wrecking things and driving a Harley Davidson at night, she was girl and loved fashion.

Monsieur Dion was the founder of a brand new range of clothing that allows women to wear what they want, dress in any way they liked and not be judged by people, especially their male partners who think that women should dress in a certain. He once gave a speech about his original idea and purpose when he created this range. That speech was what fueled Sanya and her love for fashion design.

Seeing her idol in person, Sanya was so excited and nervous.

"What’s gotten into you?" Shentu Mingye elbowed her but she didn’t response or argue back.

"Is he that so handsome?" He scoffed sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

"You don’t understand. He’s my idol!!!"

"I think you have a fever," he snorted. In his chest, Shentu Mingye felt a bitter and sour feeling. Weird, why was he suddenly feeling this way?

Monsieur Dion didn’t know how to express himself further in Chinese so he spoke in French. The translator translated every word he said.

When he finished, Qin Zhuzhu widened her eyes.

So the competition was cancelled because Monsieur Dion didn’t make it in time? Because of that incident, Qin Zhuzhu didn’t get to attend it but she happened to save him. Now, Monsieur Dion was offering her a fair chance; to compete against him. It seemed like a blessing in disguise.

But Qin Zhuzhu was nervous as well. She was going to compete against a professional in the industry! One who had many years of experience and had won many international awards. Monsieur Dion was also a top fashion designer in France with an established company that was listed in the stock market.

She, a rookie in the industry was going to compete against him. It sounded thrilling but scary.

"Don’t be nervous. Show me your best ability," Monsieur Dion encouraged her with a smile.

Qin Zhuzhu nodded, still frightened by the thought of competing against a top fashion designer. Not to mention, that there will be many people watching them! She wondered if she would accidentally prick her fingers.

After talking for three hours with Monsieur Dion, Qin Zhuzhu went back to her hotel room, feeling tired and exhausted.

Back in Dion Du Lac department store.

"Monsieur Dion, why did you want to compete against her? She’s a nobody, not even worth to stand before you," a snobbish fashion designer spoke in French.

Two men were seated and drinking wine. Two female assistants stood behind them.

"You don’t get it. I see talents and skills in a person only. This girl, I can tell, has the abilities for designing," Monsieur Dion replied to his friend.

"She looks plain to me!" The friend said with disdain.

"Don’t look down on her so fast. Who knows, one day she might become our competitor," Monsieur Dion swirled the wine in his glass.

"Why are you so happy about getting a new competitor? I don’t understand you, Dion. Or is she that cute that you lost your mind?" The other man snorted.

"Maybe one day you’ll understand," Monsieur Dion shook his head and sipped his glass.

Meanwhile, in Shengjing, the skies were dark and the weather was starting to turn chilly. The autumn breeze blew orange leaves, fluttering around a pair of dark leather shoes. The long overcoat of a man walked in the direction against the wind, a silver mask glinting under the moonlight. freewebnøvel.coɱ

From afar, a woman sat in a convertible and held a binoculars to her eyes. Her lips curved into a smile.

"So, you’re alive?"