I’m in Hollywood Chapter 1097: Last thing
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"This is the key," paparazzi continued: "On the surface, they are all Williams women, but in private, they are a homosexual couple. Think about it, if this matter is exposed, will Eric Williams Feel like you were being fooled, and then furious? "
Carmen Casey ’s eyes, which have always been listless since these days, suddenly light up.
Although homosexuality in fashion circles is very common, big guys like Eric Williams will certainly not tolerate two Sayuri being fooled by themselves.
The reason why Gisele · Bündchen can bully yourself unscrupulously is not that Eric Williams is behind them. If she was abandoned by Eric Williams, her dilemma would be solved.
Thinking so, Carmen Case wants to pick up the stack of photos again and turn it over.
But this time, the photo was also held by one hand, and then the voice of paparazzi: "Miss Kathy, do n’t forget what you promised, you still need to pay me 100,000 USD."
Remembering that some of the savings that he had saved over the years would have to be taken away, Carmen Case suddenly felt distressed.
Gently bit her lip, she quickly sat up straight, let her tone strong again, and shook her head: "No, this is not enough, you must put these things on newspaper."
paparazzi also shook his head and said, "Miss Kathy, this is not within our original agreement. You said, I got what you need, and you give me 100,000 USD. Now I have finished myself To do. "
Carmen Case suddenly fell silent.
If you just get the photos, you do n’t have any channels to spread these things out.
paparazzi paused for a moment, only to see her not talking before continuing: "However, Miss Kathy, I can help you to complete the last step, find a very influential newspaper to publish these things, of course, this is the same Is charged. "
Carmen Case hesitated and shook his head: "I have no money."
paparazzi said: "I just watched you drive a Chrysler."
Carmen Casey was suddenly angry. How could such a greedy person not only take away all his money, but even wanted his own car.
"That's my last thing."
"" New York Post "," paparazzi did not care about her emotions, said: "This is the most influential gossip newspaper New York, a single day circulation exceeds 500,000 copies, if these photos are published in" New York Post ", Eric Williams will Get the news in a moment. "
Carmen Casey only occasionally glanced at the fashion magazine, and did not pay attention to gossip newspaper such as "New York Post", but she felt that paparazzi obviously would not lie to this kind of thing that is easily punctured .
She was a very decisive girl, but hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "Well, I promise you. However, I must first see these photos appear on" New York Post " The car is for you, and the last 100,000 USD. "
"This is not enough," paparazzi insisted, with a principled look: "I have sent the photo to you, so you should pay what I deserve. As for publishing, I can guarantee that tomorrow You can see the press release on "New York Post" in the morning. "
Subconsciously biting her lip again and silent for a moment, Carmen Keith pulled out the money she had prepared in advance from her shoulder bag, and pushed her face coldly towards paparazzi.
"So, happy cooperation," paparazzi did not check, and collected the money easily, and then pointed to the photo on the desktop: "Miss Kathy, do you need to keep a backup?"
I want to say that I do n’t need it, but with the last hint of caution, she silently put away the photos on the desktop.
Going back to his apartment, his thoughts were messy and he did n’t want to do anything, so he shrank on the bed without taking off his clothes, staring at the lamp at the head of the bed in a daze.
I do n’t know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, the sky was already bright.
Thinking about what is going to happen today, I reluctantly rejuvenated myself and went downstairs after washing.
Look at the Chrysler car that I parked on the side of the road, and suddenly there is no interest in finding a place to have breakfast.
Drilled into the car and sat there for a while, and the streets began to become lively, before she recovered, looked around, reached out and took the doll pendant hanging from the front window of the car, and put it in her pocket. in.
A taxi stopped slowly nearby. The paparazzi got off the car and noticed that she happened to be sitting in the car, so she came over and knocked on the window.
Carmen Casey pushed the car door and got off, paparazzi handed over a copy of newspaper.
The entertainment version is very eye-catching and the title is also very eye-catching.
"supermodel Gisele · Bündchen came out and kissed his girlfriend in public."
No, it ’s so easy to believe. She came to the nearby convenience store and bought a new copy of "New York Post". After confirming that the information was correct, she handed a bunch of car keys to paparazzi.
paparazzi was very well prepared. After receiving the key, he took out several A4 sheets and said: "Miss Kathy, you need to sign a name on this transfer document."
Carmen Case did n’t want to say anything to the other party. He wrote his name on the document and went straight to the apartment building where he lived.
The troubles in yourself should disappear.
I was a little relieved to think, but she could n’t get too much excitement for a while. She planned to take a good night ’s sleep, preferably until tomorrow.
Tomorrow is another day.
It's just that it didn't take long for me to lie down on the bed and the ringtone of the phone rang.
Looking at the display screen, Paul · Roland called, so he sat up and pressed the switch button.
Without the time to say anything, there was already a roar of anger and ruin.
His head was listening to the roaring on the other side for three minutes, and a busy tone came from the phone before she sorted out some scattered words of Paul Roland.
"Do you want to kill me?"
"bitch."
"Idiot."
"Why make your own claims?"
"You are fired."
Before there was too much time to respond, the ringtone of the mobile phone rang again. It was her agent at Paris. The other party ’s information was also very simple, and she was fired.
It ’s not over yet. After a while, she called the small Brokerage Firm in her own country because she was dug by that small company. The relationship between the two parties has been good, and the other party has always been Acting for her affairs in Estonia.
The same bad news came from there, she was fired again.
However, because the relationship between the two parties has been good, the other party explained a few more words, but they were also ambiguous, but said that they were under a lot of pressure.
I finally realized what was happening, and the fear deep inside suddenly spread.
The walking dead generally came to the street, looking at the traffic in the middle of the road, but she suddenly thought of an afternoon when she was 13 years old.
It was 1991, and Estonia suddenly became chaotic, as if the entire Eastern Europe was chaotic.
She came home from school and walked on the familiar road. From the distance, there was a vibration from the ground, and then she saw the soldiers of the brigade and several tanks approaching herself. She didn't know what was happening, but she was so scared that she hid in a culvert under the small bridge next to her, listening to the sound of footsteps and trembling.
Until the army passed a long time, she dared to crawl out of the culvert.
Because the simple concrete bridge was run over by the tank, there were obvious cracks. She felt at that time that she was almost likely to be crushed under the bridge.
Since that day, she has always wanted to leave Estonia.
Leave anyway.
Then left.
And then I found out that there is no place in this world that is paradise.
Perhaps only people who die can go to heaven.
It's really unfair.
expression came to a crossroad in a trance, looking at the dazzling red on the traffic light. She hesitated whether she would go straight over.
A taxi stopped right next to it. After the passenger got off the bus, the driver glanced at her and asked, "Miss, do you want to take the car?"
So he sat up.
The driver crossed the steering wheel and started walking, and then asked, "Miss, where are you going?"
Where to go?
Recalling a place name that is more familiar in her mind recently, she said: "Buxville, Maryland."
The driver laughed and said: "Sorry, miss, I am a taxi and do not provide witch adventure services."
"Then, keep driving forward."
"Always going forward?" The driver looked ahead, this is an east-west street: "There is no end, and even forward to Long Island."
Take out her wallet from her pocket, which contains her last few hundred USD, so she took it all out and handed it over, saying: "Go forward."
The driver took a few hundred pieces of USD banknotes and realized that this was another girl in a bad mood.
Beautiful girls always play with a little temperament.
The driver did n’t get along with the money either, and the stack of money in his hand was equivalent to his entire day ’s income.
So he stepped on the accelerator briskly.
Just take a ride with a beautiful girl.
This kind of opportunity, a middle-aged driver who has already had a wife and two children who need to feed in his middle age, has never encountered it. It is estimated to be a good experience.
The taxi quickly left Manhattan, crossed the William Sprague Bridge, and entered Brooklyn, all the way east, passing John · Kennedy International Airport, and then onwards, the buildings on both sides of the road gradually began to be sparse, but also more and more refined .
The driver has also been to Long Island, so I know that Highway 27 can go directly to the end of Long Island, so there is no intention of changing lanes, and I went straight.
Occasionally, he will try to chat with the girl in the back seat, but the other party is very cold, and the driver no longer asks for fun.
More than three hours later, the taxi stopped near the lighthouse at the end of Long Island.
When she saw her get off, the driver leaned her head with concern: "Miss, if I take you back, I can't find any car here."
She shook her head, took out her phone and shook it towards the driver, saying: "I will let my friend pick me up."
The driver looked around, not far away was a private horse farm, where some people could be seen faintly, and the surroundings were also very empty. I wanted a girl to be here without any danger, so nodded and started the car to leave .
She saw a lonely smile as the taxi disappeared.
How can there be any friends.
She had some friends in Europe, but she only came to New York for half a year. Most of the time she was working, there was no chance to make friends.
Now I have time.
Looking around, she tightened her black trench coat, left the asphalt road, and staggered through the yellow grass to the nearest shore.
Come to the shore and sit down in an open space.
Although it was February, it was near noon and the sun was just right, but I did n’t feel too cold.
I don't feel any warmth in my heart.
Looking dullly at the blue sea under the sun, feeling the light dazzling, he buried his face between his knees.
No one can see it.
The sun is also invisible.
So the tears shed.
I do n’t know how long I have been crying, and I feel drowsy or even a little sleepy.
It may be dying.
In the mist, I feel footsteps around me.
I do n’t know if it was the footsteps of many years ago.
But she raised her head alertly.
A petite figure appeared beside me.
This is a little girl, seven or eight years old.
Blond hair, big eyes, wearing a pink down jacket, stepped on camel little leather boots, holding a box in his hand, looking at himself curiously.
Why is there a little girl here?
Is it an angel?
Take yourself to heaven.
The angel has no wings.
Looking around, not far away, a strong man with a tall body of sunglasses stood there quietly, his hands crossed in front of him, without any meaning of stepping forward.
When the little girl saw her looking at the big man, she finally said, "That's Aaron, the bodyguard of Papa."
She gently sniffed her nose and knew that she must be in a state of embarrassment. She reached out and touched her face, but the little girl quickly took out a box of paper towel from her pocket and handed it over.
"Thank you," she said so softly, and some of the precautions and vigilance in her heart disappeared.
Withdrawing paper towel and rubbing her cheeks, she asked the little fellow beside her: "What is your name?"
"Emma," the little girl squatted down beside her, her eyes sparkling: "What about you?"
"Carmen," she replied.
"I know, this is the name of an opera."
"No, this is my name."
"Well," the little girl did not argue with her, saying: "There are also movies, named Emma."
She smiled softly and asked, "Emma, why are you here?"
"Grandpa Jeffrey brought a few foals and came to foster care on that horse farm. Papa took us to ride horses today, as well as the BBQ," the little girl said, suddenly remembering something, and handing the box Come here: "Carmen, do you want to eat?"
"I," she wanted to shake her head, but then reached over and took it over, saying: "Thank you."
In the box was a roasted chicken leg and a sausage. Although it was a bit cold, she still took the bamboo stick without hesitation and carefully delivered it to her mouth.
Emma looks very happy when she starts eating.
So I was curious and said, "What's wrong?"
"You have been sitting here for a long time, I think you must be very hungry," Emma voice is crisp, said: "However, Papa said that beautiful girls do not eat anything, I will bet with Papa, Papa Lost. "