"Why? We have a cook." Ethan replied as he walked over to sit on the bar. Pupu, at that moment, chose to walk in and jumped on Ethan, his tail wagging in excitement. Kylie laughed, seeing how Pupu was jealous of her and Ethan's relationship. This was how life was supposed to be: simple and happy.

Later that night, while both were relaxing in their bed, Kylie turned to Ethan and spoke, "Tomorrow I'm going to shoot the cover of Extreme Luxury. It may take two days."

Ethan frowned, "The shooting is directly after signing the contract?"

Kylie nodded in response. "Yeah, I guess so."

"I know you'll be the best," Ethan replied, seeing the apprehension in his wife's eyes.

***

A rainy period in August made the air smell fresh and lush. The environment seemed peaceful and happy. However, loud noises could be heard from within the Finch household. Khloe knocked down all the vases and porcelain in the parlor room with pure rage. The thought of Kylie signing the contract Tomorrow made her blood boil in anger! That should be her signing the contract, not her bitch of a sister! 

When Laurence arrived home, the first thing he saw was his wife, Alice, wiping her tears while sitting on the sofa. Laurence rushed forward, but she stopped him, "Don't come near me! I'm telling you, if anything happens to Khloe, I'm not going to live either... You can enjoy your life with your rebellious daughter as if we never existed in your life..."

Laurence frowned, "Lin, calm down...nothing is going to happen." However, he was interrupted by a loud bang. Rushing inside, he stopped in horror as he saw the mess Khloe had made.

"What are you doing? Calm down! Are you trying to hurt yourself?" Laurence cried out to his daughter.

"Oh, now you are afraid I'll get hurt!! Where were you when we watched Kylie snatch my cover! You did nothing!" Khloe screamed back.

"Dear, it's just a cover. You still have lots of chances. I've been negotiating better contracts for you. Don't waste your time with Kylie. It doesn't mean anything, even if she did take the cover. She is not going to shoot to fame, and she doesn't have that talent while you do!" Laurence's heart ached as he tried to pacify his daughter. 

I'm not going to give up fucking, Khloe thought to herself. I don't care if my father does not support me. I'm NOT going to let Kylie win! Khloe smiled at what Lucas had relayed to her. He had posted Kylie's schedule online and hired some fake fans to make trouble for Kylie. Khloe wanted Kylie to be the most humiliated cover character ever for Extreme Luxury.

Kylie was nervous; butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach as she donned her evening dress for the shooting. She fingered the fine fabric and turned to Faith, "Where did you even get this?"

"Don't you already know? Lord Ethan arranged for this dress from Givenchy to be custom made for you just for this event!" Faith gushed as she raked her hands through the lightweight and sheer fabric.

"You are one lucky girl," Faith said just as Ethan pushed open the door and came inside. He took a look at Faith and smiled at her statement while winking at Kylie. Faith quietly exited the room and smirked as she saw Ethan raking his eyes over Kylie's behind.

Kylie turned around and smiled sweetly at him, standing tall and proud like a Greek God. 

Ethan pursed his lips and strode forward with purpose, held Kylie in her arms, and lowered his head, "I want to ravish you...and..."

Kylie chuckled while melting into his embrace. She turned around and dropped a gentle kiss on his lips. "It's time to go..."

Ethan nodded and stepped back, "Good luck, love. I know you'll be great! Just believe in yourself." Kylie nodded firmly.

Holding Ethan's arm, she walked down the stairs. The figure for them was like straight out of a magazine already, so harmonious and perfect. Walking down the stairs, Ethan was like the king of the night, controlling everything in the world while Kylie was like a bright pearl, shining at night and bringing sanctity to the world.

Faith was dumbfounded as she stood at the base. "What a perfect match...Kylie found a treasure," thought Faith. Later, Kylie got in the car with Faith. "The time to walk the red carpet is nine, and we will be good if we can arrive five minutes ahead of schedule." Kylie nodded as she checked her phone simultaneously.

"Okay, so that bitch Khloe hired some fake fans to heckle you at 3 o'clock at the hotel. They've even got a plan, some fake fans will make trouble, and some will pretend to be passers-by and to make a live broadcast." Faith spoke up quietly.

Kylie looked up sharply, "How do you know this is true?"

"I work in the show biz, of course, I have to know the stars' first-hand information. I have got a lot of different accounts. Plus, I have my ways," Faith winked back.

Kylie smiled, "Okay, thanks for letting me know," she replied, shaking her head at Khloe's stupid plan.

As Faith's arrangement, Kylie arrived at the signing site five minutes early and walked the red carpet under the attention of the reporters and photographers. There was a reason for the 5-minute early arrangement. If Kylie arrived too early, it would appear to be too humble. But if she arrived late, she would be criticized for the snubbing. And as soon as she stepped out, the yelling started.

"Kylie, did you apologize publicly in order to gain sympathy and then snatched Khloe's cover?"

"Khloe posted a few photos of her crying on Instagram. As an elder sister, did you always bully her?"

"Kylie, you don't have any experience of shooting a magazine cover. Do you think you can meet the requirements of the photographers?"

Kylie kept smiling, not reacting to any of the questions. Soon, the personnel of Extreme Luxury came forward, and she simply followed their arrangements, all the while keeping a bright smile on her face.