They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Isabella's finger was still hanging in mid-air.

Jiang Han crossed his arms in front of him, one on each side, and held the two people's small hands at the same time.

It has a soft touch and long knuckles, making it difficult to even discern the strength of the grip.

"Jianghan".

He released his grip, his gaze sweeping over the two identical faces.

Upon closer inspection, the curves of the brow bone and the bridge of the nose do indeed appear to have been cast from the same mold.

The only difference is in the eyes.

Isabella's eyes are slightly upturned at the corners, while Claudia's are more gently curved.

"Did you two ladies walk the runway tonight? Forgive me for not looking carefully, I don't think I saw you."

Jiang Han behaved very gentlemanly; when you're out and about, you have to accept the status you've earned.

"No, we were just invited to the party."

"There are limited spots available for the runway show, and our agency couldn't secure one for us."

Isabella's tone was mournful, tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Oh? It seems the organizers need to improve their judgment."

"In my opinion, the two of you are definitely the focus of the entire event."

The twins were taken aback by the sudden compliment.

Women of all ages and nationalities enjoy being complimented on their beauty.

Even beauties who have received a lot of attention since childhood are no exception.

"By the way, which company did you sign with? Their operational capabilities seem a bit lacking!"

"A small local company."

Claudia picked up the conversation, her tone revealing resentment.

"We never get a chance to interview with good brands; we always have to rely on the gimmick of being twins to get a position."

"Most of the time we manage to secure a spot is for still photography; there aren't many actual runway appearances."

Jiang Han then opportunely changed the subject: "You have such good conditions, why don't you try going to Asia?"

Isabella looked up, her blue-gray eyes gleaming coldly in the light.

"Asia?"

"The opportunities at fashion weeks, brand endorsements, and variety show appearances are no less than in Europe."

"What exactly is it? A fashion show or a photoshoot?"

After speaking, the woman pursed her lips, seemingly realizing that she was being a little hasty.

It's unacceptable to inquire about job opportunities without putting in any effort; it will leave a bad impression.

Jiang Han didn't seem to care.

"That's fine with me. If you want to develop in other directions, there's room for that too."

Isabella shook her head slightly, then looked back at Jiang Han.

Are you recruiting for the company?

"I guess so, Star Moon Media. You should have seen my information in the brochure."

"This year we are expanding into fashion and talent management."

Jiang Han casually introduced himself.

His goal was simple: to experience the exotic culture.

As for recruiting talent, it's all just a smokescreen for him.

Or rather, it's the bait that's been thrown in.

You can't exactly use a megaphone to shout in the venue, "2 euros a night, I need 3 of them," can you?

Upon hearing this, Claudia's eyes and brows, covered in false eyelashes, visibly trembled.

"Are you...looking for models?"

"No, no, no, I just don't want a beautiful lady to be overlooked."

"Of course, if you only want to develop in Europe, I won't force you."

The two sisters looked at each other for a moment, and then the older sister spoke on their behalf.

"What if we're willing to go?"

"Claudia has always wanted to act."

"She took acting classes, and the teachers all said she was talented."

Jiang Han held his wine glass, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men.

Her graceful figure was encased in a white, fitted gown.

It outlines the shapely buttocks and excessively exaggerated body curves.

The hair color on the top of his head is particularly eye-catching.

Naturally golden-white, flowing smoothly and glossy over the shoulders, with not a trace of dark color at the roots.

After a moment of silence, the two finally nodded.

"Have you thought it through?"

"Um."

"Then come and prove it." Jiang Han poked his cheek.

Europeans are incredibly enthusiastic.

Almost as soon as Jiang Han finished speaking, Claudia took the first step.

She walked up to Jiang Han, tilted her head back, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her bright red lips to his.

Good guy!

They came straight for the mouth!

Jiang Han reached out and held the other person's neck, then lowered his head to return the kiss.

Claudia responded awkwardly, her fingers clutching the front of his suit jacket.

Isabella stood beside her sister, her chest heaving noticeably.

Hesitation will defeat.

As the older sister, how could she lose?

Isabella moved to the other side and kissed Jiang Han on his right cheek.

On his face, which was exactly the same as his sister's, there was only a kind of calm certainty.

Kissing is perhaps more common than eye contact in Paris.

Spending the night together is merely an appetizer in the process of getting to know each other.

In other countries, sleeping together is much simpler than both parties acknowledging their relationship.

There were no promises, no vows of eternal love.

There was no dowry of 88!

It's just a mutually agreeable exchange of benefits.

After the kiss ended, Claudia whispered something behind her sister.

Isabella didn't turn around, but simply reached out and took her sister's hand.

The two people's hands were clasped together, their fingers interlocked.

For those of them who have no connections, there's not much they can offer in exchange.

Jiang Han placed his empty glass on the bar counter: "There are too many people here, shall we find somewhere else to chat?"

The two sisters asked confidently, "Do you have any recommendations?"

"The hotel I'm staying in is quite quiet, which is a good place to sit down and chat."

"Okay~"

The three walked through the party crowd toward the manor entrance.

Wang Jing stood far away by the dance floor, watching Jiang Han's figure disappear around the corner of the corridor.

He knew Jiang, who was a master at dating in the country.

Arriving in Paris is like a fish swimming into the sea or a bird taking flight in the sky.

It was a piece of cake!

The environment on foreign servers is much easier than back home!

Mr. Jiang was ultimately satisfied with the activities arranged by me, Lao Wang.

At the entrance of the estate, a stretched Lincoln was parked in the driveway.

Upon seeing Jiang Han emerge, the butler, Mathieu, bowed respectfully and opened the car door.

The twins followed, lifting the hems of their skirts.

The carriage was spacious enough to start a war right there.

Isabella's gaze slowly shifted from the Parisian night view outside the car window to Jiang Han.

"Do you know what Claudia and I are thinking?"

"have no idea."

"Why did you choose us? We all saw you avoid that Asian model."

"You didn't stay with any of the ladies, including the ones who came later."

Jiang Han was amused, thinking that foreign players were indeed direct, without any beating around the bush.

He made no attempt to hide it.

"You have a lot of unique characteristics, and as models or artists, you have high commercial value."

"Most importantly, you are twins."

"Twins who are willing to come with me!"

Jiang Han's answer was clearly within their expectations.

The image that comes to mind when men first see sisters never disappoints.

But Jiang Han is the first person to openly admit it like this.

It's much better than clumsy deception.

The convoy drove through the Parisian night.

The lights of the cruise ships on the Seine flashed past the car window.

Less than half an hour later, the car came to a stop in front of the Ritz Hotel.

The waiters on both sides of the revolving door bowed simultaneously.

Both models showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

Even a fleeting dream, staying in one of Paris's most luxurious hotels is an unexpected surprise.

Jiang Han was whistling and humming a little tune.

It wasn't until I entered the hall that I saw the figure on the sofa.

Song Wanning!

Why is she still here?