I’m in Hollywood

That's the point, continued the paparazzi, on the surface they're both Williams' women, but behind the scenes they're a gay couple. Think about it, if it came to light, Eric William Will James feel like he's being tricked and throw a tantrum?

Carmen Keith's listless eyes suddenly lit up.

Although homosexuality is very common in the fashion circle, a big man like Eric Williams will definitely not tolerate the two Sayuris being false and condescending to himself.

The reason why Gisele Bundchen was able to bully himself unscrupulously was not always supported by Eric Williams. If she was abandoned by Eric Williams, her predicament would be solved.

Thinking of this, Carmen Case wanted to pick up the stack of photos and open it again.

But this time, the photo was also held down by a hand, and then the paparazzi's voice: Miss Kath, don't forget what you promised, you still need to pay me $100,000.

Thinking that some of the savings she had managed to save over the years were about to be taken away, Carmen Keith suddenly felt a little distressed.

Biting her lip lightly, she quickly sat up straight, made her tone stronger again, shook her head and said, No, it's not enough, you have to put these things in the newspaper.

The paparazzi also shook their heads and argued: Miss Casey, this is not within the scope of our original agreement. You said that if I get what you need, you will give me another $100,000. Now I have completed what I want. made.

Carmen Keith fell silent for a moment.

If you just get the photos, you don't have any channels to spread these things out.

The paparazzi paused for a moment, seeing that she didn't speak, then continued: However, Miss Kath, I can help you complete the last step, find an influential newspaper to publish these things, of course, this is also charged .

Carmen Case hesitated, then shook her head and said, I'm out of money.

The paparazzi said, I just saw you drive a Chrysler here.

Carmen Keith suddenly got a little angry, how could there be such a greedy person who not only took all his money, but even wanted his own car.

That's my last thing.

The New York Post, said the paparazzi, who didn't care about her emotions: This is the most influential gossip newspaper in New York, with a daily circulation of more than 500,000 copies. If these photos were published in the New York Post, Eric Williams will be the first to know.

Carmen Keith only occasionally flips through fashion magazines in private, and has never paid attention to gossip newspapers such as the New York Post. However, she feels that paparazzi will obviously not lie to herself about such things that are easily exposed. .

She is a very decisive girl, but after hesitating for a moment, she nodded and said, Okay, I promise you. However, I have to see these photos appear in the New York Post before I can take the car Here you go, and the last $100,000.

This can't be done, the paparazzi insisted, with a very principled look: I have sent the photo to you,

So, you should pay me what I deserve. As for publication, I can guarantee you will see the press release in the New York Post tomorrow morning.

Biting her lip subconsciously again, and after a moment of silence, Carmen Keith took out the prepared money from her satchel and pushed towards the paparazzi with a cold expression.

Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate, the paparazzi didn't check, and quickly collected the money, then pointed to the photo on the desktop: Miss Casey, do you need to keep a backup?

She wanted to say she didn't need it, but out of the last bit of caution, she silently put away the photos on the desktop.

Back in his apartment, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't want to do anything, so he huddled on the bed without taking off his clothes, staring at the lamp by the bedside in a daze.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, the sky was already bright.

Thinking of what was about to happen today, I managed to get some energy again, and went downstairs after washing up.

Looking at the Chrysler sedan that was parked on the side of the road, he suddenly lost his interest in finding a place to eat breakfast.

After getting into the car and sitting for a while, the street started to become lively, and then she regained her senses, looked left and right, reached out and took off the doll pendant hanging from the front window of the car and stuffed it into her pocket.

A taxi pulled up slowly nearby, and the paparazzi got out of the car, noticing that she happened to be sitting in the car, and came over and knocked on the window.

Carmen Case pushed open the door to get out of the car, and the paparazzi handed over a newspaper.

The entertainment version is very prominent, and the title is also very eye-catching.

Supermodel Gisele Bundchen Comes Out and Kisses Her Girlfriend in Public.

She didn't believe it so easily. She went to a nearby convenience store and bought a new copy of the New York Post. After confirming that the news was correct, she handed a bunch of car keys to the paparazzi.

The paparazzi was very well prepared, took the key, took out a few pieces of A4 paper, and said, Miss Casey, you need to sign this transfer document.

Carmen Case didn't want to say a word to the other party, so she wrote her name on the document hastily, and walked straight to the apartment building where she lived.

Your troubles should be gone.

Some people thought with relief, but she couldn't get too excited for a while, and planned to sleep well, preferably until tomorrow.

tomorrow is a new day.

However, not long after lying down on the bed, the phone rang.

Looking at the display, it was Paul Rowland who called, so he sat up and pressed the connect button.

Before he had time to say anything, there was already an exasperated roar from there.

She listened to the roar from the opposite side with her head dazed. After three minutes, there was a beeping busy tone on the phone, and she sorted out some scattered words from Paul Roland just now in her mind.

Do you want to kill me?

Bichi.

idiot.

Why make up your own mind?

You were fired.

Before she could react too much, the phone rang again. It was her agency in Paris who called. The other party's message was also very simple, and she was fired.

This is not the end. After a while, she also called the small brokerage company in her own country, because she was discovered by the small company at the beginning. The relationship between the two parties has always been good, and the other party has been acting as an agent. Some of her affairs in Estonia.

The news from there was also not good, and she was fired again.

However, because the two sides have always had a good relationship, the other party explained a few more words, but they were also ambiguous, only that they were under a lot of pressure.

Finally realizing something, the fear deep in my heart suddenly spread.

Walking on the street like a walking corpse, looking at the traffic in the middle of the road, she suddenly thought of an afternoon when she was thirteen years old.

It was 1991, and suddenly Estonia was chaotic, as if the whole of Eastern Europe was chaotic.

She came home from school and was walking on the familiar road. There was a sound of shaking on the ground in the distance, and then she saw the soldiers of the brigade and several tanks driving towards her. She didn't know what happened, but she was so frightened that she hurriedly hid in the culvert under the small bridge next to her, shivering as she heard the sound of cars and footsteps.

It was not until the army had passed by for a long time that she dared to climb out of the culvert.

The simple concrete bridge had obvious cracks because it was run over by a tank. At that time, she felt that she was likely to be crushed under the bridge.

Since that day, she has wanted to leave Estonia.

Leave anyway.

Then left.

Then I discovered that there is no place in this world that is heaven.

Perhaps, only the dead can go to heaven.

It's so unfair.

She came to an intersection in a trance, looking at the dazzling red on the traffic lights, she hesitated whether to go straight over.

A taxi just stopped by the side. After the passenger got off the bus, the driver looked at her a few times and asked, Miss, do you want to take the taxi?

So he sat up.

The driver turned the steering wheel, started walking, and then asked, Miss, where are you going?

where to go?

Thinking of a more familiar place name in her mind recently, she said, Bukeshville, Maryland.

The driver laughed and said, Sorry, miss, this is a taxi, and I don't provide witch exploration services.

Then, just keep going.

Go all the way? The driver looked ahead, it was an east-west street: There is no end to it, you can even drive to Long Island.

She took out her wallet from her pocket, which contained her last few hundred dollars, so she took it all out, handed it over, and said, Go ahead.

The driver took the bits and pieces of several hundred dollar bills and realized it was another girl in a bad mood.

Pretty girls are always playful.

The driver didn't have a hard time with money, and the stack of money in his hand was equivalent to his entire day's income.

So I quickly stepped on the accelerator.

It's like taking a beautiful girl for a ride.

Such an opportunity has never been encountered by a middle-aged driver who has a wife and two children to support, and it is estimated that it is a good experience.

The taxi quickly left Manhattan, crossed the Williamsburg Bridge, entered Brooklyn, and headed east, past John F. Kennedy International Airport, and further on, the buildings on both sides of the road gradually began to sparse, but also more delicate.

The driver had also been to Long Island, so he knew that Route 27 could go straight to the end of Long Island, so he didn't mean to change lanes and drove straight on.

Occasionally, I would try to chat with the girl in the back seat, but the other party was very cold, and the driver didn't make fun of himself.

More than three hours later, the cab stopped near the lighthouse at the end of Long Island.

Seeing her getting out of the car, the driver stuck his head out with concern: Miss, why don't I take you back, there's no car to be found here.

She shook her head, took out her phone and shook it towards the driver, saying, I'll ask my friend to pick me up.

The driver looked around and saw a private horse farm not far away, where some people could be faintly seen, and the surroundings were very empty. It would not be dangerous for a girl to come here, so he nodded and started the car to leave.

Seeing the taxi disappear, she smiled lonely.

no friends.

She does have some friends in Europe, but she has only been in New York for half a year, and most of the time she is working, so she has no chance to make friends at all.

There is time now.

Looking around, she tightened her black trench coat, left the asphalt road, and staggered through the withered vines to the nearest coast.

Came to the coast, picked an open space and sat down.

Although it was February, but near noon, the sun was just right, but it didn't feel too cold.

There was no warmth in my heart.

Staring blankly at the blue sea in the sun, I felt the light was a bit dazzling, so I buried my face between my knees.

No one can see.

The sun can't be seen either.

So tears flowed down.

I don't know how long I cried, groggy, and even a little sleepy.

Probably dying.

In the haze, I felt like there were footsteps around me.

I don't know if it was those footsteps from many years ago.

But she raised her head alertly.

Appearing beside him was a petite figure.

This is a little girl, seven or eight years old.

Blonde hair, big eyes, wearing a pink down jacket, camel leather boots on his feet, holding a box in his hand, he was looking at himself curiously.

Why is there a little girl here?

Is it an angel?

Take yourself to heaven.

It turns out that angels have no wings.

Looking around, not far away, a tall and strong man wearing sunglasses stood there quietly, with his hands folded in front of him, without any intention of stepping forward.

Seeing her looking at the big man, the little girl finally said, That's Aaron, Dad's bodyguard.

She sniffed lightly, knowing that she must be in a very embarrassed state now, she reached out and touched her face, but the little girl quickly took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and handed it over.

Thank you, she said softly, and some of the precautions and vigilance in her heart disappeared.

Taking out a tissue and wiping her cheeks, she asked the little guy beside her, What's your name?

Emma, the little girl squatted down beside her, her eyes sparkling: How about you?

Carmen, she replied.

I know, this is the name of an opera.

No, that's my name.

Well, the little girl said without arguing with her, there is also a movie called Emma's name.

She smiled slightly and asked, Emma, ​​why are you here?

Grandpa Geoffrey sent a few foals over, and they were fostered in that horse farm. Dad brought us to ride today, and there's BBQ, the little girl said, suddenly remembering something, and handing over the box in her hand : Carmen, do you want something to eat?

I, she wanted to shake her head, but reached out to take it and said, Thank you.

In the box was a roasted chicken leg and a sausage. Although it was a little cold, she picked up the bamboo stick without hesitation and carefully brought it to her mouth.

Emma looked visibly happy when she saw her start eating.

So I was a little curious and said, What's wrong?

You've been sitting here for a long time, I think you must be very hungry, Emma said in a clear voice, However, Dad said that beautiful girls don't eat, so I made a bet with Dad and Dad lost. .