Contents ( 100)
- Contents
- PROLOGUE
- BEIJING CAPITAL INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
- PART ONE
- 1
- THE MANDARIN
- 2
- CUPERTINO, CALIFORNIA
- 3
- SCOTTS ROAD
- 4
- RIDOUT ROAD
- 5
- TYERSALL PARK
- 6
- MORTON STREET
- 7
- BELMONT ROAD
- 8
- DIAMOND BALLROOM, RITZ-CARLTON HOTEL
- 9
- THE LOCKE CLUB
- 10
- ARCADIA
- 11
- FOUR SEASONS BILTMORE
- 12
- ARCADIA
- PART TWO
- 1
- 2
- RACHEL AND NICK
- 3
- ASTRID
- 4
- THE BAOS
- 5
- CHARLIE
- 6
- CARLTON AND COLETTE
- 7
- NICK AND RACHEL
- 8
- COLETTE
- 9
- MICHAEL AND ASTRID
- 10
- THE BINGS
- 11
- CORINNA AND KITTY
- 12
- ASTRID
- 13
- SAVE THE SEAMSTRESS FASHION SHOW
- 14
- TRENTA
- 15
- 28 CLUNY PARK ROAD
- 16
- PARIS
- 17
- THE MANDARIN ORIENTAL
- 18
- THE SHANGRI-LA
- PART THREE
- 1
- SHEK O
- 2
- CHANGI AIRPORT
- 3
- JINXIAN LU
- 4
- RIVERSIDE VICTORY TOWERS
- 5
- PULAU CLUB
- 6
- IMPERIAL TREASURE RESTAURANT
- 7
- THE WEST LAKE
- 8
- NATIONAL LIBRARY OF CHINA
- 9
- RIDOUT ROAD
- 10
- QUEEN MARY HOSPITAL
- 11
- BUKIT BROWN CEMETERY
- 12
- MAR VISTA
- 13
- TRIUMPH TOWERS
- 14
- CENTRAL POLICE STATION
- 15
- RIDOUT ROAD
- 16
- 188 TAIYUAN ROAD
- 17
- NEWSPAPERS AROUND THE WORLD
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
FATHER OF THE YEAR: MICHAEL TEO
It’s hard to imagine someone with more of a charmed life than Michael Teo. The founder of one of Singapore’s most visionary companies has a picture-perfect family, a gorgeous house, and a growing collection of classic sports cars. Did we mention that he has the physique of a Calvin Klein underwear model and cheekbones you could cut diamonds on? Olivia Irawidjaya digs a little deeper, and discovers that there’s far more to the man than meets the eye…
“Do you know what this is?” Michael Teo asks as he points to an old yellowing document in a simple titanium frame hanging on the wall of his ultramodern dressing room, in between rows of bespoke suits from the likes of Brioni, Caraceni, and Cifonelli. I scrutinize the writing and discover to my astonishment that it’s signed “Abraham Lincoln.” “This is an original copy of the Emancipation Proclamation. There are only seven copies in existence and I own one of them,” Teo says proudly. “I’ve hung it right across from the mirrored wall in my closet so that I can see it every day while I’m putting on my clothes, and be reminded of who I am.”
It’s only fitting, since Teo is an emancipated man himself—a few years ago, he was a virtual unknown toiling away at his tech start-up in Jurong. This son of schoolteachers grew up “very middle class in Toa Payoh,” he shamelessly admits, but through hard work and perseverance gained a place at St. Andrew’s School, and from there became a standout commando in the Singapore Armed Forces.
“From the very beginning, Teo proved himself to be one of the bravest cadets of his generation,” his former commanding officer Major Dick Teo (no relation) recalls. “His endurance level was almost superhuman, but it was his intelligence that propelled him to the top of military intelligence.” Teo won a government scholarship to study computer engineering at the prestigious California Institute of Technology, and after graduating summa cum laude, he returned to work at the Ministry of Defence.
Another high-ranking official I spoke to, Lt. Col. Naveen Sinha, says, “I can’t tell you exactly what he did, because that’s classified information. But let’s just say that Michael Teo has been instrumental in helping to bolster our intelligence capabilities. We were sorry to see him go.”
What led Teo to leave a promising career with MINDEF to go into the private sector? “Love. I fell for a beautiful woman, got married, and decided that I needed to start acting like a married man—all the constant travel visiting army bases around the world and working through the night was no longer for me. Plus, I needed to build my own empire for the sake of my son and my wife,” Teo says, his piercing hawk-like eyes flickering with emotion.
When I quiz him about his wife, he remains somewhat evasive. “She prefers to stay out of the limelight.” Spying a black-and-white portrait of a stunning woman in his bedroom, I ask, “Is that her?” “Yes, but that was taken quite a few years ago,” he says. I take a closer look and discover that the photograph is signed “To Astrid—who still eludes me, Dick.” “Who’s ‘Dick,’ ” I ask? “It’s actually some photographer named Richard Burton who died awhile back,” Michael says. Wait a minute, was this picture taken by the legendary fashion photographer Richard Avedon? “Oh yeah, that’s his name.”