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“So how did they afford to buy that painting?” Lorena asked.

“They must be spending on overdraft. The banks all know how much he'll be worth one day, so they are only too happy to lend to him now,” Eleanor conjectured as she fiddled with a bejeweled Indian dagger.


Aiyoh
, so shameful! I can't imagine my son ever having to borrow money from a bank!” Carol moaned.

“Well, if you say he doesn't have any money right now, I can assure you that is what he must be doing. That's what one of Philip's cousins did. He was living like the Sultan of Brunei, and only when his father died did they realize he had mortgaged the house, mortgaged everything, to support his lifestyle and his two mistresses—one in Hong Kong and one in Taipei!” Eleanor said.

“Bernard has no money. He only gets about ten million a year to live on,” Carol confirmed.

“Well, definitely they must be borrowing heavily, because that Kitty seems to be spending like a
siow tsah bor
,”
*12
Daisy said. “What's that you're playing with, Elle?”

“It's some unusual Indian dagger,” Eleanor replied. It was actually
two daggers that went into opposite ends of a scabbard encrusted in cloudy, colorful gems, and she had flicked the latch open on one end and was absentmindedly sliding the small sharp knife in and out. Looking around for her hostess, she said, “Mrs. Singh, tell me about this lovely little weapon.”

Mrs. Singh, who was seated on the corner of a nearby divan chatting with another guest, glanced over for a moment.

“Oh that's not a weapon. It's a very ancient Hindu relic. Be careful not to open it, Eleanor, it's very bad luck! In fact, you shouldn't even be touching it. There is an evil spirit that's being held captive in there by the two knives, and a great misfortune will befall your firstborn if you unleash it. Now, we don't want anything to happen to dear Nicky, do we? So please leave that alone.”

The ladies looked at her in horror, and for one of the few times in her life, Eleanor was absolutely speechless.

*1
Hokkien for “troublesome.”

*2
Crazy Rich Chinese + Indonesia = Chindos

*3
Hokkien for “dog shit.”

*4
“Red hair” in Hokkien, this is a slang term used to refer to Caucasians of all stripes, even though the majority of Caucasians don't have red hair (or stripes).

*5
Although this Cantonese phrase means “Scares people to death,” it is used to describe anything that's gross or creepy.

*6
Hokkien for “You have such a good life.”

*7
Hokkien for “a very profitable business.”

*8
Malay for “toilet.”

*9
Hokkien for “Fifteenth Night,” a celebration held on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to mark the official end of New Year celebrations. On this evening, single ladies will cast oranges in the river under the full moon in the hopes of finding good husbands, while everyone else in Singapore starts planning their diets.

*10
Deep-fried milk dumplings soaked in a sweet rose syrup.

*11
Hokkien for “I couldn't give a damn.”

*12
Hokkien for “insane woman.”

8
DIAMOND BALLROOM, RITZ-CARLTON HOTEL

HONG KONG, MARCH 7, 2013

PINNACLE MAGAZINE
'S “SOCIAL SWELLS” COLUMN

by Leonardo Lai

Last night, a star-studded crowd lit up the Fifteenth Annual Ming Foundation Pinnacle Ball. The event is a labor of love for
Connie Ming
, the first wife of Hong Kong's second richest man
Ming Ka-Ching
, and the HK$25,000-per-seat tickets to this year's soiree sold fast when word got out that the
Duchess of Oxbridge
, a cousin of
H.M. Queen Elizabeth II
, would attend, and that the
Four Heavenly Kings
*1
would reunite to perform a tribute to legendary songstress
Tracy Kuan
, the recipient of this year's Lifetime Pinnacle Award.

The theme was “Nicholas and Alexandra,” the romantic yet ill-fated imperial couple of Russia, and there was no more perfect setting than the Ritz-Carlton Diamond Ballroom on the third floor of Hong Kong's tallest building. Guests arrived to find the space transformed into “St. Petersburg in Winter,” with an ocean of Swarovski crystal icicles dangling from the ceiling, birch trees covered in “snow,” and towering Fabergé egg centerpieces on every
table.
Oscar Liang
, the enfant terrible of Cantonese fusion cuisine, outdid himself with his succulent and inventive Ekaterinburg Pork—suckling pig riddled with truffle-infused gold-leaf “bullets” and thrown down a cellar chute before being flame-roasted over Russian coffee grounds.

In this fabulous setting, Hong Kong's most royal brought out all the big stones from their vaults. Hostess supreme Connie Ming wore a czar's ransom worth of canary diamonds with her custom strapless black-and-white beaded Oscar de la Renta gown,
Ada Poon
wore the famous Poon rubies against her rose chiffon couture Elie Saab, and China's biggest star,
Pan TingTing
, drew gasps of delight in the gossamer white Empire waist gown once worn by Audrey Hepburn in the film
War and Peace
. The
Kai brothers
got into a fistfight (again), and a crisis was narrowly averted when
Mrs. Y. K. Loong
was shown to the wrong table where the children from her late husband's second family were seated (the lawsuit to settle the estate resumes later this month). But all was forgotten by the time Tracy Kuan made her entrance on a reindeer sleigh pulled by eight six-pack-popping shirtless male models in Cossack uniforms. Tracy, in a white-fur-and-leather corset dress by Alexander McQueen enchanted the audience by singing three encores accompanied by the Four Heavenly Kings, who really sang live this time.

Also honored was Business Pinnacle of the Year
Michael Teo
, the ridiculously photogenic tech titan whose meteoric rise has been much talked about. After the stock price of his tiny software firm shot up higher than Mount Fuji two years ago, Michael took the proceeds and opened his own venture capital firm, which made gazillions more launching some of Asia's most winning digital start-ups, like Gong Simi?, the Singlish messaging app. The big question I have is where has Michael been hiding his beautiful Singaporean wife all this time? The doe-eyed
Astor Teo
looked absolutely ravishing in a wispy black lace number (vintage Fontana), though I wished there was more bling to her diamond-and-aquamarine earrings. (With all the money her husband has made lately, it's high time he upgraded her jewels!)

Sir Francis Poon
, who was awarded the Philanthropic Pinnacle Award, got the biggest surprise of the evening when
Mrs. Bernard Tai
(aka the former soap star Kitty Pong), overcome with
emotion from Sir Francis's touching slide show about his medical rescue missions, rushed onstage and shocked the crowd by spontaneously announcing a $20 million gift to his foundation! Mrs. Tai wore a scene-stealing scarlet Guo Pei gown with what looked like a billion dollars' worth of emeralds and a six-foot-long train made out of peacock feathers. But it sure looks like she won't need any feathers to soar to new social heights.

• • •

Astrid settled into a club chair at the SilverKris Lounge at Hong Kong International Airport, waiting for her flight to Los Angeles to begin boarding. She got out her iPad to do a final check of e-mails, and an instant message popped up.

CHARLIE WU:
Good seeing you last night.

ASTRID LEONG TEO:
Likewise.

CW:
What are you up to today? Lunch possible?

ALT:
Sorry, I'm already at the airport.

CW:
Such a short trip!

ALT:
Yes, that's why I didn't call you beforehand. This was a one-nighter on my way to LA.

CW:
Your hubby buying up another Silicon Valley company this week?

ALT:
No, hubby's already back in S'pore. I'm going to California for Nicky's wedding in Montecito. (Shh! It's a secret, and no one in my family knows I'm going except my cousin Alistair, who's traveling with me.)

CW:
So Nicky's finally marrying that girl everyone couldn't stop talking about a couple of years ago?

ALT:
Yes, Rachel. She's great.

CW:
Please give him my congratulations. Michael's not going to the wedding?

ALT:
It would have looked too suspicious if both of us ran off to the U.S. so soon after our last trip. BTW, he was thrilled to meet you last night. Apparently he's a huge fan of yours and couldn't believe I was the one making the introductions.

CW:
Did he not know we were once engaged?!?

ALT:
Of course, but I don't think it really clicked in his mind until
last night. He associates you with his tech crowd, so he couldn't really conceive of the two of us actually knowing each other. You really boosted my street cred!

CW:
He's a nice chap. And congrats again on his award. He's really made some smart moves.

ALT:
You should have told him that! Why were you being so quiet last night?

CW:
Was I?

ALT:
You hardly said a thing and looked like you couldn't wait to run off.

CW:
I was trying to avoid Connie Ming, who's already trying to commit me to underwriting next year's ball! And I guess I wasn't expecting to see you there.

ALT:
Of course I would be there to support Michael!

CW:
Yes, but I thought you didn't do charity galas, especially in Hong Kong. Wasn't it the rule in your family never to attend these big to-dos?

ALT:
The rule is more relaxed now that I'm a boring housewife. When I was younger, my parents didn't want pictures of me appearing everywhere for their paranoid security reasons, and they didn't want me to associate with the fast party crowd—the “International Chinese Trash” as Mum called it.

CW:
People like me.

ALT:
LOL!

CW:
Last night was especially bad. Lots of people your mum wouldn't approve of.

ALT:
It wasn't so bad.

CW:
Really? I saw you were seated at Ada Poon's table.

ALT:
Okay, I confess—THAT was awful.

CW:
Hahaha!

ALT:
Ada and her
tai tai
*2
friends totally froze me out for the first hour.

CW:
Did you tell them you were from Singapore?

ALT:
Michael's bio was in the programme, and everyone knew I was his wife. I know Hong Kongers have become a bit touchy ever since Singapore's airport was voted the world's best.

CW:
Well, in my opinion we still have better shopping at our airport. Who needs a free cinema or an orchid garden when you can go from Loewe to Longchamp in less than ten steps? Anyway, the real reason the ladies gave you the cold shoulder was because you didn't go to St. Paul's, St. Stephen's, or Diocesan's. They didn't know where to rank you in their hierarchy.

ALT:
But there is such a thing as common courtesy. We're at an event for charity, for chrissake. All the ladies could not stop trying to outdo each other bragging about the huge fines they all had to pay on their illegal basements. It was such a bore. But then after the duchess made her speech, she came right up to my table and said, “Astrid! I thought that was you! What are you doing here? I'm seeing your parents for lunch next week at Stoker and Amanda's. Will you be at Chatsworth too?” And that's all it took. Suddenly the
tai tais
could not leave me alone.

CW:
I bet they couldn't!

ALT:
Hong Kong women fascinate me. The style here really is so different than in Singapore. It's a studied opulence that's just breathtaking to behold. I don't think I've seen SO MUCH jewelry in one room at one time. Truly felt like the Russian Revolution, when all the aristocrats were fleeing the country with every piece of jewelry they had, some sewn into their clothing.

CW:
They really piled it on, didn't they? What did you think of all those tiaras?

ALT:
I don't think a woman should wear a tiara unless it's been in her family for several generations.

CW:
Not sure if you look at our gossip columns, but there is this fool named Leonardo Lai…

ALT:
Haha, yes! My cousin Cecilia just sent me the article.

CW:
Leonardo obviously had NO CLUE who you were and couldn't even get your name right, but he's apparently concerned that you don't have enough jewelry. LOL!

ALT:
I'm so glad he misspelled my name! Mum would be furious to see me in the gossip columns. I guess Leonardo wasn't impressed by pieces from the actual Imperial collection—my earrings used to belong to Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna.

CW:
Of course they did. I noticed them immediately—they looked like something I would have bought you back in our London days, from that little vintage jewelry shop in the Burlington Arcade that you loved poking around in. You were the best-dressed woman at the ball, no contest.

ALT:
You're too sweet. But come on, I did not go all out like some of those Hong Kong fashionistas who wore specially commissioned gowns in the style of Catherine the Great or whomever.

CW:
You've always dressed to please yourself—that's precisely why you looked great. You and Kitty Pong, of course.

ALT:
You're funny. I actually thought she looked fantastic! Her dress was very Josephine Baker.

CW:
She was naked except for all those feathers and emeralds.

ALT:
The dress worked. But stealing the spotlight from Francis Poon was rather shameless. I was afraid poor old Francis was going to have a heart attack when she rushed onstage and grabbed the microphone from him while he was trying to make his speech!

CW:
Ada Poon should have jumped up and slapped Kitty Pong just like any good third wife would.

ALT:
She was too weighed down by all that jewelry to do any jumping.

CW:
I really do wonder what's happened to Bernard Tai. Why is Kitty everywhere but he's not? Is he even still alive?

ALT:
She's probably got him chained up in a dungeon somewhere with a ball gag in his mouth!

CW:
Astrid Leong! You shock me!

ALT:
Sorry, I've been reading too much Marquis de Sade lately. Dare I ask where YOUR wife was? Am I ever going to meet the legendary Isabel Wu?

CW:
Isabel is too snotty to go to events like these. She only goes to two or three of the old-guard balls every year.

ALT:
LOL! Old-guard balls. I don't even want to tell you what just came into my head!

CW:
Sir Francis Poon?

ALT:
You're terrible! Oh—my cousin's waving me over. It's boarding time.

CW:
Why you still fly commercial I'll never understand.

ALT:
We're Leongs, that's why. My dad thinks it would be shameful if the family is seen flying private since he is a “public servant.” And he claims it's far safer in a big commercial airliner than in a small one.

CW:
I think it's much safer on your own plane, with a dedicated ground crew. You get there in half the time and feel less jet lag.

ALT:
I don't ever get jet lag, remember? Also, we don't have Charlie Wu $$$.

CW:
That's a funny one! You Leongs could buy me for breakfast any day. Anyway, have a good flight.

ALT:
Nice chatting. Next time we're in HK, I promise I'll give you more notice.

CW:
Okay.

ALT:
Michael and I will take you to dinner. There's this great Teochew place in Hutchison House that my cousin keeps telling me about.

CW:
No, no, no—my town, my treat.

ALT:
We'll fight about it later. xo.

Charlie logged off his computer and swiveled his chair around to face the window. From his office on the fifty-fifth floor of
Wu
thering Towers he had a sweeping view of the harbor and could see every eastbound flight that departed out of Hong Kong International Airport. He stared into the horizon, scanning each plane that was taking off, searching for Astrid's.
I should never have IM'd her today
, he told himself.
Why in the world do I keep doing this to myself? Every time I hear her voice, every time I read an e-mail or even exchange a text with her, it's pure torture. I tried to stop. I tried to leave her alone. But seeing her again for the first time in so long, entering the room in nothing but black lace against glowing bare skin, I was just hit so hard by her beauty
.

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