My Supermodel Wife

At five o'clock in the afternoon, in a five-star hotel, the celebration was about to begin.

There in the grand hall a celebration party for the founding of the Genesis Company, the real estate company of the Widjaya Family took place.

The man who founded and managed the large company was named Jean Widjaya.

Many famous businessmen and politicians were invited to attend this party. There were also celebrities from the entertainment world.

A red carpet was spread from the sidewalk to the hotel's entrance, making the atmosphere feel like Hollywood. Reporters flocked to both sides of the carpet, lights and noises from camera's clicks illuminated the place.

Important guests arrived and the party's atmosphere was getting more festive. Many single men and women from the Genesis Company take advantage of this party to make acquaintances as well as to find a mate.

"Wow! isn't that Shirley Pierre who just won the title of 'Queen of Movies' in Berlin?"

"Looking around! She's here with Jack Cruise! I'm a huge fan!"

Whenever a famous person came, the crowd around the red carpet cheered.

"Oh, my God! That's… our mayor, right?"

"Huh? Where… oh, it really is the mayor! Even he came here, huh?"

Fifteen minutes later, a black limousine slowly made its stop in front of the red carpet.

The company staff and hotel maids also gathered to see who was coming. The hotel receptionist wearing white gloves immediately opened the car's door, leaving everyone holding their breath in anticipation. Photographers aimed their camera lenses and stared hungrily at the car's doors.

A pair of black leather shoes set foot on the sidewalk, followed by long legs clad in custom-sewn black cloth trousers. The figure finally stepped out of the car. The blue shirt and black coat he wore contrasted his blonde hair. His posture was straight, but the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and gave a lazy impression.

"That's President Jean ..."

Someone in the crowd whispered in astonishment.

Jean was standing by the limousine with his haughty and cold attitude, attracting the attention of many women. Everyone thought he would walk in soon, but Jean turned around and reached into the car.

Many people heard sharp breaths as they realized the meaning of Jean's gesture.

Every last one of them wondered, 'The president has come with a woman?!'

Photographers repeatedly snapped their cameras at the scene. This was understandable because Jean almost never made public appearances, so it was naturally difficult to get his pictures. Plus, the president did not attend the celebration party on his own tonight. A woman had come with him. This topic would definitely make the headlines for tomorrow morning!

The light from dozens of cameras continued to flicker incessantly. The security guards had to fight hard to maintain order.

Every single pair of eyes shot a surprised look when a woman's delicate hand appeared and grabbed the president's hand. The entire place was frozen with silence as everyone's attention fell on her. They couldn't wait to see what kind of woman Jean Widjaya had brought– their next target for backlash.

Lilia stepped out of the limousine with light and elegant steps as if she was walking on a runway. She was wearing a black ball gown decorated with tiny pearls, making it look like she was wearing a sky full of stars. The makeup on her face was not excessive as it intended to emphasize her natural beauty.

She fitted perfectly into everyone's eyes, defying the wisdom in the saying "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder."

It was all thanks to her 175 cm height and high heels that Lilia did not look like a dwarf when standing next to Jean. The two of them looked as if they had just come out of fairytales. Everyone there couldn't take their eyes off the couple. The woman looked confident and charming, while the man looked calm and elegant.

The women who were determined to criticize Lilia were now speechless. They could only let go their envy upon Lilia's graceful form.. The president and Lilia made a perfect couple.