The top of fame and fortune [Comprehensive British and American]

"Tonight, you need to go to the north porch with me to meet the British Crown Prince." In the Oval Office in the West Wing of the White House, Lex Luthor approached Erica. The silk tie was a gray-blue color similar to his eyes.

Erika stood on the huge blue carpet, with the golden emblem symbolizing the President of the United States under her feet. After hearing Luthor's voice, she clearly frowned and refused, "No, I don't want to do this."

It is the job of the first lady to welcome visiting foreign heads of state with Mr. President on the North Portico of the White House.

Erica is not very willing to have too many complicated entanglements with Lex Luthor after the dangerous incident jointly created by Luthor and Joker, as well as the exposed scandal.

The reason why she accepted the invitation to the White House state banquet is more because it is not an unusual invitation. It is always a practice to invite artists to attend the White House state banquet.

And Lex Luthor was not surprised by her rejection. He looked at the blonde woman in front of him. She was wearing a simple one-piece dress. Didn't want to show off.The black chain bag on her shoulder was pretty enough, but Lex was very familiar with it, and she was carrying this bag almost when the two first interacted.

"Erica, there's something I've been curious about for a long time," Lex said, looking at her a bit maliciously and provocatively, "Do you only have three bags in total?"

At least he's only seen three.And her dress, according to the standards of Hollywood female stars, has a very high rate of repeated matching, and the luxury items in it are very limited, and most of them are "one-of-a-kind" clothes she found in vintage shops.

Erica's expression turned sour. No woman in this world would like to be questioned about her material level and taste. She almost gritted her teeth, "This has nothing to do with you, Mr. President."

Lex Luthor held her wrist, and then talked about another matter, "You bought a one-person apartment in Greenwich Village, New York not long ago?"

There was no doubt in his tone, as if he was very clear about this matter.

Erica was not surprised by this, she raised her eyebrows, "I hope you are not going to tell me that all the real estate in that block belongs to you."

"Bingo——" Lex showed her a slightly annoying smile, his gray-blue clear eyes were clever, almost weird and neurotic, and he was a little conceited, but his expression and voice were very flat, "From Broadway to Green Wedge Village, of which I own most of the land."

Erica seems to be used to these super rich people who are also real estate tycoons, but she doesn't seem to have any reaction to this, whether it's Lex Luthor or Harry, or Wayne, she has no interest in the wealth of these men .

In fact, Luthor didn't like this, and he would rather Erica indulge in pleasure and have a strong material desire.But from the real situation, her life is obviously not extravagant, even though she has devoted herself to Hollywood for many years.

For example, Erica does not own real estate in Los Angeles today. Compared with many celebrities and superstars who spend tens of millions of dollars to buy luxury houses in Beverly Hills or Malibu Beach, she has only Queens under her name in these years. The house where the Parker family lives is worth $50.

The Greenwich Village single apartment newly purchased recently is not even comparable to a luxury house, and can only be regarded as a middle-class level at best.

She has the appearance of a natural beauty, but her material desire can almost be called low, which doesn't seem to match her face.

Lex Luthor didn't like to admit it, but he had to think that sometimes he had nothing to do with her.

In the neo-classical baroque oval office, Luther held the knuckles of Erica's wrist with a little force, then turned and walked to the classical desk in front of the three long French windows. Due to the strength of his palm, Erica had to follow.

She looked at the intricately carved presidential desk made of wood from the British Royal Navy's "Fortitude" warship.At this time, a wide gift box tied with a ribbon was placed on the table.

Erica saw him open the box, revealing a champagne-gold dress she was familiar with. Lex explained, "This is one of the clothes you left in Luthor Manor."

He focused on the simplicity of Erika's body at this time, so that it clearly showed that she didn't care about the black dress tonight with him, "Gold suits you better than a short black dress." .”

Erica had to admit that this was true, not to mention that the dress belonged to her in the first place.And when she was about to pick up the dress in the wide gift box, Lex's fingers had already touched the back zipper of the black dress on her body.

"This is the Oval Office—" Erica took his hand just in time.

Lex Luthor raised an eyebrow, and said half-truth, "Don't you think 'fooling around in the White House' sounds like fun?"

He didn't really intend to do anything at first, but was more of an intentional "provoking trouble" to her, and Erika's surprised reaction made him smile with a successful prank.

Frankly speaking, Erica still thinks that "fooling around in the White House" would be a very unique experience, but she didn't want to continue to have endless entanglements with Lex, so she turned her eyes to the president's desk beside her, where There is a motto - 'here the last responsibility is taken'.

The office might be the most powerful place in the world, and she and Luthor were practically flirting and looking like they were going to 'fool around' at any moment.

Power is the best aphrodisiac, and Lex Luthor, who holds power, naturally has a fatal charm.

In the Oval Office, Erika looked at Mr. President in front of her, but in her mind, a pair of extremely beautiful transparent blue eyes emerged.

She was stunned, and almost subconsciously stepped back, the distance between her and Lex Luthor was widened.

Luther frowned and stared at her with a gloomy expression mixed with jealousy and resentment, "What did you think of?"

Erica was a little annoyed, picked up the golden dress on the desk, and ignored him.Instead, she unfolded the long skirt and put it on her body, and then easily took off the original black one-piece dress from inside, changing into the dress in only half a minute.

She seemed to have changed the dress according to Luthor's suggestion, but this behavior was more like covering up something, or finding something for herself to do.Or she really just thought the gold-pink gown was prettier.

The golden velvet dress shone with brilliance, and the slim fit showed perfect graceful curves. The wasp waist and buttocks were slender and powerful, and the gestures and gestures were full of brilliance. A natural stunner is nothing more than that.

But Lex Luthor did not forget her previous abnormality, "Who did you think of just now? Bruce Wayne or the young Osborn?"

Erica made it clear that she didn't want to talk about it, and she made a beeline for a door leading to the West Wing of the White House.

Luther stared at her back with a seemingly calm expression, but seemed to be restraining some sinister emotion.

And after Erika changed into a dress and walked out of the Oval Office, everyone in the White House did not change their expressions on the surface, but they felt that some sexual speculations were confirmed in their hearts.

But in the end, Erica did not show up at the North Porch of the White House to welcome the visiting British Crown Prince with Mr. President.However, Prince Charles, who had officially separated from Princess Diana a few years ago, naturally did not have a spouse to accompany him tonight.

In the evening, Mr. President and Prince Charles entered the White House through the north porch, and Lex Luthor's chief executive assistant found Erika and conveyed an invitation to her, "Mr. President hopes that you will appear in the yellow oval hall upstairs to participate in the His family cocktail party with the Crown Prince."

Erika apparently let the White House official down, she did not enter the yellow oval, but, like other guests of the state dinner, entered the East Room of the White House.

Because Mr. Holmes is here.

In the East Hall, the newly appointed chief of staff of the White House was chatting with the head of MI[-]. Mycroft Holmes looked polite and polite, but he was not gentle and friendly. He always lacked traces of emotion.

Until a young female voice came, "Mike—"

This is obviously a very endearing title. In fact, in the past forty or so years, only Mrs. Holmes, who gave him the name 'Mycroft', usually called him so.

Mycroft looked in the direction of the voice. The young girl in a golden dress looked like a diamond sculpture, perfect enough to be put in an art gallery.

The British government rarely showed an almost real smile, and even gracefully stretched out its arms to her. Erica immediately put his arms around him, but asked him, "Where is Xiali?"

"Prison or rehab." Mr. Holmes didn't seem too fond of her question.As for Erica's constant interest in her little uncle, Mycroft thinks it's probably not a good thing.

After all, she has personally stated the solution to 'incest' - just don't have children.

During the unsatisfactory conversation between Erica and McCoff, the chief of staff of the White House on one side seemed to be a little surprised—this sexy Hollywood stunner just fooled around with Mr. The spy chief is too close?

The newly appointed chief of staff of the White House obviously did not have enough intelligence information to cause some "major" misunderstandings.

Erica was still concerned about whether the consulting detective was in the White House, but before she could ask Mr. Holmes again, Mr. President and the British Crown Prince appeared in the East Room and led all the guests into the State Dining Room.

After Lex Luthor entered the White House, the State Banquet Hall would naturally not be in a simple style. On the classical narrow and long square banquet table, the seats were extremely particular, and the position meant power and status.

The most respected seats belong to Mr. President and First Lady, but Erica doesn't seem to be keen on this position. Lex thinks that some things are getting out of control.