Candidates for Introduction

Givenchy said, "But this lady is a bit special. Not only is she not afraid of Vampires, she is also so bold as to be somewhat reckless, and she doesn't care about anyone."

"I can vouch for her talent. However, I can't guarantee whether you'll be willing to work with her. After all, her personality is quite a headache."

"Hehe, that's quite a special compliment," Henry chuckled.

Even Philippe Vénet, who had only chimed in and not led the conversation, seemed to realize who Givenchy was about to introduce and asked anxiously in French, "Are you sure? You want to see that woman?"

"Why not? You know we'll accept her sooner or later, it's just a matter of how. But now that she's useful, I think it's a great deal."

"Good heavens, I think it might be simpler for us to go directly to the Vampires and negotiate." Philippe Vinnie made the sign of the cross.

Having overheard their conversation, Henry asked curiously, "This... well, designer, is there anything we need to be aware of?"

After thinking for a moment, Givenchy admitted, "She is the illegitimate daughter of Baroness von Hermann, but the Baroness was imprisoned for murder."

Some say that this was a scheme orchestrated by her illegitimate daughter, who has secretly transferred the Baroness's assets to her own name.

"The Baroness recently passed away in prison. Now that the obstacle to her succession to the title is gone, she hopes to have support from the nobility. And she doesn't need the support of those insignificant nobles, but rather..."

Henry quickly replied, "But rather, someone like you, a member of the nobility with status in the fashion world and a proper title. Right?"

Nodding, Givenchy said, "That's right. Although their family line developed on the other side of the strait, Baron Hermann was actually a France nobleman."

"After all, that pirate nation still practices primogeniture, with women having no inheritance rights. And given the circles they've cultivated over so long, I'm the most suitable candidate."

"Furthermore, if she wants to climb to a higher position, she needs sufficiently influential supporters and a larger stage. Hollywood might be a good option."

While London qualifies as one of the four major fashion weeks, demonstrating that its market is also a core area of the fashion industry, Paris, the only city with a "Haute Couture Fashion Week," undoubtedly stands at the top of the fashion pyramid.

That's why Givenchy had the confidence to say such a thing.

The person he mentioned seemed to be from England. "I've made you owe him a favor," Henry sighed.

"No, considering her talent, I'll support her sooner or later. But I don't know what I'll get in return. You need to understand, it's useless to make that lady owe you a favor; you need to get something back on the spot. Otherwise, she'll deny it later."

"That's her personality, huh?" Henry rubbed his chin and asked, "What's her name?"

Givenchy said, "Cruella de Vil. Cruella de Vil Devie. You'll know when you see her. She's a woman in her forties, but she's as spirited as a young girl."

"Her ambition and aggressiveness are unlike anything ordinary people would have. I think even if Vampires ran up to her and bared its fangs, she'd dare to bite back and drain those Monster dry."

Wait a minute! Isn't this the one from Cruella? Come to think of it, there really isn't a Disney animated film called "One Hundred and One Dalmatians" in this world.

However, this world does have both fewer and more movies compared to my memories before I transmigrated. It seems I need to pay attention to whether the missing movies can be pieced together into this Marvel Universe.

"So how should we meet this Ms. Deevy?" Henry asked.

Givenchy thought for a moment and said, "In just two days, we have a semi-public banquet to prepare for the Paris Men's Ready-to-Wear Fashion Week at the end of June."

"I can bring you along, and I've also extended an invitation to Cruella de Vil. If all goes well, we can meet at the banquet. Do you have anything else to attend to?"

Henry turned to look at the two ladies he had brought with him, both of Charlize shook their heads. At a time like this, what could be more important than things in Paris Harris?

Givenchy said, "In that case, I can arrange accommodation for you at a hotel in Paris. You can take the opportunity to explore this art capital over the next couple of days."

"We can also prepare a few guest rooms for you in the castle for the time being. Over the next couple of days, I'll show you more of the castle's collection and take you for a walk in the nearby forest."

"Honey, what's your opinion?" Henry asked Charlize Theron.

Of course, Givenchy didn't hide their relationship from him. Besides, unless it had reached that level, Henry wouldn't have used this connection to help. Givenchy, a man shrewd and worldly-wise, couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

Charlize Theron would certainly prefer to stay. With money, she could shop to her heart's content in Paris; if she wanted to be extravagant, she could even buy up all the goods on an entire street in one go.

However, getting to know a fashion mogul like Givenchy isn't something that can be achieved simply by having money and free time.

However, she suddenly remembered something and asked with slight concern, "Of course I'd like to stay and see the castle's collection. But Henry, is Kitty at home... alright?"

"Oh, don't worry, I asked old Gary to feed it for me. There won't be any problems."

Charlize Theron broke out in a cold sweat. Was she suggesting that old Gary would be used as fodder for Kitty?

One of the reasons Henry dared to travel so far was, of course, because BB had been rebuilt. With old Gary regularly collecting goods from the butcher and storing them inside, BB could take care of everything.

Unless Kitty breaks the baby again... But thinking about it, that seems a bit unreliable.

Hopefully, that big cat will restrain itself a bit.

Henry thought to himself, "At most, I'll sneak home in the middle of the night to check on things."

"Who is Kitty?" Givenchy asked.

"My pet, a lovely cat," Henry said with a smug smile.

The two France were imagining Ragdoll cats or Russia Shorthairs, the kind of kittens that are truly associated with "cuteness." They also knew that traveling with pets on a plane wasn't very convenient, so leaving them at home where someone could take care of them was fine.

However, the two women who knew the truth were somewhat at a loss for words regarding Henry's judgment criteria. A four- or five-hundred-pound behemoth... cute...?

This is probably the biggest point of contention between Charlize Theron and Henry.

In short, the three who decided to stay enjoyed the treatment befitting old-fashioned France aristocracy, staying in a castle that had been certified as a historical monument by France in 1984.

Fortunately, the interior has been modernized, so the convenience of living here is a given.

It's not like the Versailles Palace during the reign of Louis XIV, where rooms of every function were built except for toilets. Only the France could come up with something so bizarre.