The beautiful face looks like it's going to lose color. She's afraid, but Nongnapat still looks at the world in a positive way.
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"It's probably not that bad, Manager."
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"I don't dare to think like that... Why? Because the Gaston family is an old family with a history of trading and investing with capital groups throughout Paris since the dynasty. Their businesses are both above ground and underground, both legal and illegal. On the surface, they may look like good people with high tastes and social standing, but behind the scenes, it's the complete opposite. Whenever they can't agree on benefits, they will end it with bloodshed every time. I've seen it with my own eyes. Because I love you guys, I'm warning you!"
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"It has nothing to do with us anyway... We just came to receive an award, not to do anything with them."
Anda said.
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"That's right, but the point I want to make is that that person is not as good as you think. Emmanuel Gaston is a cruel person, daring to take risks. If he gets angry at someone or decides to do something, he can do it even if it means killing a living person! Hearing this, won't you be scared at all?!"
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"Then what should we do? I'm starting to feel scared."
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"Just don't mention being Thai! Say that you're Indian, Bangladeshi, or whatever. Don't mention the food, traditions, and everything about your background. Forget about it all. Just focus on work for a week from now. It shouldn't be a problem."
Didier explained, locking eyes with Nongnapat who was sitting next to him, and started to notice the clear tears on the edges of her eyes.
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"I understand, Manager. Gaston probably still can't accept this. It's not strange that someone he loves dies, but it will be a problem for him forever... I think I know why my collection won the prize."
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The sad eyes glanced out the car window and saw a tall, luxurious hotel standing out in front of him. It was a large, dark building standing alone. Looks strong like a mountain but also has a lonely feeling that no one knows.
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"He doesn't want to meet a winner like me… He's just lonely and misses you, Limone, that's all…"
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After that, Nongnapat and Anda were warmly welcomed by the hotel. Before asking to leave, Didier gave the two girls information that this hotel is another business under the care of Gaston Group. There are nightclubs, bars, casinos, and department stores in the network. The exhibition and award ceremony will be held here in the event hall zone.
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"Don't forget what I told you. Take care of yourself. In the meantime, I'll help keep an eye out. I heard that the exhibition zone of the mall is also rushing to prepare the place. I have to go and take a look in case the boss goes crazy."
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"So tired… Clearly a mafia, your boss!"
Although he was still a little irritated, from the sound of his voice, he could tell that Anda was worried.
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"Well… not exactly, but close. I think it might be as brutal as the Yakuza."
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"Goodbye, Nongnapat… If you need anything, call me, Anda… See you^^"
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The girl friend stood gloomily waving goodbye to her lover, while Nongnapat was thinking hard. The young designer no longer had a smile on her face. She walked back into the room, thinking only about him, praying that what she heard was not true.
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"A smart, neat and superior man like him would be a cruel mafia. I don't see any evil side hidden in his eyes, manager…"
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Two days later, the day our young designer had been waiting for finally arrived. At the hotel's shopping mall area, an area of over 3,000 square meters was transformed into a semi-fashion exhibition with a theme called "memory in limone." The entire area was designed to be a natural garden, with waterfalls and various flowers all around. Everything was created according to Gaston's direct orders. He instructed the organizer team to create these things from his memories.
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How Limone used to live, where is her house, what does she like to do, even her office was replicated here. On top of that, collections from other contestants from all over the world were decorated in various spots around the area. The noise from the more than 500 people was deafening. They were all celebrities in the fashion industry who had worked with Limone before. So it was not strange that there were more people wiping tears than smiling at the event.
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"Here, wipe away your tears! Didn't you say you've come to terms with it? People who die won't come back to life. I really hate artists like you. Why are you so emotional?"
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Anda, in an off-shoulder dress with a high-slit skirt, handed a handkerchief to her friend and looked for a waiter hoping to get a drink to quench her thirst.
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"Thank you… I miss you, you know. The event was very well organized. It was better than the new collection launch event in Thailand. Look at this! You see, it's all real! Then listen to it. Do you hear the music..?"
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"Umm... why? It's just a common instrumental."
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"You could say that, but for designers like us, it's the national anthem. This song is called Hymne à l'amour. It's the song that Limone plays every time she works."
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"Having listened to the song and walked around looking at the clothes in the homeland of the idol, it's like going back in time to when she was still alive. I'm sure the guests who were invited to the event felt the same way."
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Nongnapat described her feelings while walking around looking at the collections of the other contestants, but was interrupted by Anda's throat-clearing.
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"Ahem...."
"Pat, I think you forgot something. How can the people at the event not feel touched when the organizer is the man we have to be the most careful about? I'm really worried about Didier. Who had to work with someone like him... There, he walked up on stage with him!"
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".....!?"
"Gaston!"
Nongnapat exclaimed softly.
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"Oh! Your handsome godfather! Let's go inside. You'll inevitably have to go up there to receive your award. After receiving it, come down. Don't dawdle. And remember, you can't let out a word in Thai!"
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"Ah. Um... I know. I'll be careful."
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The young designer promised, even though she didn't want that at all. She wanted to be close to him as long as she could. She wanted to stare at him closely, see that he was just an ordinary person, not an evil mafia like she had heard.