American Entertainment: Taylor Swift wrote a song for the beginning

Chapter 68 Wolf's Lair
Inside the room, Paris Hilton was sitting at the end of the bed, supporting herself with her hands, with her legs crossed. The nail polish on her toes was a brighter pink than Taylor's light pink.

Ryan was sitting opposite her and had just been "friendly" invited into Paris' room by the security staff. This was all Paris's idea.

"Can I go now?" Ryan asked cautiously.

"No!" Paris quickly changed her legs, and something flashed by. In fact, the bath towel was lying quietly on the floor, and she was only wearing a necklace and bracelet.

"Are you kidding me? Is this fun? There's only one way to leave, and that's to satisfy me!" She chuckled, obviously trying to force Ryan to give in.

Ryan thought about it and stood up.

That's right. Paris smiled, leaned his upper body back slightly, and spread his legs, naturally entering the fighting state.

But Ryan turned around and walked towards the door.

"Come back! Stop! I'll count to three..." Before Paris could finish his words, Ryan's figure had disappeared.

Paris sneered, thinking that Ryan was not good at that. In fact, Ryan's tolerance was all due to the fact that he investigated the detailed information of some of the guest lists yesterday. Not only did he review On Night in Paris, but he also found out that Paris Hilton, 27 years old, has had 44 public boyfriends. This is only the public ones. If you add the undisclosed, unacknowledged, and accidental boyfriends, the number may even double. Her private life is really colorful.

Just when Paris Hilton was wondering whether she should find another party partner, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She put on a bath towel and opened the door, only to find that it was Ryan again.

"Are you able to do this?" Paris "accidentally" loosened her hands from her chest and the towel fell off again.

Ryan closed the door and locked it without saying a word, then paced back and forth in the room, looking around, as if looking for something.

"Are you blind? I'm here." Paris was speechless.

"Is there any other exit?" Ryan went straight to the balcony and found that this was the top floor of the manor and there was hard ground below. He looked at the curtains and scenes from Hollywood action movies appeared in his mind.

Paris came over at this time, hugged Ryan from behind, and said happily: "Once you enter this door, don't think about getting out."

Ryan found that even if the curtains were connected together, they were not long enough. Even if he could jump down, the entire manor was heavily guarded, and it was impossible to leave here by abnormal means.

Hearing Paris' words, Ryan had an idea. He immediately turned around and hugged Paris and picked her up.

Paris chuckled and undressed Ryan with great familiarity.

Just then, the knock on the door rang again.

"What's going on?" Paris frowned, asked Ryan to put him down, and opened the door for the third time.

A bald black man and two black security guards were standing outside the door, asking questions about Ryan.

"In my room, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just asking."

"Guard the door for me. From now on, no one is allowed to knock on my door. Do you hear me?" Paris warned.

The bald head nodded.

Paris slammed the door shut, turned around, and looked at Ryan, smiling again.

"Who was that outside just now?" Ryan asked.

"Are you talking about that bald baby-faced guy? Halv Pierre, Sean Combs' right-hand man and current executive at Bad Boy Records." Paris approached Ryan.

Ryan nodded. He was the one who first said something about "cheese pizza" to Rachel.

"What? Were we stopped?" Paris asked with a smile, as if he knew something about the situation.

It's even more exaggerated than that. Ryan just came downstairs and accidentally walked into the venue of the "Freak Party". A group of people were eating in the room. There was nothing wrong with eating itself, and if the food was placed in normal containers, it would be fine. The problem was that the food was placed on a person.

Ryan turned and walked away, but was still spotted by the bodyguards, so it was normal for him to become alert.

Seeing Paris rushing over again, Ryan took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and called Scooter. "You are in the manor... It's not a good thing to upset her. Forget it, I'll go pick you up." Scooter said. After hearing Ryan's experience, he said he would personally help Ryan out.

Ryan put down his phone and walked out of the bathroom. Paris was already lying on the bed, waiting for him. For Ryan, it was like escaping from the tiger's mouth and entering the wolf's den again.

Ryan was sitting on the bed, and seeing that she was about to pounce on him, he quickly grabbed her arm and asked in a hurry, "You and Rachel seem to have a good relationship?"

"Rachel? You mean the 'tamer'? Forget it." Paris smiled and shook his head.

"How do you know her?" Ryan found an opportunity to divert her attention with conversation.

"Once at an art exhibition in New York, she claimed to be an artist. She graduated from Brentwood School. Many of my friends graduated from there, so we got to know each other after a few visits," Paris said casually.

Brentwood School is a famous preparatory school in Los Angeles. Many descendants of well-known figures in the entertainment industry attend this school, such as the son of Jimmy Rowe (founder of Interscope Records) and the children of Arnold Schwarzenegger.

"Her last name is Chandler. The family controlled the Los Angeles Times for many years, but withdrew in the 1980s."

"Then how is she related to Sean Combs?" Ryan asked subconsciously.

Paris gave Ryan a meaningful smile, and then mentioned another thing: "She showed me a photo with Clinton in the early years, on a plane, and also a photo with Eminem."

There was another knock on the door, and Ryan knew his savior had arrived.

Ryan was about to open the door, but Paris grabbed him and refused to let go, and was almost dragged to the floor by Ryan.

There was really no other way, Ryan had to leave his cell phone number with her and agreed to contact her later. Paris was very thoughtful. She called the number first to make sure it was real, and finally insisted on adding Ryan's private Facebook. Now Ryan's "circle of friends" has expanded with a socialite, which is not a bad thing, after all, this sister has a very wide range of social contacts.

Scooter took them all the way away from Sean Combs's estate and met up with Joel, and this unexpected trip to the white party finally ended.

Scooter actually left with Ryan, and in the car he admitted: "I was only responsible for the daytime party part."

By the way, he said that the payment would be made within a few days by an entertainment company, and Ryan would give him 10% of the payment as commission. At least in this cooperation, Scooter was fair and impartial, and did not deduct any money from the payment.

As for Joel, Ryan was just joking at the time, but he didn't expect him to rush to the bed with Paris in his arms.

"You've made money and got a girl. Remember to look for me next time for such good things." Joel said with a smile. He looked silly, but he was actually very thoughtful. He was wearing glasses, so how could he not recognize Paris Hilton?
"There won't be a next time. This time I apologized on your behalf, otherwise you would have to spend the night in police station," Ryan reminded.

"What weapon did you use, and how did you apologize?" Joel asked with a wicked smile. This time even Scooter looked at Ryan, seeming to be curious about this matter as well.

If Ryan said he did nothing, the two would never believe it.

The three of them stayed in a hotel in Manhattan. As soon as they put down their luggage, Joel took the initiative to invite Ryan to go to a nearby bar. This guy made money with Ryan, and his work problems were solved by Taylor. He has been living a very free and easy life recently.

"You're such a killjoy." Joel waved his hand.

"This is called fulfilling your wish. When I'm with you, which woman would be willing to see you?" Ryan said with a smile, his words were rough but his point was true.

There is another reason. Just now, a college student in New York saw today's news and found that Ryan was at the White Party, so he sent a message to Ryan.

Ryan took a taxi to New York University, which took nearly forty minutes in the congested Manhattan. He had a simple dinner with Olsen, and Ryan's words were full of "encouragement" and "praise" for Olsen.

After dinner, Ryan walked her back to school, passing by a small theater.

"Do you want to come in and sit down?" Olsen noticed Ryan stopping at the poster at the door.

"Do you know this guy?" Ryan pointed at the black man on the poster. The man was wearing a round-brimmed hat tilted at one side, a shirt and a vest, and was dressed like a jazz musician.

"Alan?" Olsen read the name on the poster and shook her head. "There are many unknown artists like this in New York."

So why would an unknown artist reject his invitation to collaborate? Ryan recalled Robin Thicke's smile during the day and Scooter's "perfect timing" joining the team. Everything pointed to a possibility...

"Wait." Olsen's face turned red and she was forcibly dragged into the bar by Ryan.

(End of this chapter)