Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 177

"What conditions?"

Paris deliberately straightened her chest and said confidently.

Robb turned a blind eye: "First, I hope you can talk to your father and transfer the reward directly to my account."

In terms of money, Robb was serious about Madison and was ready to cut off the source of the trouble.

The money has been deposited into my account, so I can't hide it now.

Hearing this, Paris nodded without thinking.

This was not a problem for her at all.

After carefully noting down Robb's payment account, Paris continued to ask: "What about the second one?"

After speaking, she looked at Robb with a bright look.

In her opinion, the second condition was already obvious.

She didn't mind doing a relaxation exercise afterwards.

However, to her surprise, Robb said, "Paris, you know a lot about the New York socialite circle, right?"

Although Paris was a little confused, she nodded and said, "Of course. I have been in New York before."

"That's right." Robb snapped his fingers happily, "Paris, do you know Ivana?"

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

Robb said with anticipation, "Paris, can you introduce us to each other when you have time?"

"Ivana?"

"Yes."

Paris' tone became unhappy, "Do you really want to meet Ivana, the hypocritical one?"

Who doesn't she know in the New York socialite circle?

Even if Ivana has a father who is very unreliable and even ridiculed in the upper class, it still can't stop her charm.

The circle is so small, Paris is naturally unhappy that Ivana steals her limelight. The two of them are talking and laughing on the surface, but they are often tit-for-tat in secret.

Now Robb asks me to connect him with Ivana.

He doesn't choose me who is close to him, but chooses his old rival who is thousands of miles away.

Doesn't this mean that he thinks he is not as good as Ivana?

Paris couldn't help but get angry.

Robb shrugged his shoulders after seeing it.

There is no way.

Who made the future princess, who has a mature and plump figure but noble and elegant temperament, so attractive.

Originally, Robb only wanted to propose the first condition.

But in a blink of an eye, he thought that Paris was in the New York circle, so it would not be impossible to fulfill his wish before crossing.

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

If there is Ivana as a connection, I can also understand this alternative world where science and supernatural coexist more clearly from the perspective of the upper class.

Robb swore that he was not just after her body.

Of course, he still had to appease the contact person in front of him.

"Don't worry, I just want to have business dealings with Ivana, or more precisely, the group behind her."

"Voluntary dealings?" Paris sank slightly, "What business?"

Robb shook his head: "Trade secrets."

After Paris calmed down, he thought about it and agreed.

No matter what, his own business was the most important.

Since Robb gave him a way out, he would do it.

As for Ivana, that hypocritical woman.

Humph!

If he wanted to do this before, it was just Paris's interest and the idea of ​​repaying her.

Now, there is a new reason.

Even if she is worse than Ivana?

Prove it to Robb now.

Paris rode on regardless.

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

Paris could only give up unwillingly.

Robb breathed a sigh of relief.

His innocence was finally preserved.

......

Woo~~~

The high-pitched sirens rang continuously.

The sound of snapping photos was endless.

In Ambrose Town, when a large group of police arrived, there were also reporters from CNN, Fox, ABC, and even the New York Times, the Washington Post, USA Today, etc., who were like flies smelling shit.

They swarmed in, taking pictures of the wax figures made of living people in shock and ecstasy.

Afterwards, they rushed to Paris and others who had just finished being questioned by the police, surrounded them, and asked questions one after another with great enthusiasm.

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

In addition, she was born in Hilton and was an eye-catching rich girl.

The combination of various elements such as the murderer, the horror wax figure, and the abandoned town will undoubtedly attract more audiences.

The reporters, who were well aware of this, quickly pointed their cameras and microphones at Paris and asked questions eagerly.

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

"Paris, just call me Paris. This is an unforgettable memory. I... I'm sorry! Until now, I still can't accept the reality that my boyfriend and my two good friends were killed. If I could find them earlier... Cry~~"

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

"Paris, stay strong! You are not wrong."

"You are a hero!"

"..."

Paris wiped his tears.

"Thank you! Thank you for your concern. I feel a little calmer."

"Whether it is for the innocent people who died or to make the evil have nowhere to hide, I must reveal the facts. This is what happened..."

As Paris narrated with tears and excitement, and as the reporters around her exclaimed, a story that had changed a little bit unfolded, and she couldn't help asking in the middle.

"Paris, facing the pursuit of a murderer, are you afraid?"

"Of course, there is nothing to deny. Facing a murderer who suddenly appeared, wearing a white mask and holding a sharp knife, and who came out of an urban legend, I was terrified at the time. But even so, I was also filled with anger. My beloved Bray was killed! I must take revenge! "

"So what did you do?"

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

"Oh~~ It's amazing!"

"Brave girl!"

"A role model of the times!"

"What's next?"

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

Paris burst into tears again, blaming himself.

As expected, reporters flooded him with words of comfort, "You are a real hero."

For a moment, the scene was extremely harmonious.