My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 610 Can't breathe
Sentences were sonorous and powerful, and the voice echoed in the conference room.

Until Taylor finished speaking, no reporter asked questions, and the entire press conference was silent.

Ethan squinted at Taylor, her golden hair seemed to be emitting light.

He let go of his arms, clapping his palms together vigorously.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Short, loud applause emanated from between his hands.

The applause quickly spread.

The courage to fight is also a kind of free spirit, which everyone should possess.

This is a universal value and a value appreciated by all.

Not only Ethan, not only the surrounding staff, the police, politicians, and reporters, all clapped vigorously.

This fierce applause seemed to overturn the ceiling.

"Shhh!"

Ethan put two fingers in his mouth and blew a loud whistle, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to a higher climax.

Facing everyone's encouraging gazes and supportive applause, Taylor was at a loss for a while and pursed his lips nervously.

Her subconscious reaction made the director in front of the camera applaud.

The front is the courage to fight, and the back is the expression of true emotions.

People like to see protests, they like to see real people even more, and everyone will remember that she was just a girl in her twenties who didn't deserve it.

On the Internet, posts frantically swiped the screen.

"I declare, from now on, that I am a fan of Taylor Swift."

"I like this girl, she's brave, she's real."

"I have to say, I hate Kanye, why would he do that to such a person."

"I'm in Cleveland, and I've decided that I'm going to drive to Chicago tomorrow. Even though I don't have a ticket, I must go to the scene to support Taylor. She is so courageous. Girls should support girls."

"Taylor, love you forever, come on."

"My dad is a cop, right here in Chicago, thank you Taylor for speaking up for them, she's wonderful."

The people at the scene didn't know about the frenzy on the Internet.

And the press conference is still going on.

Under Chloe's signal, the director general strode up to the podium, Taylor got up quickly, and hugged him gently.

"Miss Swift is a world-renowned artist and I am deeply saddened by what happened this morning."

The Director General's deep voice sounded: "Chicago is a safe city."

"This sentence is not just me talking, it is a guarantee made by more than 1 police officers in Chicago, and it is the result of the joint efforts of more than 200 million citizens."

"We will use the strongest means to fight crime."

"That's right!"

The mayor on the side walked up quickly, waving his arms and said: "This is a great city, and it will always be great."

This behavior of stealing heat is too obvious.

Ethan looked away, not even wanting to watch.

As expected of a slick manager, Chloe immediately realized that under her leadership, there was another applause at the scene, but it was much more perfunctory than before.

As long as there is applause, nothing else matters.

The mayor pulled out the chair and Shi Shiran sat down.

Next came the reporter's questioning session. Due to Taylor's performance just now, the question became very mild.

Even the media, which usually does not deal with it, put aside their hostility.

A question and an answer on the spot is not cooperation, it is better than cooperation.

The short press conference ended perfectly, and everyone moved to the place where the dinner was actually held.

On the way, Chloe finally found time to take out her phone.

As an agent, she must always pay attention to the reactions in all directions.

However, when she saw the post on the Internet, her body trembled slightly with excitement, and her popularity immediately skyrocketed. It is estimated that the sales of the new album will continue to rise.

Taylor did not pay attention to all this, just now, although there is also a part of the public relations team.

But most of them are from her heart.

Although she was frightened and deterred, she finally decided to face it all.

The banquet hall is extremely luxurious.

Everyone was wearing high-end gowns, smiling, and congratulated Taylor.

Although she has always felt that these people are fake, and sometimes she is also fake, but after walking around with a fake smile on her face, she suddenly felt a little out of breath.

At this moment, she turned her eyes to the side, to the person who had been silently following her.

On that person's face, there was only a faint smile.

It seems to be mocking and despising everything in front of them.

"what happened?"

Ethan noticed Taylor's gaze, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

"I'm uncomfortable."

Taylor panicked for a while, she shook her head, and said in a low voice:

"I don't know what's going on, I can't breathe."

Looking around at this high-class banquet, everyone is holding champagne, and the smiles on their faces are generally the same.

These people are like wearing masks, it's strange to be able to breathe.

"Do you want to do something crazy?" Ethan also felt depressed, his eyes rolled, and he had an idea in his mind.

"What crazy thing?"

Taylor walked to the corner at this time, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

"Fack these politicians."

Ethan smiled and said, "Fake's fake smiles."

"Let's get out of here, out of this dinner party for you."

"Are you serious?" Taylor said in surprise, "That's too crazy, are you crazy?"

"My car is still parked below."

Ethan glanced at her: "In a word, do you want to go?"

"go!"

Taylor mustered up the courage to go all out.

The two looked at each other with a smile, and walked aside solemnly.

When Taylor approached the side door, his footsteps became more flustered and he ran out quickly.

It seems that he didn't do anything bad, Ethan smiled and shook his head, and disappeared into the banquet hall calmly.

Putting on his sunglasses, Taylor hid nervously in the corner of the elevator.

Ethan stood up in front, blocking her tightly.

Fortunately, he didn't meet anyone until the parking lot. The moment the elevator door opened, Taylor ran out like a bird out of the cage.

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground, making a series of crisp sounds.

"Where are we going?"

Taylor turned around excitedly and asked, "Shopping or shopping?"

Taking her out to relax doesn't mean letting her have fun. Now all the responsibilities are on me.

"Just follow me."

Ethan rings the Ford Interceptor and motions for Taylor to get in.

The latter also doesn't care where they go, all they need is a short-term sense of escape.

"You need a disguise."

The two got into the car, Ethan looked at Taylor, turned over and pretended to rummage in the back seat, and took out the clothes inside from the space.

"Give!"

He threw out a fisherman hat, sneakers, and two cashmere coats one after another.

Even though shoes don't fit well, they are better than high heels.

Taylor is already tall, and wearing high heels, he is taller than himself, which looks too conspicuous.

"Come on."

Taylor put on his coat, lowered his fisherman hat, and commanded excitedly.

"Don't worry." It was still early, Ethan took out his phone and sent Chloe a text message, then took off his suit jacket and changed into clothes.

"Buzzing."

The phone vibrated violently, and the call came within ten seconds.

"Waterfa?"

Although Chloe was annoyed, she lowered her voice: "Leave, what does leaving mean, please explain to me."

"Swift is not feeling well."

Ethan explained casually: "For tomorrow's concert, she decided to go back early to rest."

"You know, I'm just a part-time worker."

"She wants to go back to rest, so I can only follow suit."

"Boom."

A fist hit, Taylor raised his eyebrows and spread his hands wide open.

"Okay!" Although Chloe was mad, there was nothing she could do at this time: "You take her back safely."

"Don't worry." Ethan hung up the phone casually and shrugged at Taylor:

"Look, I knew it was okay to use you as an excuse."

"You are a bastard!"

Taylor was so angry that he twisted Ethan's arm again.

"I was originally~"

Ethan laughed and started the car. The Ford Challenger roared and drove towards the exit of the parking lot.

　Thanks to Brother Arenas Long for the reward and support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)