variety show billionaire

When it comes to New York Fashion Week, there is an endless stream of beautiful beauties and beautiful clothes.

I have never had the slightest curiosity about these great banquets.But I couldn't stand the evil factor in my heart, so I spent a lot of money to buy a place specially used for holding various banquets.

From outdoor weddings to political canvassing banquets, from founding celebrations to birthday parties, from large fountains to lawns suitable for field battles, from small pools to neatly manicured small pine trees, all kinds of facilities are available, as long as you want to find in New York To find a high-end place to hold all kinds of banquets that can be outdoors or indoors or both, most of them have to find me to borrow the venue.

Even when there is no banquet, when I follow the doctor's advice to go outdoors to bask more in the sun, Nolan, who has nothing to do, sits on the lawn with Nolan, lying under the sun umbrella, and plays games online together - all the task branches It is also a very pleasant thing to collect them all.

Even if Nolan and I were sharply evaluated by Harvey as "I am afraid that the world will not be chaotic", whether it is me or Nolan, I would rather laugh on the floor with my belly on the ground than agree with it.

Even though he and I have started a GossipGirl blog, updating all kinds of gossip all the time, taking pleasure in breaking up the young couples of the rich X generation, and exposing the love-hate entanglement of polyamorous love among others for dinner... …Even so, Nolan and I have different distinctions.

I like to be alone in a place where I can observe the audience without being noticed, and fiddle with blog updates while observing the audience.

As it turned out, my outfit was absolutely out of place for any party, unless it was a masquerade.

A group of guys who don't know how to appreciate mage robes ==

Look at Nolan holding a glass of wine below, talking happily to a group of supermodels who smell money from him, and I won't bother them.

By the way, isn't this guy gay...why...could it be bisexual?

In any case, I would never consider him as a marriage partner.

He closed the notebook, unplugged the network cable, flung the sleeves of the mage's robe gracefully, and decisively left the banquet before several shameless investment brokers approached.

"...beth Ross was buried alive, wire 2000 million to this account in the Cayman Islands below, when I receive the money, I will give you Elizabeth's GPS code. This is the last time I will contact you. You only have 12 hours .”

Turning off the phone recording, FBI agents questioned Nolan who had recorded the synthesized voice again.

"So, the first time you made this call, you recorded this recording—"

"Hey! What you are holding is a patent worth hundreds of millions!"

The FBI female agent's questioning was forced to end because of this sentence.

A lawyer in a handmade three-piece suit hurried over.

"Twelve hours is not enough. The bank doesn't go to work until eight o'clock in the morning, and it's already twelve o'clock."

The call was made at 10 o'clock. According to inference, after ten hours, he would almost fall into a coma.

Was it really not a conspiracy between the lawyer and Nolan who answered the phone?

Of course not.

Because of Elizabeth’s account restrictions, Nolan finally made several phone calls—relationship accounts will always have preferential treatment—and asked the bank to transfer the 1000 million US dollars in his account to the account in the Cayman Islands.

"Counting on a group of FBI who have no evidence other than a phone call? It's better to just pay the ransom."

That's what Nolan said, and he easily took 1000 million from his account to pay the ransom.

Taking out so much money to pay the ransom in one breath, without even blinking an eye, is the way of rich people who are chased by Wall Street fund managers.

Not long after, a GPS address was sent.

In Nolan's eyes, the only function of the FBI is to dig a hole to find Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was buried in an oversized airtight jar in the forest, and when the FBI dug her up, she was actually playing a handheld game.

After she saw that she had been dug out, she saved the game first, then grabbed the extended hand of an FBI police officer from the opened can and crawled out of the can.

"It's coming too slowly."

I was locked in a sealed space for several hours, neither crazy nor crying, until the rescue came, I just calmly played the game console I carried with me...

I missed tonight's copy of the wasteland, I missed dinner, and I missed bedtime.

"You came too late."

After complaining about this sentence, I immediately remembered a very serious matter.

"Damn it! I'm not at home... What about the three meals for sweetheart!?"

After Harvey answered most of the FBI's questions for me, I didn't have any other big questions to answer.

"My sweetheart, what would she do without me..."

I was so anxious that I bit off my thumbnail.

I deliberately went to find the expensive mage robe made by the tailor and it was taken away as evidence.

("Twenty thousand dollars for this one dress?" "I really don't understand...")

"It's okay. Fortunately, I ordered a dozen of this suit."

After comforting myself, I decided to go home quickly.

Miss Sweetheart bit me hard, but after that, she ate the dried fish very obediently.

Awesome, awesome...I love her so much!

After feeding Miss Sweetheart and smoothing her hair, he picked up the phone and complained to Nolan who came to the door with a rented movie and popcorn. "That ■raised ■■■■ dared to put me—"

"Aren't you having fun playing games?"

"Hey Nolan! How dare that ■nurse ■■■■ bury me in the ground!"

"Ok."

"Ciao, Damien. Give you a chance to pay me back what you owe me."

"Who is that?"

"Damien Moreau, he controls Sicily, the Russian mob, the Colombian conglomerate, the big bad guy who stole money from North Korea."

"How did you make him owe a favor?"

"One night, something like this happened..." I shrugged, thinking that there was nothing to say, "That's it."

Anyway, it's not just a favor.

"Movies these days are really boring."

"You actually said Titanic was boring? Although it was last year's movie..."

"I want to read interesting stories."

"Like?"

"What do you think of... all kinds of coincidences and serial deaths?"

"........."

"Damn Nolan! You ate all the popcorn!"

The author has something to say:

The "gravedigger" who kidnapped the heroine here comes from "BONES".

Then Damien Moreau was one of the big bosses who played hard for the whole season in the third season of "Urban Robber".