American winner takes all

Chapter 445 Domineering
An hour later, Ethan showed up at the audition site. Standing backstage, he could see a blonde Barbie doll in a pink striped jumpsuit performing hard on the stage.

Nicole Marie Lentz was standing next to Ethan. She felt that Ethan's reaction was a bit too dramatic. He actually ended the meeting with the sponsor early and came directly to the audition site.

"That's Paris Hilton," Nicole Marie Lentz pointed for Ethan.

"It looks pretty much the same as in the videotape," Ethan said for no apparent reason.

"What videotape?" Nicole looked confused.

Ethan turned his head to look at her and whispered, "One night in Paris."

This made Nicole even more confused.

At the same time, Paris Hilton was singing a song at the top of her lungs. Perhaps to highlight her singing skills, she chose a classic song by Whitney Houston. However, she was obviously no match for professional singers. The whole scene was a disaster. Coupled with her movements that were not at all smooth and coordinated, Kelsey, who was sitting on the judges' panel, was so embarrassed that she clenched her big toes. The reactions of other judges were not much better.

This made Ethan shake his head.

At this time, besides team member Nicole and the on-site staff, Ethan was also surrounded by his four secretaries, not to mention the security personnel and assistant and driver Peter who were outside. In fact, Ethan's swagger was no less than Paris's.

Not far away, a black-haired girl in a gray coat was looking up at Ethan, her eyes wandering over Ethan, the cheerleaders around her, and the four secretaries. It was unknown what she was thinking.

She has a Middle Eastern face shape, thick and long eyebrows, round lips, and thick black hair.

At this time, she had neither fashion makeup nor artificial traces, so she could be mistaken for an Indian when she walked on the street. This was due to her Armenian ancestry. Her biological father was an Armenian, a country at the junction of Europe and Asia, where people often have both European and Asian features. As for her mother, she was a mixed race of Dutch and Scottish.

"Let her come see me later." Ethan stopped listening to the judges' comments on Paris and chose to turn around and leave.

"Okay." Nicole vaguely felt that the situation was beyond her control, so she could only agree at this time.

As Ethan turned around and was surrounded by several secretaries and left, the black-haired young woman who had been observing for a long time realized that the opportunity had come, and she took a decisive step and walked quickly towards Ethan who was coming towards her.

She lowered her head, her steps became faster and faster, and she was about to bump into him...

"Slow down, girl." Susan quickly pulled her away.

The girl had no choice but to stand there and watch Ethan and his group leave. At this moment, Ethan just raised his head, but his eyes did not stay on the girl for even a second.

The girl bit her lower lip tightly. She originally wanted to attract Ethan's attention in this way, but she found that it was just wishful thinking.

·
"This is a rubbish show, rubbish judges, Nicole, you said I would definitely advance! You tricked me into coming here!!"

Ethan came to the dressing room backstage and heard a woman's complaints coming from outside the door, accompanied by a series of dense footsteps.

"Paris, I didn't say you would definitely advance, and besides, it seemed like you were the one clamoring to come over at the beginning!" Nicole's voice revealed helplessness.

"What should I do now? If the news of me being eliminated gets out, how can I attend parties in the future? This is too embarrassing!" Paris complained.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and Paris and Nicole walked into the room one after another. Nicole closed the door before entering.

"Ohoh! Look who this is! I knew you had new arrangements, right? For example, a resurrection match?" Paris had a premonition of something when he saw the famous Ethan waiting for him alone.

Then, without even waiting for Ethan to speak, she pulled out a film camera from somewhere like a magician, turned the camera over, and took a photo with Ethan while making a scissors hand gesture.

"Do you know what this is called? This is called a symbol of strength. What are you standing there for? Hold it for me." Paris shook the camera.

Nicole said "Oh" and then took the camera. She felt that Paris treated her as a follower.

Perhaps in her mind, having a follower 24 hours a day is a very common thing.

"Very good." Paris turned to face Ethan, sitting opposite Ethan, crossing her legs. You can see a pair of long and beautiful legs under her skirt. After all, she is a model, with a slender figure, not much inferior to the professional model Nicole next to her. As for her skin color, it is more Asian, which is obviously caused by long hours of sunbathing. Obviously, her life is very comfortable, so she has a lot of free time to sunbathe.

"Ethan O'Connor! Nice to meet you at last." Paris Hilton laughed like a silver bell, and the sound of her clasps and the slight shaking of her upper body had a unique kind of magic.

"Do you know me?" Ethan changed from supporting his chin with one hand to putting his hands together.

Paris shook her head and snorted. "Not really. There seems to be little difference between a rude white athlete and a gorilla playing with a ball. I'm just curious about some of the things you do. Besides, the Angel Cheerleading Team is very popular right now. As one of the most watched women in the world, I can't be missing here!"

"You have a pretty clear understanding of yourself." Ethan shrugged.

"Tell me, what's your next plan? A revival match or a re-recording? Also, I have to demand that I have more exposure than that bitch Ivana. This is the basic premise. Also, replace those idiot judges. They don't understand at all..." Paris went straight to the point and stated her request.

"What plan?" Ethan interrupted her directly.

"Of course the plan is to continue participating in the competition." Paris was stunned and blurted out.

"Haven't you been eliminated?" Ethan frowned slightly, reminding Paris of this fact.

"Forget about it. I know this is all a script by the production team. They eliminate one person first, then let him/her return, over and over again, so that the ratings will be high."

"You're right. There is indeed a resurrection segment in the talent show, but that is for contestants participating in the semi-finals, and you were eliminated in the audition. As for my meeting with you, it was just Nicole's request." Ethan reminded her with a smile.

In fact, Ethan asked her to come over to see if there was any potential for cooperation.

Paris Hilton later said that she was a "top internet celebrity". And Ethan certainly knew how lucrative the business of "monetizing traffic" was.

But who knew that Paris was really as princess-sick as she seemed in the gossip news, and that the whole world had to revolve around her, so Ethan decided to remind her that not everyone has to buy into her account.

"Are you kidding?" Paris Hilton felt vaguely that she was being fooled, but she couldn't find any loopholes. From the beginning to the end, neither Ethan nor Nicole had ever promised her anything!

"Do you think it's fun to waste my time like this?!" Paris seemed a little angry.

"Of course not. In fact, we also have a sponsor express business. As long as you become a sponsor of the event, you can nominate a contestant to enter the finals directly. Ms. Paris, as the most beautiful, richest and most popular heiress in the world, you don't care about this little money, do you?" Ethan changed the subject and decided to tease her.

"That's better." After hearing Ethan say this, Paris's resentment was mostly dissipated.

"How much? Also, if possible, can we ask the sponsor to directly pass a certain player?" Paris thought about it.

Since money can help you get into the finals, you can certainly use money to get your competitors out, especially Ivana.

"Of course, in theory, we can manipulate matches for money, provided you pay enough money."

"You are quite honest. Is five hundred thousand enough?" "Five hundred thousand? No, no, no, the lowest price from our sponsor is three million dollars!" Ethan reminded her.

Paris laughed out loud after hearing this. Although she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and grew up in luxury, which made her spend money extravagantly, she was not so crazy that she had no concept of money at all.

"Three million is enough to buy a 30-second ad in the Super Bowl! I'm talking to you seriously, Mr. Donkey."

"I'm talking to you about something serious."

Paris's face froze. She didn't believe that the lowest sponsorship fee for a variety show could be as high as 300 million US dollars. She just thought that Ethan was making a joke of her.

"Forget it. There are so many people in the Angel Cheerleading Team. Regardless of how much attention I can get, having my attention diverted away is a big problem," Paris thought.

Then you have to get up.

"I only have one request now. You are not allowed to spread the news that I was eliminated, and you are not allowed to broadcast the footage of me participating in the competition. Just pretend that all this never happened." Paris finally said.

Of course Ethan would not agree to her request.

"You signed before participating in the competition. Participating in the talent show is regarded as transferring the relevant portrait rights to the program team, that is, me." Ethan continued to remind.

Paris cursed inwardly and cursed Nicole and her lawyer in her heart. In fact, her lawyer had reminded her of this early in the morning, but she simply didn't listen at that time.

Seeing that the hard approach didn't work, Paris had to try the soft approach.

"Handsome guy, just consider it as doing me a favor. I know a lot of heiresses. I'll introduce a few to you later. You might even thank me." Paris fiddled with the ends of her hair and gave Ethan a smile that she thought was very seductive.

In fact, her delicate lips with pink lipstick and bright smile were really beautiful, just like a human Barbie doll.

"If you had emphasized your strengths just now, maybe the result would have been different. Not only will I broadcast the footage of you being eliminated, I will also use your frustrated look as a promotional video and play it over and over again!" Ethan informed her in advance.

Ethan is worried that this year's draft is too quiet, and he certainly won't give up the popularity that's coming to him, but he will have to let Paris make a small sacrifice. However, Paris's image has not been very positive from the beginning to the end, and he believes that these ugly pictures will not have any impact on her.

Ethan didn't think it had much of an impact, but Paris thought it was a complete act of social demise.

"No! Absolutely not! If you dare to broadcast my footage, I will... I will hire a killer to kill you!" Paris shouted.

"Do you think I was scared?" Ethan sneered.

Seeing that Ethan still insisted, he even pounced on him, grabbed Ethan and shouted at the top of his voice that he was molesting.

But when her men, Ethan's secretary, Nicole and a large group of others pushed open the door and rushed in, they saw Paris scratching, hitting and biting Ethan, like a mad shrew.

Both sides joined forces and finally pulled Paris away.

"What a lunatic!" It was the first time that Ethan had seen such a crazy woman. He thought Paris should even see a psychiatrist.

In fact, Paris was usually domineering and was not afraid of a big guy like Ethan at all.

"I will apply for a protection order from the court." Ethan looked at the teeth marks on the bottom edge of his palm and decided to completely withdraw the idea of ​​cooperating with Paris. He would never let Paris appear within 200 meters of him in the future.

"Fuckyou! Bastard!" Paris was dragged away by his followers while cursing.

At this moment, Ethan saw the black-haired girl next to Paris, and then he remembered that he had just seen her backstage. Ethan even thought she was quite pretty, with delicate features.

She works for Paris and I wonder if she knows Paris' childhood friend, Kim Kardashian.

As a Chinese in his previous life, Ethan was not really interested in people like Kim Kardashian, but Ethan never had a problem with money.

Then Ethan called Catherine and told her about his experience.

"This is intentional injury, and there are many witnesses. Not only can we apply for a protection order, but we can also get compensation. But I don't recommend you to do this, Ethan. The other party is the heir of the Hilton Hotel. The other party's legal team will delay time. Even if you win the lawsuit, it will not help you much." Catherine did not support Ethan's idea.

Now that Ethan has a big family and a big business, she certainly thinks it’s better to have less trouble than more.

"Sometimes, kindness is often seen as weakness. I plan to teach this domineering heiress a lesson." Ethan looked up at the ceiling not far away.

There is a surveillance camera there.

"The program team holds the copyright to all the relevant footage of her participating in the talent show, including her every move backstage. This is not an invasion of privacy."

Ethan reiterated.

Although it would be impossible to get a quick result through legal means, from the perspective of public opinion, Ethan was enough to make her experience a social death that was much more horrible than being eliminated from a talent show.

"Susan, help me contact some media and tell them that there was something interesting going on in the talent show." Ethan ordered.

·
Around noon the next day, Paris woke up from a hangover and found herself lying on the ground with nothing on her upper body, with her pet dog on top of her.

"Sorry, Peter Pan, I crushed you." She stroked the Chihuahua named Peter Pan with pity, and then yawned with an indescribable smell.

Only then did he recall what happened last night. He was half drunk and it was Jin who drove him back to his residence.

"Did they adulterate the wine again?" Paris remembered that his alcohol tolerance was not that bad.

Then she stood up, dragged her tired body to the bathroom, half-dazedly pulled her panties down to her ankles, and then sat down on the toilet suddenly, burping at the same time.

The sound of the trickling water is particularly clear...

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The knocks on the door became more urgent.

"What are you doing? So early in the morning." Paris muttered and opened the door.

"Paris, you have to read this." King handed Paris a newspaper.

(End of this chapter)