Cloakroom door.

"Well, that's right, but where are your skirt or pants?"

Abel looked at those big white legs and couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and said jokingly.

Anne raised the corner of her mouth, reached out and took a pair of white pants from the side and showed them how to match them, asking Abel to make suggestions.

"That's it, it's very beautiful." Abel felt good about it. After finishing with a smile, he continued to read the information on the computer.

Annie didn't bother him and happily went to put on makeup and change clothes by herself.

Abel has been on the West Coast for some time, and his women all know it.

He mainly lived in Santa Barbara during this time, and they all knew it.

They even knew that there were two women living there where Abel lived.

One of them is pregnant and the child is his.

But what can they do?

Women who have not been in the Smith Family Office have no right to know these things.

Even if I know it, I have no confidence.

Like the models in Elizabeth's back garden, Sophie Marceau and others.

As for the women who know these things and have joined the Smith Family Office.

It becomes even more difficult for them to leave him.

I can only scold Ikana and Paris privately.

Lose your temper in front of him again and within his tolerance.

And Abel, who left Santa Barbara and came to Beverly Hills, was the first to live here.

Anne was very happy and felt that this was a sign of her important psychological status in him.

When I heard Abel say that there was a drinking party tonight and he planned to take him there.

Anne was even happier.

At this time, she didn't even have time to please Abel, let alone lose her temper in front of Abel.

Half an hour later, Annie, who had changed clothes and put on makeup, came to Abel's side.

She didn't dare to disturb him, so she sat quietly and obediently, staring at his profile that was as perfect as a marble sculpture.

Until Abel finished work and saw her dressed up sitting next to him.

Then he remembered, "Oh, it's time."

Abel smiled and said, "Let's go to the cocktail party."

"OK!"

Annie nodded excitedly and happily, and he held her hand and walked outside.

The cocktail party the two of them were going to attend was held in Beverly Hills.

The initiator of this cocktail party is one of the super bosses in the American media industry.

The famous founder, chairman and new American of News Corporation - Rupert Murdoch.

Murdoch held a grand cocktail party at his mansion on the top of Beverly Hills.

Abel, who was on the west coast, naturally received an invitation from Murdoch.

Murdoch's cocktail party was as attractive as Vanity Fair to the media or Hollywood.

Like Anne, after having Abel, she no longer cared much about such drinking parties.

But without Abel, she might not even be qualified to attend this kind of cocktail party.

In order to be able to participate in a cocktail party of this level, in order to be able to enter and look for opportunities.

Just the qualification to enter is almost enough for most of the little stars outside the fourth tier, as well as those who are new to the industry, to sacrifice everything for it.

For Abel, this is the grandest drinking party in the eyes of Hollywood.

In his eyes, he didn't think it was interesting, and he even didn't want to go.

It was only after one of his own people learned about Murdoch's purpose for the reception that Abel accepted the invitation.

The place where Abel lives now is not very far from Murdoch's villa.

Everyone is at the top of the mountain, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk there.

But how can a tycoon travel on foot?

It is still the standard equipment for Abel when traveling.

There are a total of seven Cadillacs, 3 SUVs, 3 sedans, and the middle one is a modified Cadillac monster.

The motorcade left No. 812 North Bedford Road and only drove on the Peak Road in Beverly Hills for five minutes.

We came to the brightly lit Murdoch Villa at the core of the mountain top.

It was already around eight o'clock in the evening when Abel and Annie arrived.

Generally speaking, drinking parties among European and American elites will start around six or seven o'clock.

It lasts until about nine to ten o'clock in the evening.

Regardless of whether the reception starts at six o'clock or seven o'clock, if the participants arrive at eight o'clock, they can be considered late.

But that's for the average attendee.

In relatively high-end cocktail parties in Europe and the United States, the person with the highest status always arrives late and leaves early.

Only those of lower status who desperately want to gain a foothold in the reception will be the first to arrive and the last to leave.

As the boss of the new media giant Smith Media, in the media field alone, he is already as good as Rupert Murdoch's Abel.

He obviously has a very high status.

If you include Abel's influence in other places, not even Murdoch can compare to him.

With him like this, if he attends a cocktail party hosted by Murdoch, it can be said that his willingness to come is already giving Murdoch face.

Arriving late and being late are naturally nothing.

Speaking of which, Abel and Murdoch met for the first time at a cocktail party.

That was last year.

A charity reception hosted by several major New York media giants and Texas Commerce Bank in Manhattan.

Abel participated at that time, and because of the insistence of Texas Commerce Bank, he sat on the main seat, which surprised many New York rich people at the time.

You must know that the cocktail party was the second time Abel appeared in the mainstream view.

The first time was the cocktail party hosted by the Hilton family.

Murdoch was also in the chair at the time.

Judging from the status of both parties at the time, Abel was not qualified to sit at that table.

In other words, at that time, Abel could not compare to Murdoch in terms of social status in the United States.

Now one year has passed, just one year.

Murdoch's status is still the same, but Abel has made rapid progress.

He has grown to an existence that even Murdoch cannot compare with.

The so-called feng shui turns and turns, nothing more than this.

Abel felt that the feng shui in the United States in the next few decades would be on his side.

Because he arrived late, Abel's motorcade did not have to be like the cars of the Hollywood superstars who arrived early.

At six or seven o'clock, there was a long queue in traffic jam outside Murdoch's villa, which was photographed by reporters.

When Abel's motorcade arrived, there were still many reporters outside.

These people also want to take photos of celebrities leaving the venue.

"Oh oh oh! Look at that motorcade, all Cadillacs. No need to think, it must be Abel Smith here!"

"Murdoch is still very powerful. He can even invite Abel Smith. I remember he was not invited to Redstone's banquet last month."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Last month Abel Smith was in New York to save the stock market! He was not in Los Angeles, so of course Redstone couldn't hire him!"

"You are a CBS reporter. Of course you have good things to say about Redstone."

"FAK YOU!"

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There was some commotion among the entertainment reporters.

Abel's first car in the motorcade handed over an invitation letter at the door of the villa.
To be continued...