Chapter 1097: The last thing

Chapter 1097: The last thing

"That's the key," said the paparazzi. "On the surface, they are all women of Williams, but in private, they are a homosexual. You think about it, if this thing is exposed, Eric William Will James feel that he has been played, and then thunder?"

Carmen Kass has always been stunned by the scorpion that has been stunned these days.

Although the homosexuality in the fashion circle is very common, the big man like Erik Williams wants to be sure that he will not tolerate the two Sayuri's imaginary and arrogant.

The reason why Gisele Bundchen can bully himself unscrupulously is that Eric Williams is not behind. If she is abandoned by Eric Williams, the dilemma she encounters will be solved.

Thinking about it, Carmen Kass wants to pick up the stack of photos and open it again.

But this time, the photo was also held down by one hand, then the voice of the paparazzi: "Miss Kaiser, don't forget what you promised, you still have to pay me $100,000."

I think that some of my savings that I have been able to get down in these years will be taken away. Carmen Kass suddenly has some distress.

Gently biting her lip, she quickly sat up straight, letting her tone grow stronger again, shaking her head and saying, "No, this is not enough. You must put these things in the newspaper."

The paparazzi also shook his head and said: "Miss Kaiser, this is not within the scope of our original agreement. You said, I got what you need, you give me another $100,000. Now I have completed my own made."

Carmen Kess suddenly silenced.

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

The paparazzi paused for a moment, and when she saw her not talking, she continued: "But Miss Kathy, I can help you complete the final step and find an influential newspaper to publish these things. Of course, this is also a fee. ""

Carmen Kass hesitated and shook his head. "I have no money."

Paparazzi: "I just watched you drive a Chrysler."

Carmen Kass suddenly got angry. How could there be such a greedy person, not only took all his money, but even his own car.

"That is my last thing."

"The New York Post," said the paparazzi, who did not care about her emotions. "This is the most influential gossip newspaper in New York. It has a daily circulation of more than 500,000 copies. If these photos are published in the New York Post, Eric Williams will get the news the first time."

Carmen Kathy will only occasionally look at fashion magazines in private, and has not paid attention to such gossip newspapers such as The New York Post. However, she feels that paparazzi obviously will not fool themselves with such things that are easily debunked. .

She was a girl who was very decisive. She just hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Well, I promise you. However, I must first see these photos appear in the New York Post before I can take the car." For you, there is the last $100,000."

"This can't be done," said the paparazzi, insisting on a very principled look: "I have already sent the photo to you, so you should pay the reward I deserve. As for publishing, I can guarantee that tomorrow morning you will I can see the press release on the New York Post."

Once again, he subconsciously bit his lip and silenced for a moment. Carmen Kass took out the money prepared in advance from the bag, and the expression was coldly pushed toward the paparazzi.

"So, the cooperation is enjoyable," the paparazzi did not check, and the money was collected quickly, and then pointed to the photo on the desktop: "Miss Kaiser, do you need to keep a backup?"

I really want to say no, but for the last moment of caution, she silently collected the photos on the desktop.

Going back to my apartment, my thoughts were messy, I didn't want to do anything, so I didn't take off my clothes and I shrank in the bed, staring at the bedside lamp.

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

I remembered what was going to happen today, and I barely played some spirits. After washing, I went downstairs.

Look at the Chrysler sedan parked on the side of the road, and suddenly there is no interest in finding a place to eat breakfast.

I got into the car and sat for a while, and the street began to be lively. She only returned to God and looked around. She reached out and took the doll pendant hanging on the front window of the car and stuffed it into the pocket.

A taxi stopped slowly nearby, and the paparazzi came down from the car and noticed that she was sitting in the car, so she came over and knocked on the window.

Carmen Kass pushed the door and got off the bus, and the paparazzi handed over a newspaper.

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

"Supermodel Gisele Bundchen comes out, kisses his girlfriend in public."

Not so easily believe that she came to a nearby convenience store and re-purchased a copy of the New York Post, confirming that the news was correct and handing a bunch of car keys to the paparazzi.

The preparation of the paparazzi was very full. After taking the key, he took out a few pieces of A4 paper and said: "Miss Kaiser, you need to sign a name on this transfer document."

Carmen Kass didn't want to say a word to the other person. He wrote his name on the document and walked straight to the apartment building where he lived.

The trouble in yourself should be gone.

Some thought with relief, she could not afford too much interest for a while, and planned to sleep well, it is best to sleep until tomorrow.

tomorrow is a new day.

However, just after lying down on the bed, the ringtone of the phone rang.

Looked at the display, it was Paul Roland, so he sat up and pressed the button.

There was no time to say anything, and there was already a snarling roar.

The head listened to the roaring opposite, and after a full three minutes, a busy tone of toot was heard on the phone, and some of the scattered words of Paul Roland were sorted out in her mind.

"Do you want to kill me?"

"Bichi."

"idiot."

“Why do you want to make your own claims?”

"You have been fired."

Before I had enough time to react, the ringtone of the mobile phone rang again. It was her agent in Paris. The information of the other party was also very simple. She was fired.

This is not finished. After a while, she also called the small brokerage company in her own country. Because she was excavated by the small company, the relationship between the two sides has been good, and the other party has been acting. She has some affairs in Estonia.

The same thing that came over there was not good news. She was fired again.

However, because the two sides have always had a good relationship, the other side explained a few more sentences, but it was also ambiguous, but said that it was under great pressure.

When I finally realized what, the fear in my heart suddenly spread.

The walking dead usually came to the street and looked at the traffic in the middle of the road. She suddenly thought of an afternoon at the age of thirteen.

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

She came home from school, walked on the familiar road, and heard the sound of the ground from far away. Then she saw the soldiers of the brigade and several tanks driving towards me. She didn't know what was going on, but she was afraid of going to the extreme. She sneaked into the culvert under the small bridge next to her, listening to the sound of footsteps and trembled.

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

The simple cement bridge was crushed by the tank and there was a clear crack. She felt that she was almost likely to be crushed under the bridge.

Since that day, she has always wanted to leave Estonia.

Leave it anyway.

Then I left.

Then I discovered that there is nothing in this world that is paradise.

Perhaps only the dead can go to heaven.

It’s too unfair.

Looking at a crossroads and looking at the red on the traffic lights, she hesitated whether she had to go straight.

A taxi stopped just next to it. After the passenger got off the bus, the driver looked at her and said, "Miss, do you want to take the bus?"

Then I sat up.

The driver hit the steering wheel and started, then asked: "Miss, where are you going?"

Where are you going?

Recalling a place name that is more familiar in her mind recently, she said: "Bucksville, Maryland."

The driver laughed and said, "Sorry, miss, I am a taxi, not a witch adventure service."

"Then, keep going forward."

“Always going forward?” The driver looked at the front. This is an east-west street: “There is no end, and you can even drive to Long Island.”

I took out my wallet from my pocket, and it was her last few hundred dollars. Then she took it out and handed it over, saying: "Go ahead."

The driver took over a few hundred dollars of dollars and realized that it was another girl who was not in a good mood.

Beautiful girls always play tricks.

The driver did not have the money to go through, and the stack of money in his hand was equivalent to his entire day's income.

So I stepped on the throttle.

Just take a beautiful girl for a ride.

This kind of opportunity has already reached the middle age. The middle-aged driver who has a wife and two children to feed has never encountered it. It is estimated to be a good experience.

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

The driver has also been to Long Island, so I know that Highway 27 can go straight to the end of Long Island, so there is no change of meaning, and it goes straight.

Occasionally, I will try to talk to the girl in the back seat, but the other party’s performance is very cold, and the driver will not be boring.

After more than three hours, the taxi stopped near the lighthouse at the end of Long Island.

When she saw her getting out of the car, the driver looked around with concern: "Miss, if I want to take you back, I can't find any car here."

She shook her head and pulled out the phone and shook the driver. "I will let my friend pick me up."

The driver looked around, not far from a private horse farm, where some people could be seen faintly, and the surrounding area was very empty. It was not dangerous to think of a girl here, so he nodded and started to leave the car.

Watching the taxi disappear, she smiled slyly.

Where are you friends?

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

Now there is time.

Looking around, she tightened her black windbreaker, left the asphalt road, and walked through the yellow vines to the nearest coast.

Came to the coast and picked up an open space to sit down.

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

There is no warmth in my heart.

Looking at the blue sea in the sun, I felt the light glare, so I buried my face in my knees.

No one can see it.

The sun is also invisible.

Then the tears flowed down.

I don't know how long I have been crying, I am groggy, and even sleepy.

Maybe it’s dying.

In the midst of the confusion, I feel that there is footsteps around me.

I don't know if it was the footsteps of many years ago.

But she still raised her head alertly.

What appears around is a petite little figure.

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

A blond hair, big eyes, wearing a pink down jacket, a small leather boots on the feet, 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 original angel has no wings.

Looking around, not far away, a tall man with sunglasses and a quiet standing stood there, hands crossed in front of him, without any meaning of going forward.

The little girl saw her looking at the big man and finally said: "That is Aaron, father's bodyguard."

She gently rolled her nose and knew that her current state was very embarrassing. She reached out and touched her face. The little girl quickly took a box of paper towels from her pocket and handed it over.

"Thank you," she said softly, and some of her defenses and vigilance disappeared.

Pulling out the paper towel and rubbing her cheek, she asked the little guy next to her: "What is your name?"

"Emma," the little girl squatted beside her, and the scorpion sparkled: "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 is also a movie called Emma's name."

She smiled softly and asked, "Emma, ​​how come you are here?"

"Master Jeffrey sent a few little pony to come over, and he was fostered in that racecourse. Dad took us to ride horses today, and BBQ," said the little girl, suddenly remembering something and handing over the box in his hand. : "Carmen, do you want to eat?"

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

Inside the box was a roast chicken leg and a sausage. Although it was a little cold, she still did not hesitate to pick up the bamboo stick and carefully sent it to her mouth.

Emma watched her start eating, obviously very happy.

So I was a little curious and said, "What happened?"

"You have been sitting here for a long time, I think you must be very hungry," Emma voiced crisply, said: "However, Dad said that beautiful girls are not eating, I bet with Dad, Dad lost. ""