[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman":3,"chapter-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-444":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1721950,2198,"Chapter 444 444 — The Black-and-White Witch","marvel-a-lazy-ass-superman-chapter-444",444,"\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For 40 advanced chapters, visit my Patreon:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patreon - Twilight_scribe1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Contrary to popular imagination, a fashion industry gathering wasn't filled with bizarre or outlandish outfits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was because Paris—capital of fashion—didn't chase avant-garde eccentricity the way London did. After all, the line between innovation and absurdity often came down to a designer's whim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, men focused on subtle flair layered onto formalwear—small, thoughtful details. Women leaned toward elegance and composure, with minimal exposure and restrained ornamentation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it wasn't yet Fashion Week, competition among designers had already begun beneath the surface. Attendees weren't wearing outdated pieces; rather, many outfits were designs that hadn't made it onto the runway due to theme mismatches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guest list extended beyond designers. Brand-affiliated models attended, as did actors and singers connected to the fashion world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were invited by brands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some came seeking endorsements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others simply wanted to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Givenchy and Philippe Venet arrived early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made no effort to hide his association with Henry and Charlize, introducing the couple openly to his circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though retired, Givenchy remained a towering figure. For someone whose currency was creativity, returning to the industry would only take a decision—whether the market accepted it was another matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, people treated him with a peculiar mix of reverence and caution:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They feared his return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet hoped to benefit from his prestige.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, respect prevailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even celebrities and models sought his approval—none dared show hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry and Charlize, however, did not receive the same courtesy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Henry, the otherwise ordinary cocktail party felt like a bumper car arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every few minutes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A \"careless\" waiter nearly spilling drinks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each offender would apologize profusely, feigning innocence, asking if anyone was hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasional bumps were normal in such gatherings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it happened every few minutes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn't coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Henry's Kryptonian senses turned him into a perfect bodyguard. Charlize avoided embarrassment entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chose not to retaliate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in such situations, both parties lose face—only one looks worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If others were willing to drag Charlize down, Henry refused to stoop to the same level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was here with a purpose—and with Givenchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reputation mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlize, on the other hand, nearly snapped more than once. She wasn't someone who tolerated bullying easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time, Henry quietly stopped her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Henry had a new understanding:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fashion world was a battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No gunfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no less dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he intercepted yet another \"accidental\" collision—this time stabilizing a waiter's tray mid-spill—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A commotion erupted outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some guests rushed toward the entrance, as if expecting a spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Givenchy remained still, sipping his drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's here,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came laughter—bold, unapologetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voluminous hair split black and white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fur coat—despite the summer season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red heels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long crimson gloves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fur itself was white with black spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her presence clashed violently with Parisian subtlety—loud, theatrical, impossible to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those who frowned couldn't help scrutinizing her outfit, searching for flaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved like a supermodel on a runway—exaggerated, deliberate, commanding attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few noticed the two figures behind her:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One tall and thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One short and stout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both impeccably dressed in tailored suits and tilted bowler hats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Individually stylish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Collectively overshadowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked straight to Givenchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without greeting, she extended her hand—adorned with a blue diamond ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Givenchy took it and performed a gentleman's hand-kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cruella,\" he said, \"your style is as striking as ever. Like an assault on the eyes. Spare an old man like me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pivoted smoothly, half leaning into his chest, gazing up with provocative ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old?\" she purred. \"Then marry me. I guarantee the rest of your life will be… spectacular.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I already have a husband,\" Givenchy replied, gently pushing her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were women who built fortunes through marriages and divorces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Givenchy, with his particular preferences, had no intention of becoming such a target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cruella spun away effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her attendants moved in perfect synchronization:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One handed her an extended cigarette holder—with a cigarette already placed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other flicked open a Zippo—click—and lit it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their coordination was flawless. Practiced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the 1990s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secondhand smoke was simply endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No smoking bans. No objections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In France, if you disliked the smell—you masked it with stronger perfume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cruella's cigarette drew no protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, a few smokers joined in. Even cigar enthusiasts took the opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True to form, Cruella didn't circulate or greet others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She anchored herself in front of Givenchy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her presence alone created a vacuum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others who wished to approach him hesitated—held back by the sheer force of her personality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room, for a moment, belonged entirely to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>🎉 Power Stone Goal Announcement! 🎉\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'll release one bonus chapter for every 500 Power Stones we hit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me know what should I do\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your support means everything—let's crush these goals together! 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