Life at the Top

“Anna.”

A woman’s voice came from behind Anna.

Anna turned around and looked at the beautiful woman who approached her. She was about to say hello when she saw a tall, blonde, handsome man next to the woman.

Anna frowned and said flatly, “Katrin, can I help you?”

Katrin walked up to Anna, suppressed her excitement, and said, “Congratulations o n winning the gold medal in this fashion design competition. I heard that you have already received the invitation to Paris Fashion Week, I really envy you. You’re the only one who got it among so many of us.

Anna chuckled. “It’s not like there is no other way to go to Paris Fashion Week. Knowing you Katrin, you must have a way in.”

Katrin shook her head and said, “That’s

different. You are invited as a new

designer, and you have the opportunity to exhibit a set of clothes you designed. Even if I go there through other means, I can only be a spectator.

“Let’s stop talking about me, Anna, this is my brother Jeremiah. Do you remember him? He always wanted to have a good chat with you,” Katrin suddenly said excitedly.

helpless and said, “Katrin, I really don’t want to become familiar with any other friends of the opposite sex. Do you know what I

I think you should give me

chance.”

suddenly spoke and said, “We are just making friends. Even an ancient and conservative country will allow

you can be more polite when you speak. I will not tolerate you

of Jeremiah’s

and he said,

want to hold a birthday party for you.

afraid that Anna would refuse, he said hurriedly, “I know, your family is in Somerland,

all your friends and mentors from your fashion design course. Everyone is very happy

“Mr. Jeremiah, understand what you think, but first of all, I really don’t have any interest in you. Secondly, I

a powerful family while I am the future heir of the largest clothing production company in the United States.

who knows such advanced terms? What a

was heard without

people present to

up. Anna saw Jasper

look of disbelief

instantly. “Who are you? Why