Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

"What conditions?"

Pallister straightened her chest and said confidently.

Robb turned a blind eye: "First, I hope Paris will tell your father and transfer the reward directly to my account." In

terms of money, with serious doubts about Madison, Robb was ready to draw his salary.

The money is all on my account, so I can't hide it if I want to.

Hearing this, Paris nodded without thinking.

This is not a problem for her at all.

After carefully jotting down Robb's receiving account, Paris continued to ask, "What about the second one?"

After that, she looked at Robb brightly.

In her opinion, the second condition is already obvious.

I don't mind a relaxing exercise afterwards at all.

However, to her surprise, Robb said like this: "Paris, you know the New York celebrity circle very well, right?

Although Paris was a little puzzled, she nodded and said, "Of course." I had always been in New York.

"Exactly." Robb snapped his fingers happily, "Paris, do you know Ivanka?" "

The reliable daughter of a New York real estate tycoon?" Paris said, frowning slightly.

Robb looked expectant: "Paris, can you introduce us to each other when you have time?" "

Ivanka?"

"Yes."

Paris's tone became unpleasant: "You want to know Ivanka so much?" "

She doesn't know anyone in the New York celebrity circle.

Ivanka, this woman, even if the other party has a very untuned father, even in the upper class who is ridiculed, still can't stop her charm.

The circle is so big, Paris is naturally unhappy with Ivanka stealing her limelight, the two are smiling on the surface, and secretly there is no less-for-tat.

Now Robb is asking himself to match Ivanka for him.

Do not choose your own who is close at hand, but choose your old opponent who is thousands of miles away.

Doesn't this think that he is inferior to Ivanka?

Paris's face couldn't help but get angry.

Robb, who was looking in his eyes, shrugged.

No way.

Who makes the future eldest princess with a mature and plump body, but a noble and elegant temperament so fragrant.







originally Robb only wanted to mention the first condition.

But in the blink of an eye, Paris is mixed with the New York circle, so it is not impossible to complete the wish before the next crossing.

In addition, in two or three years, it will be very reliable to come to power.

If there is the line of Ivanka, I can understand this alternative world where science and spirit coexist more clearly through the upper perspective.

Robb swore that he was by no means just a gluttonous person.

Of course, it is still necessary to coax this operator in front of him.

"Don't worry, I just want to have business dealings with Ivanka, to be precise, the group behind her."

"Obligation?" Paris calmed her face slightly, "What business?"

Robb shook his head: "Trade secrets." "



Paris calmed down, thought about it, but agreed.

In any case, it is your own business that matters.

Since Robb gave a step down, then go down.

As for Ivanka, the fake serious woman.

Hum!

Eat the stick she used!

Paris looked at Robb with a look of unyieldingness.

If she wanted to do this before, it was just her interest and the idea of reward.

Now, however, there is a new reason.

Is she even worse than Ivanka?

Prove it to Robb now.

Paris was about to ride up without hesitation.

Coincidentally, a large number of sirens sounded from not far away.

Paris could only give up unwillingly.

Robb breathed a sigh of relief.

His innocence was finally saved.

......

Woo ~ ~

~ The high siren sound is constantly sounding.

The sound of snapping photos is endless.

In the town of Ambrose, when a large group of police arrived, there were reporters from CNN, Fox, ABC, and even the New York Times, Washington Post, USA Today and so on.

They flocked to photograph the wax figures made by living people in shock and ecstasy.

After that, they rushed to Paris and the others, who had been questioned by the police, surrounded them, and asked one question after another.

As an interviewer, compared to the completely inexperienced and helpless twins Carly and Nick, Paris, who had already prepared, was very adaptable.

Coupled with her birth at Hilton, she is an eye-catching rich woman.

With the combination of various elements such as murderers, horror wax figures, and abandoned towns, it will undoubtedly attract the audience more.

Reporters who were well aware of this quickly turned their cameras and microphones on Paris, eager to ask questions.

"Miss Hilton, can you tell us about your experience of being chased by a murderer?"

"Paris, just call me Paris. It's an unforgettable memory. I...... I'm sorry! I still can't accept the fact that my boyfriend, two of my best friends, was killed. If I had found them earlier... Cry~~""

Paris, you have done a good job, there is no need to blame yourself at all."

"Paris, be strong! You're not wrong.

"You are a hero!"

Paris wiped her tears.

"Thank you! Thank you all for your concern. I calmed down a bit.

"Whether it's for the innocent people who have died, or so that there is nowhere to hide from evil, I must expose the facts." Here's the thing..."

In the midst of Paris's tears and excitement, and in the exclamations of the reporters around her, a somewhat changed story unfolded, and she couldn't help but ask halfway.

"Paris, are you afraid in the face of a murderer?"

"Of course, there's nothing to deny. I was terrified when faced with a murderer who suddenly appeared, wearing a white mask and holding a sharp knife, coming out of the urban legend. But even so, I had a flame of anger in my heart. My favorite Bray was killed! I have to take revenge!

"So how did you do it?"

"I hid in the old factory building, I found a steel pipe to hide, and while the murderer was not paying attention, I attacked him! Pierced his mask! "

Oh~~ that's awesome!"

"Brave girl!"

"A model of the times!"

"What's next?"

Paris continued: "I stabbed him and was about to continue to avenge Bray when the killer ran away in a hurry. He was faster than me, more familiar with the old factory building, and I couldn't catch up with her. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I let the man go, I'm so useless!

Once again, Paris cried bitterly with great remorse.

Not surprisingly, the reassuring words of "you are the real hero" from journalists flew overwhelmed.

For a moment, the scene was extremely harmonious.