What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

Andrea Caputo was a girl who worked as a chef at Serra Restaurant, her parents died and left her and her little sister sick sister alone, one day coincidence brings her and Luca Serra the leader of one of the biggest Italian Mafia together, but also the coincidence has once brought her with the FBI agent Owen Jones when she's put between her little sister and prison what is she going to do?

Luca Serra, one of the most feared Mafia Capos, everyone who dared to say no to him ended up dead, but one day he puts his sight on the best chef at his restaurant, Andrea Caputo when he knew about her sister, he took advantage of her, but what will happen when he finds out that she has been arrested.

Owen Jones, one of the best FBI agents, he was an orphan until one day, a loving family who couldn't have kids, adopted him, but they were killed when he was 18 years old and he knew who was responsible for that so he decided to go after them and became an FBI agent, but what will happen when life gets him and Andrea Caputo together.

Seeing her assistant having a loss for words, Sarah started to speak politely.

"Your inability to react, means that I chose my outfit for tonight perfectly. I hope that the press who gets wind of our event, also share your reaction." 

"Michelle, I am counting on you to use all of those designer outfits in the guest room to also show your true beauty. It would truly be a shame if my assistant was not peerless as well!" chuckling, Sarah led Michelle to the guest room. 

Michelle had more of an average look and would never concentrate to bring out her true inner beauty for the world to see. She was the type who just wanted to be recognized by her work, and not her looks. However, this was not good enough for an event like tonight! 

"Now Michelle, earlier in my college days, I took a course on hair as well as design. I felt like it would come in handy to understand some advanced tricks and techniques when it came to the business world. Now, sit down over here and allow me to work on your hair and makeup. You trust me, don't you?" Sarah asked Michelle in a calm manner. 

"Of course I do Miss Lee." unable to refuse her boss, Michelle respectfully sat down on the chair and closed her eyes. Michelle understood that Sarah would not mess her appearance up because it would impact her reputation in a very negative way. To Sarah, reputation was almost everything! 

"Now we are going to try.." after choosing the products and tools she needed to work on Michelle, Sarah told Michelle to take a deep breath before she started. The more relaxed Michelle was, the easier this would be. 

One hour later, Sarah finally finished and told Michelle to keep her eyes closed. Pulling into a room with no mirrors, Sarah chose the perfect outfit for her assistant and told her to open her eyes. After handing her the clothes, Sarah told Michelle to put them on and to come out once she was done. 

Holding the expensive clothing in her hands, Michelle was extremely thankful to Sarah. It would take several months of saving funds for her to be able to purchase a set like this. 

"No need to thank me, when this designer started out, he actually allowed me to wear this once for free at one of my first events. Since I wore it and the paparazzi picked up on his name as I told my VIP guests, he was able to build his business to what it is today. Due to building his business for him overnight, he is now in my debt and he would love to see someone with me at an event like this wearing his brand as well."

After several minutes, Michelle finally walked out of the room and Sarah was extremely happy. Allowing Michelle to finally look in the mirror, she almost jumped back several feet from the shock. 

Unlike Sarah who wore Rubies and red like attire, Michelle was almost the opposite. Michelle wore Sapphires and blue like attire. Both looking in the mirror next to each other, these two women looked like two princesses who were going to a special occasion together!

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Through hard work, Sarah became a shining star when she grew up and eventually became the CEO of a massive corporation!

However, little did she know, when she was born, her parents accepted a marriage proposal. 

Just finding this out from her parents, how will Sarah cope?

Having cornered his fans with his witty remarks, Mo Yifan once again entered the trending charts. A few people did call him out on his rude behavior but most of the people said that he could not have done it. And his words might have been lost in translation. And so, a few people started throwing shade at the translator.
People who were from his home country took his words as joke. All in all, his interview ended up becoming a huge hit with everyone, even though he was mocking his own fans.
Later in the day, Miyu took everyone out for shopping.
"Come on Chen Waan, try this out," Miyu took her to an expensive clothing store after this pink floral frock caught her eyes. She asked the salesgirl to take it out. All the employees of the store were mesmerized by how tip-top everyone in the group looked.
Of course, Mo Yifan and Wang Zibo had covered their faces with masks and sunglasses. They looked more like bodyguards of Miyu than some celebrities trying to hide their identity.
Anyway, the employees were used to having rich heirs coming to their store. So, they worked as usual, showing the two girls their collection. This was just another personal boutique of a small-time designer.
"I love the designs of this shop. Can I meet the designer?" Miyu gave her card to the person who looked like the manager of the store. The lady took the card and studied the glazing piece of paper carefully. When she realized who she was dealing with, she beamed and replied, "You are talking to the designer. Welcome to my humble shop mam."
"You don't need to be this formal. You look like in early twenties to me. How are you even able to afford such a fancy place in this high-end mall?" Miyu asked curiously.
The girl smiled politely. Was she being interviewed right now? Was this an opportunity to strike a deal with one of the directors of WhirlWind Entertainment?
"Fortunately, I am able to sell decent amount of clothes from this small shop," she replied humbly, looking over her shop with affectionate smile. From her demeanor itself, one could tell how much she treated her work like her own child.
"Hmm… what do you think of signing an exclusive contract with our company?" Miyu asked resolutely. She had found another talent just like that. How lucky was Chen Waan for them?
"E-exclusive contract?!" the boutique designer was pleasantly shocked. The store employees also gasped in surprise. If their employer did indeed sign some form of agreement with such a big agency, then everyone would be set for life!
The girl gave it some thought, then said, "I might have to see your terms first. I cannot agree right now." What she meant was, they needed to show their hand first. It was unfair for them to assume that she would get excited and take an emotional decision for them. That was how big corporations always screwed small firms.
Chen Waan nodded. Although she was younger, she agreed with this boutique owner's approach. It was always good to be extra careful, especially in these matters. An exclusive contract would mean her signing herself away to WhirlWind. Her designing talent was far more superior than supplying her dresses to just one person.
"Good, good. I shall be in touch with you," Miyu took a business card from the counter. Even her business card was uniquely designed. Black background and her name and brand embossed in golden with pretty design at the corners.
Chen Waan also picked up one. She would also want to learn from this girl in the future, if possible.
"Oh? Did you find her interesting too?" Miyu whispered in Chen Waan's ear. Chen Waan glanced at the girl at the counter once again with admiring eyes and nodded.
Miyu dragged her with her arms to the dressing room, "We will try the dresses we picked up now."
Now, there were two dressing rooms in total in the shop, completely private from each other. Since rich people did visit this shop, this was done to maintain everyone's privacy. Not just the décor of the shop but even the dressing rooms screamed the amazing aesthetics of the designer of the store.
There were huge sofas with intricate design on the backrest and mirrors behind on the wall. In front, there were four changing rooms to accommodate for larger parties. There was quite some thought put into designing this space.
"Ah, but…" Chen Waan wanted to protest badly. While she appreciated the designs, they were too expensive for her to buy from her own pocket. She would never be able to afford those by herself, not just yet anyway.
Miyu shoved the pink frock in her hands and then directed her to one of the dressing spaces. Mo Yifan and Wang Zibo also sat down on the sofas.
"I will show you the power of transformation," Miyu said proudly, a smirk adorning her face. They had not removed the make-up from the interview just now. Chen Waan had worn a simple grey colored formal dress for the event. There was minimal jewelry and her bob hair was left as it is. This was done to make sure she did not overshadow the star of the event, Mo Yifan.
The two who appeared for the interview, had changed attires to casual wear to not attract much attention. But of course, both Wang Zibo and Mo Yifan were such tall guys that they stood out everywhere they went.
"Uhh… Ms. Miyu, this dress is too short and revealing," Chen Waan complained from inside the room.
"Let me see," Miyu stood up and opened the curtains without any reservations, startling Chen Waan. The poor girl squealed in surprise. She was trying to adjust the dress but Miyu was taking too many liberties right now, which was almost to the point of making Chen Waan irritated.
She looked over the director's shoulders to find the two men staring at her. Since the dressing room was a private space, they had removed their disguises. She tried covering her legs with her hands but then her non existent cleavage got revealed. She was struggling for she was not used to such clothes. Her jeans and t-shirt were her best friends since her childhood. Too airy and too awkward.
"Listen here, stand straight. You are good," Miyu took Chen Waan's hands in her own and made her straight. On the other hand, Chen Waan wanted to just hide herself in a hole or something. Why was she not trained in fashion like this? Her whole face had turned pink out of embarrassment, matching the color of her dress.
"This will be a problem," Miyu commented, still holding Chen Waan's hands in place.

Mo Yifan rules the hearts of billions as one of the most celebrated Chinese idols. He has freedom, he has money and he has power.
But his life changes when he meets a down to earth orphan student, Chen Waan, in a foreign country on Christmas Eve, who is hired by his agency to become his... what? Translator and Idol Girlfriend?
Has his boss gone mad? He wants to debut her as his official girlfriend? What will happen to his popularity if he breaks the hearts of all the females in his fanbase?
Does this look funny to you? My career is on line here, and you are laughing?

Join the two bantering people, who are supposed to be in a relationship but can't see eye to eye. Will they end up falling in love or will they remain enemies? What is the motive of the the boss behind asking something unthinkable in the idol world?

-----------------------

"Why are you really here? You definitely have an agenda," Mo Yifan asked the girl coldly as she trotted into his house with her suitcase.
"How would I know? Go ask your boss," Chen Waan shrugged her shoulders and infiltrated her way towards the empty room.
"You...," unable to refute, Mo Yifan could only gnash his teeth. He had thought she was a kind girl, but it looked like she was here for revenge, for he had abandoned her in that foreign country to fend for herself.
The girl smiled curtly, she loved that miserable expression of this guy. "Serves you right," she muttered under her breath.

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Leon rubbed his stinging cheek and realized the surface that hit his cheek wasn't too rough or wide but cold. It reminded him of her slender legs wearing lace strapped designer pointed heels.
'She hit me with her sandals?' The thought of it enraged him.
His breathing twitched, eyes turned red in anger. He looked like a wounded demon that was in need of blood to heal.
'Did I fall into her trap?'
Squinting his eyes, he looked around the darkness, 'What is in here?'
He tried to put his brain on the activities that happened a few minutes back.
'Was she alone in the party hall?'
'Was President Dawson panicked due to her?'
'Why didn't my men notify me about her in the hall?'
'Why wasn't she terrified after falling down?'
'Why didn't she cry?'
'How could she be so calm?'
Now he was careful to even touch the 'rack' without knowing what could be there.  
'Are there men to beat me?' He thought. He held his breath and tried to focus if he could catch the breathing sound but he couldn't. It was like only he was the man alive in the darkroom.
'She couldn't be alone to avenge me, is she?' He desperately looked around the darkness but failed to find the hint of light or any clue.
Aarvi who heard her team say Leon was spinning around let out a chuckle as though she was watching a comedy, "Leon Harmon, remember, I was looking around in the warehouse... just like you." She reminded the past too.
Leon stilled and grounded his teeth. Yes, she was right, she had desperately looked around in the darkness without knowing what to do and he is doing the same.
She was frightened that day hearing seven men laugh at her and now she was laughing at him.
Time sure changes a lot of things.
Leon tried to be cool, he had heard her voice from the left so he was about to move but her voice closed to his left ear that surged his heartbeats due to hard speculation of her movements.
"Welcome to my showdown." She repeated Leon's exact words with smugness but it wasn't her final confrontation, it was just the beginning.
Leon assumed she was next to him and rushed to hold her.
'Bump'
Crashing against the 'rack' he stumbled back with a stinging forehead and strained neck.  
Leon instantly regretted keeping his guard down. If he hadn't, his men would have definitely noticed the unusualness of his disappearance.
He hated his new thought but he knew escaping was the best choice. Even if he might look like a coward, sometimes taking a step back is the best choice to attack next.
But he looked around at the realization he had twirled many times and lost the sense of direction and didn't know where the door of the room.  
He felt like a trapped mouse in a cage. "Ahhhh…." He let out a yell in fury erupted due to helplessness.
Hadn't he laughed at Ava Kelly for being a bird without wings? He was in no better situation.
Nonetheless, there was still hope for him. Breathing heavily, he pulled his mobile out to call Dylan Harmon. He was sure Dylan was enough, he is like a mini-army who is smart and tactful.  
'Yes, he will save me.' Leon thought.
How absurd of him to remember Dylan only when he wanted to keep his ass safe?
Leon pressed his forefinger on the fingerprint scanner to unlock his mobile but his mobile wasn't unlocking.  
Her team member burst into laughter, [I specialize in hacking bro, you should have kept your internet off.]  
In other words, Leon's mobile won't accept Leon's fingerprint or the passcode so he can't call anybody. Call? He can't use his phone at all.
They initially wanted to use a network jammer that blocks any outgoing or incoming call but that would also cut their communication with Aarvi which wasn't safe so they hacked Leon's mobile.
Leon was so riled up at his unresponding mobile that his hands were trembling terribly.  
Aarvi's team wanted to piss him off more for ogling at their boss so they played a small video on his mobile screen.  
Leon's eyes widened when his mobile went dark. He was thinking it was switching off but the screen turned grey and slowly the black image of the middle finger appeared and slowly zoomed in.
"F*CK YOU AVA KELLY" He stressed each word loud and clear in an extreme hatred.
'Crash' Followed by his words, he broke his mobile by smashing it on the ground with all his might.
His anger is his greatest weakness. If he had kept his mobile, he could have at least answered the incoming call.  
Aarvi innocently blinked without understanding why he cussed at her out of blue. 'Anger management is really important.' She thought by blaming it on Leon's anger while her team celebrated silently.
[Boss, ready?]  
Aarvi hummed as she elegantly stood like an ethereal beauty. She held her unwavering confidence with a hint of mockery.  
Aarvi looked down so that she don't squint her eyes when the lights turned on.  
'The end is near.' She thought and the lights turned on brightening the whole storage room instantly.
Leon who had just roared in the dark felt his eyes suddenly go blind so he covered his eyes with his forearm without knowing what was going on.
Aarvi took just two seconds to adjust and raised her eyes to see Leon covering his eyes.
[Boss, it seems like you used quite a strength.] The girl burst into laughter looking at Leon's bright red cheek which had the imprint of Aarvi's front sole shape of the heel. His forehead had slightly swollen too.
Leon realized it wasn't a flashing light to hurt his eyes but the lights were on. His lips arced slyly to fight if men were there, then keep her captive so he barked as he removed his hand with his head held high and voice caring the dominance, "You think I am…"
The rest of the words went down his stomach, his eyes bulged, brows furrowed, his jaws hung down, hands froze and his body froze.
Those weren't the racks but huge mirrors.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror in bewilderment. This wasn't what he expected, he was expecting a few men to surround him and beat him to death just like Ava Kelly died… almost died.
He looked right, he turned to left. He wasn't sure what to feel when his mind was muddling. Left or right, front or back, other than looking at his own reflection, there were none.
He was standing in the hall of mirrors. It was a maze or series of passageways lined with many mirrors in different angles. There were many of his reflections on the mirrors but he couldn't guess if there was a mirror or if the mirror itself is a reflection on a mirror.
It was a totally disorienting situation and Leon truly failed to distinguish between truth and illusion.  
If he wanted to take a step, he didn't even know if there was a real passage or it was a reflection of passage.
He was always proud of his looks and physique but now he couldn't even bring himself to look at his reflections that increased his hatred for Ava Kelly.
He wished for the darkness feeling dizzy in the light looking at the distorting reflections.


'Each betrayal begins with trust' 
~~~
‘Endure a while’ was what her grandfather said.

She endured the curses.
She endured the pain.
She endured the unfairness.
She endured the behest.
She endured the down heart.
She endured many things but what did she get in return? 

Betrayal from her own people.

‘This cruel world is not for innocents.’ She had to learn it forcefully laying on the deathbed wishing to leave the world forever.

But fate plays cruelly.

Now she is back to the same world to stand strong and smile at the evil.

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Excerpt:

Aarvi Evans typed a message shamelessly on her mobile, [I need a kiss.] Her lips tugged to a rare mischievous curve clicking on the send button.

It wasn’t even fifteen minutes, her mobile went off. She walked out of the private room of the restaurant and answered the call, “Hel…”

She was suddenly yanked to the opposite private room. Before she could absorb the situation, the door was shut, she was pinned to the wall and a pair of thin soft lips pressed on her forehead calming her nerves.

‘How naive!’ She hadn’t thought he would actually ignore his client just to give her a kiss.

A kiss!

Aaron Rivas would have called her naive if he could hear her thoughts. The next second, Aarvi’s petite face was showered with gentle pecks without leaving an inch unattended.

Aaron paused and said, “Cupcake! you hadn’t mentioned where you needed the kiss.”

He didn't let her react and locked her lips.

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In the clear air that did not rise even in the morning sun, we were looking up at the seven-story "Adventurer's Association and Magic Research Institute" on the first street of Grafner Street. An oversized cloth poster is displayed there. We were standing in the middle of the street, which we can see well, because the size is so large that we cannot see the whole picture from directly below.



The poster had Amy's smile like a flower in full bloom, dressed in clothes made in collaboration with everyone.



The catch phrase is

"Fashionable power rather than defensive power"

"Can you protect me?"



At the bottom right of the poster,

"The first fashion magazine" Eimi "in the Kingdom of Grafner is launched! !! 』\

Limited to 500 copies released at Ohana Bookstore on XX days! 』\

"Misa, the owner of the gimmick" Mirrors ", with an exclusive interview! 』\



It was just the best workmanship, a masterpiece of the whole body. I wouldn't have been able to reach this point even if no one was missing.



"tomorrow..."



Muttered with no feeling.

Other members also muttered affirmative words and nodded while looking up at the poster.

Yes, tomorrow is the release date of the magazine. The sales of the day are destined. It's the starting line for new fashion trends.



Because there was a ball from night, I forced everyone to meet in the early morning when everyone gathered. We all wanted to see this Amy poster. Looking sideways, everyone was uniformly tired, but with a sense of accomplishment, their facial expressions were as bright as possible.



I look at each face one by one.



Mirrors shopkeeper Mass. She dressed herself in a new design and rushed to the people.



Designer Joe. A new designer who has realized my unreasonable design.



Speed ​​Wild aka Black Brian. From a sense of responsibility, I leave it to the deputy editor, and keep chanting the advanced magic of fire "copy copy" day and night while interacting with the bookstore with my intention.



Sugi Wild is too much. Forty years old. She keeps chanting "copy copy" without rest, and runs out of magic 15 times.



An erotic photographer known as Tenmei Kanyon. In addition to Amy's exclusive photographer, he listened to all the difficult problems and took a picture of the monster, which would be the first in the Kingdom of Greifner, for the final page.



Rabbit's old man, Usax. 39 years old. With high-spec paperwork, we calculated everything from meals to salaries for everyone without making a mistake, and managed the schedule for everyone.



Boyne-chan, also known as Pine Otzin. Former weapon shop part-time daughter. She is seventeen years old. Her offensive power comment was interesting, so she forcibly solicited. She thought of a catch phrase for "Can you protect me?" She is now captivated by the magazine and fashion herself.



Frank, also known as Frankie Grantino. Ariana's seven brothers, the second younger brother from the top. Eleven years old. When I glanced at the study notebook, the text was interesting, so I adopted it somehow. Accurate coverage and uncertainties match the personality of exploring, demonstrating reporter ability.



There are also three "copy copy" wizards who were temporarily hired. Maruo, soba shop, lady Ocho.



Behind me is Claris, an exclusive maid who supported me in everything. The hard wrinkles on her face seem to have eased today.



And the magazine exclusive model, Amy. She can't seem to hide her embarrassment in her big and her own photo. She is always cute.



"Mass, Joe. Thank you so much."

"What are you talking about, young lady!"

"That's right, Ellie! We are grateful to our siblings!"



The two said happily.



"Printing team! It was really hard ... I know that poster failed many times."

"Hey, that's not a big deal!"

"Ely, who do you think we are, the Wild family?"



It was too black Brian, and the three "copy copy" wizards were impressed.



"Photographer Tenmei! You are the best!"

"It's all thanks to the beauty of the subject ... the fairies Miss Amy and Miss Ellie."



Tenmei never let go of the camera from that day.

He is always on his back.



"Thank you for all the chores, Usax!"

"It's an honor! What were those boring days ... I'm happy to meet Miss Ellie!"



I was short of sleep yesterday because I was teaching me and Elizabeth until midnight, but my ears are straight toward the heavens.



"Boin-chan, thank you!"

"Only I'm light! But I love Elie! And why not change that nickname?"



Boyne wearing a new dress by shaking the estimated H cup flashy makes Boyne Boyne Boyne.



"Frank! Let me touch your ears later!"

"I don't mind ..."



Frank, who has eyes similar to Ariana, was more cute than the girls there. If the childishness disappears, it will become a handsome guy. I am looking forward to growth as well as reporter ability.



"Claris ..."

"Lady..."



It's really nice to understand each other by looking at them.



"Amy unnie ... Thank you very much. She is the best sister in the world."

"I had a lot of fun too! I can wear various clothes, Misa-san gives me all for free, and I have to thank you."



Amy's smile is still shining today. She wouldn't have thought of this magazine without her. Other members seemed to think that Amy was special.



"So everyone, tomorrow is the" Eimi "release festival! We'll meet at Ohana Bookstore! Good!"



"Yes!" "Oh!" "OK!" "Oh!" "Finally!" "OK!" "No!" "Okay ..." "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" " "Lady" "Elie is cool!"



After replying freely, each raised her right hand and raised her thumb as if to believe in success and not doubt.



After all, the team must be like this!




○ ○




Looking in the mirror, I sighed deeply.



The time is the evening after school. Where did the morning tension go?



The magazine turmoil caused sleep deprivation, and two acne had increased. There are two!

I'm a maiden and fat who can't hide the shock.

Let's return to a humble life from tomorrow.



Hmm, acne doesn't disappear.

If you can return to a man, send an ale to acne girls.



There is no magic to erase acne. Wouldn't your skin become slippery if you hit the super-class of white magic? I won't do it. Rumor has it that only the Pope of the Cellar Shinkoku can use the super-class of white magic, and he won't use it for acne.



"Lady, if you sigh so much, your cute face will be ruined."

"It's ugly and I'm in trouble because I have more acne."



Misa shook Bob Cut and smiled at my soft sound that I didn't hear much.

Misa uses her spare time to make hair and makeup for the ball.



"And your hair is dry, isn't it?"

"The roots are solid, so it will be glossy immediately."

"Really? Hey, what do you always use to wash the mass?"

"Well, I am ..."



Well, like this, I'm completely used to girls talk.

While doing so, the hair and makeup was over. Navy blue roses are attached to her up hair, and it is nicely pinned to keep her hairstyle. It goes well with a custom-made black chic dress for going away. As expected, Mass. She also put on a little make-up, and the two points went up to about five points. Of course, the score is a thousand points. Ufu!



"Lady, Ariana Grande is here."

"Please let me through"



Ariana came over from time to time, so she wrapped her up and had Misa make her hair and put on a navy blue cleric dress with a white collar that could hide her ankle. This was also a custom order for me, and I was thinking of giving it to Ariana someday.

Ariana's too thin lines are well hidden, and the fox's tail that comes out of the hole in her ass is so cute. Mass was excited and repeatedly screamed, "Well! Well!".



"Elie ... looks good?"

"Yes, very much"



When I said that and stroked her head, she shook her tail with a breeze.



Elizabeth and Amy also started preparing for the ball, perhaps because they had returned from work and school. We are preparing while saying that we should be able to work with Misa. When women get together, they really get well--!



Hmm, I was also a woman! It was a fat and kind lady ...!

The self-proclaimed ikemen elite Kobashigawa set out to Roppongi on a beautiful Friday and drank until he became drunk. He got a woman he hit on and triumphantly called a taxi to ride, but he ran wildly and was met with a traffic accident. When he woke up, he had slept in a British styled hospital room that he had never seen before. Then, he screamed when looked at the mirror. What was reflected in the mirror was not the beautiful muscle that was forged at the gym, but a girl named Ellie who was extremely ugly, fat and face full of acne. While Kobashigawa suffered from being fat and ugly, he learned about the tough circumstances of Ellie who had lost something important and decided to freely used his experiences–dieting, fashion, business activities, adventure–to live as he desired.
A perfectionist ikemen who reincarnated as a fat ugly girl makes a great effort to become a beautiful person, open up a huge margin in terms of school grades, and rise up in the world with the business powers that he exhibited. A Cinderella success story.


P.S. It is google translated.
If I have some spare time ill try editing it a little.
I don't own this, the purpose of this is only for fun.

Mo ShaoQing came back from the Berenger studio and collapsed on the sofa.
    Reza just finished the phone call in China, and when she returned to the house, she just saw Mo ShaoQing resting, and happily ran over to sit down: "How is it, did Mr. Yun say anything? Does he particularly admire you?"
    "En, that's it!" Mo ShaoQing replied feebly.
    "That's what it means! Get up and make it clear."
    Mo ShaoQing replied indiscriminately: "Just to ask about my family situation..."
    Speaking of family, he suddenly thought of RuiRui, the soft little guy, and he didn't know what he was doing now? It is said that the mother is worried about the child traveling thousands of miles, but when he arrives, the father is worried about the child traveling thousands of miles!
    "Family situation? Hey, be more serious." Reza pulled Mo ShaoQing up from the sofa.
    "You are the first artist I have stepped onto the international stage. Thanks to you, this is the first time I have seen such a big-name designer, so I am really special..."
    "Okay, okay, I'll tell you!" Mo ShaoQing raised his hand and surrendered, "Mr. Yun just told me about some things about running the runway, and new design inspiration..."
    Reza's eyes flashed: "Really? Then did he say he wants you to be his professional model in the future?"
    of course not! Mo ShaoQing said in his heart that he was true. He didn't tell me anything. You still don't believe it.
    "Uh...that's not true, don't forget, I still have a scar on my stomach, it's not really suitable for modeling!"
    "Oh!" Resha patted her head, "Look at me, I think you are crazy about becoming an international superstar, but I forgot about your stomach... I just think about your future, and think about your height. , The figure is good, but I forgot this!"
    "It's okay, I know you for my good." Mo ShaoQing smiled carelessly.
    "It's good if you understand. After all, you don't have many works now, and the awards are nothing. If you can receive invitations from major luxury brands to catwalk, you can go further in the country! You can even step into the front line!"
    Finally, please leave Rui Rui who was talking about it. Mo ShaoQing turned on the computer and planned to have a video with Rui Rui and Ling SenHao in China.
    But found an anonymous message in the phone.
    Open your mailbox.
    mailbox? What the hell? Mo ShaoQing immediately checked the phone number and found that it was a local phone number in Country F, but the message was sent in Huaxia.
    But Mo ShaoQing still opened all the mailboxes uncontrollably, and finally found an anonymous email in a rarely used mailbox.
    This is a very long text email. After reading it, Mo ShaoQing was completely panicked. He first copied all the words on it verbatim, and then followed the words at the end to make the email permanent. deleted.
    He thought he already knew who the sender was.
    *****
    Because of this email, Mo ShaoQing didn't sleep well last night, and came to the dressing room with a pair of giant panda eyes.
    "Ouch~ ShaoQingbaby, why do you make yourself like this?" Makeup artist Amy exaggerated, his eyes widened under the exaggerated eyeline.
    "I'm fine, it's not because of jet lag!"
    "I didn't sleep well, isn't the hotel not working?" Yunqing has been waiting for Mo ShaoQing for a while. He also didn't sleep well last night, and came to the dressing room early this morning.
    "No, Mr. Yun, when do we start?"
    Yun Qing frowned. He didn't like the appearance of his son not taking his body seriously, but he changed his mouth to: "Your state..."
    "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine. After finishing the makeup, I will go to the runway with you." Although Mo ShaoQing can't wait to fly across the country at the moment, he also values ​​this job opportunity.
    A few days ago, the much-anticipated Spring and Summer P City International Fashion Week opened.
    Next, there will be one show after another in P City, and countless fashion lovers, big-name celebrities, and media reporters will gather in this international metropolis from all over the world.
    Then show their skills in front of the camera to lay the foundation for the clothing sponsorship for the next year.
    Unlike celebrity buyers who wandered around the major shows and watched the show, Mo ShaoQing took on a difficult task.
    *****
    After Mo Shao Qing put on makeup, she followed Yun Qing to the booth set up by Bérangère.
    At this time, there were already many male models in the backstage making up and preparing to play. Seeing Yun Qing's arrival, they all greeted him respectfully.
    Mo ShaoQing first realized Yun Qing, a Chinese in this fashion circle.
    As soon as the two left, the male models who had just been working independently immediately unified the front and came together.
    A male model asked enthusiastically: "Who is this man?"
    "Are you new here? You don't look very good!"
    "Oh, just a yellow pig, Chinese!" a male model sneered.
    "Julian, do you know who he is?"
    "A little star who didn't know where it came from!" The man named Julian adjusted his clothes.
    "Enough, Julian, don't say anything, I heard that Mr. Yun and Mr. Berenger value him very much!" Someone tried to ease the atmosphere, but it didn't make sense.
    Another male model disdainfully said: "Why? Is he going to walk the show with us?"
    "I think it might be Mr. Yun's little lover~"
    It's no secret that the chief designer of luxury goods has a male model as a little lover in the circle.
    Several people looked at each other and then smiled unkindly.
    "So what! He doesn't necessarily have the ability to go through a complete show! Maybe he will fall, and then return home crying!"
    "Hahahahaha!" Everyone laughed badly.
    It turns out that men are no worse than women when they gossip.
    This time, Bérangère's stage is built in a gray style, and the whole stage has a different-dimensional feeling. Bunches of bright lights are scattered on the stage, creating a feeling of light and shadow. Not only that, there is also a circle of fountains in the center of the stage, and when people walk by, a curtain of rain will flow straight down.
    The catwalk officially began, and the male models walked around the periphery of the stage in a cold summer costume.
    "At that time, I will arrange for Romeo to go with you, so you don't have to worry." Yun Qing reminded him, calling Mo ShaoQing back to reality.
    Mo ShaoQing realized that he was holding his pants tightly with both hands, he was already soaked.
    He smiled embarrassedly: "Okay, thank you."
    "It's okay." Yun Qing took out a handkerchief uncontrollably and handed it to Mo ShaoQing: "Wipe your sweat, kid, you look nervous."
    "En." Mo ShaoQing was not hypocritical, and quickly took the handkerchief and wiped his hands.
    After visiting the platform, Yun Qing sent Mo ShaoQing to the training venue and handed him to a model tutor.
    "Although there are only a few days of preparation, I hope you can show enough ability to make everyone feel that you are qualified for this job." After all, the male model circle is a cruel reality that Yun Qing hopes his son will know.
    But he was afraid that Mo ShaoQing would be under pressure, and then added: "Mo Nell is a retired male supermodel. You don't have to worry about him."
    Said it is a training venue, it is actually a big dance classroom with mirrors on all sides. In front of the mirrors there are handrails that can be used to press the legs, allowing people to see their posture in all aspects to make adjustments.
    This supermodel named Monel, although not at the level of a first-class handsome guy, is entirely Chinese people's perception of the supermodel's face, with very thin and sunken cheeks, lean and tall body, without a trace of fat.
 

    However, Yun Qing said he was thirty-five years old, but Mo ShaoQing felt that he was only twenty-seven and eighty-eight. Not only that, but when his silver-gray eyes looked directly at people, people would still feel a kind of qi. Field stuff.
    Mo ShaoQing saw Yun Qing seem to be talking to him, using F Mandarin that he had never involved. Monel frowned first, as if to deny something, then seemed to be persuaded by Yun Qing, reluctantly agreeing.
    "Okay, I'll leave you to him and study hard."
    "Thank you, Mr. Yun." Mo ShaoQing only regarded Yunqing as a respect for his work. After all, he completely called a newcomer to the show and destroyed the stage. He also has an inescapable responsibility.
    But Mo ShaoQing is really grateful to the designer who is responsible for treating herself like Yun Qing and also finding a teacher for herself. So this thank you is the most sincere sentence in the past few days.
    Mo ShaoQing was looking forward to supermodel Monel's teaching, but he didn't expect that the first sentence he came up would pour cold water on him.
    "You'resofat."
    Mo ShaoQing didn't know what to respond to for a while, what about "hehe"? Or "sorry, stained your eyes"?
    Fortunately, Monel did not continue to embarrass him, but just let him start walking.
    Although Mo ShaoQing is not a serious model, he still pays attention to manners when he walks on the stage and the red carpet.
    He thought he was in good condition and took a few steps, but after only a few steps, he was stopped.
    Then, unsurprisingly, he was severely criticized by Monel.
    In the end, Monell said coldly as a summary: "As an audience, you need to pay attention to your clothes, not your performance!"
    Well, even if he walks well among ordinary people, he is still criticized as a performance...
    "Relax, don't strain your face and arms. Look at the mirror in front of you!"
    "It will make you face yourself!"
    "NO, stop!"
    .........
    In this way, Mo ShaoQing was trained by the devil for a day.
    Even so, Monell only expressed satisfaction a little, and gave him a paper full of dietary guidelines.
    When he left, he felt that he could no longer walk.
    Oh my God, wouldn't he become the poor Yan nationality who learned to walk in Handan?
    The course was finally over, Mo ShaoQing took the order that Monell had opened, and waited dejectedly for Reza to pick him up.
    Unexpectedly, the nanny car did come, but Yun Qing came.
    Mo ShaoQing's body just relaxed and tightened again for an instant.

MACHINE TRANSLATION
Raws: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=3310766
Chapter 1 to 12: https://chocolatranslations.wordpress.com/category/gourmet-food-service/
 Chapter 1 to 47: https://www.whitecattl.com/2018/11/entertainment-food-service.html
Description 
Shao Qing grew up in the orphanage. In order to survive he went to school during the day and worked part-time at a restaurant during night, becoming a proficient cook. He was looking for his parents when he got into a traffic accident and died. He was reborn into decades before and activated the portable space in his jade pendant. He grew many kinds of flowers, planted trees and sold fruits, opened a restaurant and filmed videos.

In this time when internet celebrities are all on the rage, I must stand above the other shows.

Boss Ling Senhao: Lately I’ve taken a liking to this one person. Long legs, slender waist, really good at acting and the key point is he makes good food. Say, should I sign him or should I sign him?

Mo Shaoqing: So we only agree to work together?

Everyone: Male god Mo’s food is so delicious *cries*

Mo Shaoqing: Actually I’m a cook who’d being held back by my acting work!

In short, this is a gourmet internet celebrity. He started with private kitchen, exploded from forums to weibo then to the entertainment world, from China to overseas, getting the attention of everyone.
Associated Names 
娱乐圈美食担当
YuLe Quan MeiShi DanDa

Author
天籁星璇
TianLai Xing Xuan

Tags
Calm Protagonist 
Celebrities 
Chefs 
Cooking 
Magical Space 
Modern Day 
Mpreg 
Showbiz 
Transmigration 
Transported to Another World

A maid was sent inside and helped her change into the dress. They did her hair and sent her back out to look in the mirrors. The same man who had brought her into the dressing room area said to her "You look stunning in that dress. It is of my own design, what do you think of it?" Sarah looked into the mirror and replied.
"The dress is very pretty sir. I love the embroidery of it. I also love how the dress isn't volumess like most on the rack were. Although I do think that the vail is unnecessary and that the dress would be even more beautiful with some rhinestones on the embroidered part along with some silk gloves."
The man stared at her open mouthed. All of the other people who had worn his designs would always say that they looked beautiful, no matter what. He could have put them in a trash bag and if it had his name on it as a designer, it would have become the latest fashion statement. But this girl, this girl had shown him ways to improve the dress. Nobody had done that in the last 7 years of his life. "You, you don't like it?" He asked.
"I never said that." Sarah replied, "I was just telling you how you could make it better."
"So your saying that you could have done a better job?" Said the man. After never receiving a bit of criticism from even the king himself, he was offended that a little girl would say she could have done a better job then him.
"No! I didn't say that either! Why are you getting so angry over a bit of advice anyways? Who are you? As a designer, you should always be prepared for a bit of criticism to make things better. If you can't handle some advice from a 15 year old, you're not gonna make it very far." Sarah said angrily.
"Who am I? I am one of the greatest fashion designers ever! I am John Terra! I designed the queen's coronation gown! Let me see you best that!" Said the man, now practically yelling.
"John Terra? So what? If I had the right supplies then I could alter this dress myself, making it even better than your original design! But this wasn't my point, my point was that you need to be able to handle some criticism." Sarah said back, her voice raising to match his in volume.
Completely ignoring the point Sarah was trying to get across, John Terra yelled "Well good thing that I brought the supplies with me! I dare you to alter that dress and make the design better then what I could do!"
"Fine! Because you think you're so special and amazing! I'll show you that there will always be somebody better then you will ever be. There will always be somebody who can replace you! You're not the only talented designer!" Sarah accepted.
There was a sigh from the other side of the room and Sarah turned around to see a group of people standing behind them. Sarah hadn't even seen them approach because she was so wrapped up in her argument with John Terra.
"Sarah, what had you gotten yourself into this time?" Said Max with a shake of his head.
"What do you mean Max? This guy was taking offence to something that was merely a bit of advice! Now he dares to challenge me! I'm not gonna just let him off after he doubts me just for my age and because I thought of a way to make the design better!" An aggravated Sarah said back.
Max sighed and said "Well, don't get me involved in this. This is your problem Sarah. You shouldn't have let him get to you. I know that when you're angry that you won't let it go but I still advise you to step down." Then to himself he mumbled "Not like you'll listen to me anyways…"
"What was that?" Sarah said
"Nothing! Just said good luck!" Max replied quickly
"That's what I thought!" Sarah said as she turned around and walked into the changing room to take the dress off. When Sarah exited the changing room with the dress there were people lugging designing equipment into the living room and taking the furniture out. The boys were following a set of maids who were taking away the TV, meaning that they couldn't play video games anymore.
Emily saw Sarah and ran up to her saying "Sarah! What were you thinking when you challenged John Terra! Do you not know who he is?!"
"Yes I do know who he is. I actually admire him quite a bit. He was one of my inspirations as a designer!"
"Was? Do you not admire his work anymore?"
"I admire his work, just not him. He is too ignorant and self-centered. He won't accept any criticism at all. He is snarky and foolish as well. His designs however, are stunning. Absolutely gorgeous but the person who makes them should be ashamed of himself."
Another person walked up to them and said "Who are you talking trash about now? Also what's with the sudden change in the room? What's all this stuff?"
Without having to even turn around Sarah recognized Alex's voice. "First, I am trash talking John Terra. Second, John Terra challenged me to make his design better so they are rearranging the room to make a space for the competition. Third, this is all that I will be using to alter the dress." Sarah replied back.
Confused, Alex said "John Terra? Who's that?" 
Emily gasped, "You don't know who John Terra is? He's only the most famous fashion designer! He even designed the queen's coronation dress! Usually they have multiple designers to make the dress but they had John Terra do it all by himself!" 
"Ummm… Cool? I guess?" Alex replied to Emily's starstruck attitude. Turning to Sarah he said "Why do you challenge him then?"
Sarah casually replied "I challenge him because he is far too confident in his own abilities and the only way to get it through that thick skull of his that both he and his designs are not always perfect, is to challenge him and show him proof of his flaws and strengths."
Before anybody could answer Sarah there was sudden commotion from the door. "Long live your highness!" "Your Majesty, to what do we owe the honor of your presence?" "Your highness, can I service you in any way?"
Sarah, Emily and Alex turned around to see what the competition was and they saw a woman standing by the door. She was wearing an extravagant blue gown and a white sash. She had on silk gloves and a golden crown sat on her head. The woman approached them and Emily began to curtsey so Alex bowed and Sarah followed Emily's lead. "Your majesty, what can we do for you?" Emily asked.
The noble woman bowed her head respectfully to acknowledge their bows and said "I heard somebody has challenged John Terra, I have come to see the individual who possesses so much courage. 
"That would be I, your highness." Sarah said with another curtsey. 
"You?" The lady said with a start "You are what? 16 years old?"
"15 years your highness." Sarah corrected respectfully.
"Only 15? And you dare to challenge John Terra? This will be a very entertaining event. Would you mind if I arranged for this to be an open event? For others to watch such as the guests?" She asked politely, respect for this daring little girl showing a bit. 
"It would be my honor, your majesty." Sarah replied. 
"Well then little girl, I shall take my leave. I hope to meet you again soon." The woman said as she left, leaving Emily and Sarah who were still in a curtsey and Alex stuck in a deep bow. Emily excitedly turned to Sarah and said "Wow! I've only seen her from afar! You actually got to talk to her! You're so lucky Sarah! Even being the daughter of a duke I have never spoken to the queen."
"That was the queen?!" Sarah said incredulously.

Zeus makes a special request to the fates, a request involving the change of fate for Sarah Benson, Mathew Trell, Trinity Fawn, and Max Fredrickson. Why wold Zeus want to change the fate of 4 humans so badly that he is willing to pay 140,040,000 Golden Drachma?

This is a fictional story based off of the Greek mythology of the 3 fates;

Clotho- the spinner of the thread of life
Lachesis- the choser of destiny
Atropos- the decider of death

What did their original fate hold that made Zeus want to change it so badly?

Previously titled: I Design Your Fate

Seoul, Korea
Fashion Square – Loft 33


This, was a first for Seon Rain.

Never had she rendered a room speechless before, and it made her feel beautiful, powerful, and strong.

The heavy French silk Prussian blue pants she wore had extensive antique gold and bronze embroidery work that went from bottom hem up the front of each leg to the waist. A wide gold belt wrapped around her waist, giving her the appearance of womanly hips and a narrowed waist, and it covered where the sheer lace top connected to the pants.

The top was made of black lace that was form fitted, long sleeved, and cut out in the middle and decorated with extensive antique gold and bronze embroidery. A three-inch wide strip of matching Prussian blue silk went down the front on each side and wrapped around her neck, hiding the lace edging and covering her breasts, leaving the entire middle of her chest to her navel exposed. A simple train of Prussian blue silk attached to the back of her pants and flowed behind her when she walked.

Matching four-inch pointed toe heels in Prussian blue satin with gold and crystal flowers adoring them made her feel so much taller, and more feminine. 

Instead of wearing her hair down, as Myo Mi-Sun always did, it was slicked back into a ponytail and straighten, and a gold cuff at the base helped hide the navy hair extension she was wearing so her hair was much, much longer and coloful. Dark, smoky amethyst and warm black eyeshadow made her olive green eyes appear almost emerald in color. Heavy mascara made her lashes longer and thicker, more sultry looking, giving her an old Hollywood cat-eye look that she was always too nervous to try. And dark matte merlot lipstick made her lips look fuller and kissable.

“Well, what do you think of Myo Mi-Sun’s new look?” Rain asked, striking a pose. “It has pockets!” she beamed; that was the one thing she asked for and the designer facilitated.

Lucien applauded. “Bien!” he called out.

Will nodded his approval and applauded as well.

Kita stood there with a new dress shirt in hand; the look on his face wasn’t one she had seen from him before.

Instantly Rain’s face dropped.

“You don’t like it,” she surmised.

Kita struggled to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

“Don’t be silly. The red carpet will be yours tonight, Cousin,” Dae-Ho said, snapping a picture of her with his mobile phone to send to Father.

He had light pink hair now and wore a new neon pink and black suit with a matching bowtie and vest.

Rain forced a smile. “I feel like a stranger in my own skin,” she admitted, joining Will in front of the mirrors and looked them over.

They looked like an actual red carpet couple.

“I’m nearly as tall as my date for once,” Rain mumbled.

Will smiled. “A very sexy trait for a woman to have,” he assured her; Lula was taller than him and he loved it. “It is an honor to escort you tonight, Seon Rain. Just stay within the protection of your bodyguards. I won’t let anything happen to you… Kita, close your mouth,” he groaned. “You’re drooling.”

Rain blushed, looking over her shoulder at her partially undressed bodyguard. “Do I look okay?” she asked.

Absently, Kita nodded.

Modeste joined them. “I do amazing work,” he informed them. “It is an honor dressing you, Mademoiselle.”

Will translated for her.

“I am inspired for a new line because of you,” he continued. “Would you do me the honor of being the Korean face of Modeste?”

That was huge! 

Never had Myo Mi-Sun had a major modeling contract, especially for an international designer like Modeste Augustin. Because of her height, she was considered short, too short to model on a runway, and commercial success was reserved for younger women. 

This was major, and Chairman Hu would be so proud of her for getting a contract, her very first she was responsible for on her own.

A smile filled Rain’s face and she bowed repeatedly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she beamed.

“Clutch!” Kita yelled, startling her. “Clutch to the chest, like Princess Di.”

Rain looked at him curiously. “What?” she asked, confused as to why everyone was looking away from her all of a sudden. “Did I do something wrong?”

Will pushed his hand through his hair, his attention on the ceiling. “Well, um, you’re wearing a very low, low cut top, without two-sided tape, so bowing isn’t wise.”

“Huh?” she asked, confused. “I don’t understand.”

Dae-Ho groaned. “You just flashed everyone your boobs,” he blurted out.

Very few people know Seon Rain, but everyone knows Myo Mi-Sun—the stage name she uses as a superstar film and TV actress, who has stolen the heart of the nation by playing the sweet-hearted girl next door. But fame can bring unwanted attention, and when Rain’s apartment burns down and police suspect foul play, her manager decides to hire a world-glass bodyguard.

Kita Yasuhiro is a highly-trained bodyguard with a strict code of honor. Despite his flawless skills, his failure at a previous job has brought shame onto his name. Little as Kita wants to deal with a bratty young woman, he has no choice but to take this job.

Their meeting becomes exciting when Rain trips and almost falls down the stairs, Kita catching her just in time. Tall, handsome, well-dressed . . . To Rain, it is one of those moments that she has played out on television so many times over the years: the perfect man running into her when she least expects it, but when she needs him most. Out of habit from her acting experience, she puckers her lips, readying for a kiss.

The man gives her a look of disgust and leans back, dropping her on her rear.

Rain screams in frustration!

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