A Ford sedan followed the Paris Hilton car, and Jefferson looked at the car in front of him as it entered Santa Monica Boulevard, and suddenly asked, "She's not going to a nightclub, is she?"

Solari perked up: "Good girl goes to a nightclub? ”

Sure enough, Paris Hilton's luxury car stopped in front of a nightclub called the Opera House.

Solari didn't wait for the car to stop, he opened the door and got out of the car, and the camera lens in his hand quickly pointed over there, bringing Paris Hilton into the frame.

Jefferson pulled the handbrake, lowered the window, picked up the camera with a long lens, and pointed it at the nightclub.

"We reveal her true colors!" Jefferson said to Solari.

Solari watched Paris Hilton enter the nightclub and said, "Stay here and wait for her to come out." ”

The luxury car drove away from the door of the nightclub, and Solari muttered to himself: "Drink more, drink more!"

If you drink too much and get drunk, you will be easy to be ugly.

Bennaby lost Paris Hilton halfway because his car needed to be refueled, but when he went to the gas station to refuel, he met another person - the famous Britney Spears.

When the driver of a black SUV pulled the door after refueling, he happened to see the face that was red all over the world from Benaby's perspective.

Bennaby finished refueling as fast as he could, and immediately followed.

It's so late, what is Britney doing coming out?

A well-informed entertainment reporter like him actually knows a lot of rumors, and he also knows that Hollywood rumors have no wind and no waves.

Britney Spears is very good on the surface, and the combination with Justin Dimbrick is the envy of countless people.

Indeed, Britney Spears can't find fault with this love, even a paparazzi like him, but Britney, who is outside of love, is falling as fast as most of Hollywood's young and famous stars.

Alcoholism, nightclubs, etc., similar rumors have not stopped.

It's just that no one has ever caught a real hammer.

Bennaby decided that this was an opportunity, and as a brilliant entertainment journalist, wasn't it their responsibility to expose the true side of these stars under their glamorous appearance.

What could be more exciting than shattering an American dream with your own hands?

Britney Spears' story is like a classic American dream: a sweet child star who grows up to become a world superstar and seems to have it all.

Bennaby follows behind Britney's car, with a sense of mission to expose the fallen woman.

On a pitch-black night, in the heart of downtown Los Angeles, the air is filled with smoke and Santa Monica Boulevard is packed with huge black SUVs and shiny sleek sports cars.

Bennaby turned left and saw Britney's car approaching the nightclub "Opera House".

Uniformed waiters are busy in the parking lot like bees, opening doors for customers.

Most of them are petite, with tanned brown skin and presumably dyed hair.

Across the street, there seemed to be two peers setting up their cameras, and that was the best position.

Bennaby quickly parked the car, grabbed the camera and got out of the car to shoot, but unfortunately, the black SUV came directly to the side door and stopped at a very hidden angle, which made it impossible to shoot at all, and when the SUV left, the side door was empty.

Putting down the camera, Bennaby expletively expletive, disappointed that he didn't get anything usable.

Britney is the number one female target for entertainment journalists, her face can increase magazine sales by hundreds of thousands of copies, her presence at a club will guarantee that it will be full, and her photos are the bills.

Just a photo of Britney Spears entering a nightclub can be exchanged for at least five figures.

Bennaby looked at the two peers, realized that they were acquaintances, and walked over: "Why are you here?"

Solari shook the camera in his hand and said, "Benaby, you're late." ”

Bennaby thought of Paris Hilton, who had been with a few people before, and asked, "Hilton entered this nightclub?"

"That's right. Jefferson looked at Bennaby strangely, "Why don't you come here?"

Bennaby opened his mouth and didn't speak, deciding to hide the news of seeing Britney, news is the most valuable when it is exclusive.

The three of them stood on the sidewalk across from the nightclub and chatted, with the conversation centered around Paris Hilton, and Jefferson suggested that he run to the opposite side of the road and wait for Paris Hilton to get in the car, and he would lie down and take a camera to take pictures of her underneath her skirt.

As long as these actresses dare to wear skirts, even if they pay attention to it, he is sure to let them show their bottoms!

This kind of thing is not because the actresses pay attention to it, but because they dare to find a way to shoot it as entertainment reporters.

Contrary to Jefferson and Solari, Benaby no longer cares about Paris Hilton at all, and his real mind is all on Britney, and even hopes that Paris Hilton will come out quickly, so that the two colleagues can follow her away.

Bennaby had a list of the '10 top LA girls' he wanted to shoot, and the first name was Britney Spears.

After waiting for more than two hours, just when the three of them were about to have nothing to talk about, the door of the nightclub opposite suddenly became chaotic, and there was a faint sound of scolding.

Bennaby, who was experienced, crossed the street without saying a word and headed that way, and Jefferson and Solari rushed that way as well.

Because they all saw two blonde girls pestering and scolding each other from the open nightclub door.

The two were blasted out directly by the security personnel of the nightclub.

Bennaby immediately found a good position to shoot without letting the nightclub security drive away, and aimed at the two blonde girls.

Jefferson and Solari weren't slow either.

Big news!

Two pestering and scolding girls, one is Paris Hilton and the other is Britney Spears.

"Slut!"

"Bichi!"

The two girls were drunk, obviously drunk too much and their heads were not clear, not only scolding each other, but also getting started.

Britney grabs Paris Hilton by the hair, and Paris Hilton is pulling Britney's clothes hard.

"Damn!" Bennaby was extremely excited, and his hands holding the camera were shaking: "It's dew!"

From this angle, it was most convenient to photograph Britney, whose corset had been ripped off by Paris Hilton, revealing a certain one.

Britney didn't show any weakness, grabbing Paris Hilton's hair with one hand and pulling Paris Hilton's clothes with the other.

Paris Hilton's gorgeous high-slit dress was instantly pulled above the waist, and the T-shaped pants were exposed in front of countless people watching the excitement.

Jefferson cracked his black lips and smiled with a mouth full of white teeth: "These luxuries, as expected, are useless, not strong at all!"

The farce lasted more than a minute before it ended when Paris Hilton's driver arrived.

The two were stopped behind by their respective drivers, and the scolding in their mouths never stopped, and all kinds of foul language came out one after another.

"It's collapsed! It's collapsed!" Solari was so happy that he almost wanted to dance: "The characters of the two pure idols have all collapsed!"

Seeing the two girls being put in the car, Bennaby ran to his car without saying a word, and immediately texted the news recipients of four or five television stations after getting into the car.

We must destroy the characters of these two glamorous and sluts! Bennaby thinks that small people can also bring down big stars.

Britney's strong market appeal has made her a global phenomenon, and her image of blowing bubblegum and dancing in cheerleader costumes was once so popular that it catapulted her into the modern temple of celebrity. Britney's brand is so successful that it's almost impossible to tell which part is a product and which part is a real person.

Her best-selling ability is the cornerstone of her success, but also her fatal flaw.

Bennaby is confident that the Britney brand will fall apart in front of everyone's eyes!

Let this carefully crafted image of a healthy, American girl next door from the South dissolve quickly in water like a foaming pill.

In the middle of the night, Ronan received a phone call, but he glanced at it and saw that the call was from Paris Hilton, so he cut it off.

Tomorrow is a long flight away, and he is not interested in chatting with Paris Hilton in the middle of the night.

When Ronan got up in the morning, he went out for a run, picked up a little iron in the gym, and when he took a shower and came to the main hall, it was already cleaned.

"Breakfast was ready. The housekeeper came over and said.

Ronan wondered, "Isn't the chef not in place?"

Nikia said, "I did it." ”

"Thank you. Ronan thanked him, entered the restaurant, and turned on the TV, to find that ABC TV's "Good Morning America" program was quite popular.

Britney Spears and Paris Hilton get into a big fight outside the nightclub, one with a leaky chest and the other with an exposed bottom......

Even, someone took a video of the scene, and the scolding voice in the video was several times more vulgar than that of a black woman in the slum.

Nikia was standing in the dining room, saw Ronan staring at the TV, and said in time: "Now the media is hyping Paris Hilton and Britney Spears, saying that they have nothing to show for themselves." ”

Ronan shook his head and said, "It's collapsed." The character collapsed so quickly......"

What can you say? Is it Paris Hilton?

Originally, he saw that Paris Hilton's character had been maintained for several weeks, and thought that she was going to follow this character, but he didn't expect it to collapse.

The phone rang, and Ronan pulled it out and glanced at it, Paris Hilton's number.

"Ronan, have you read the news?" Paris Hilton said anxiously, "I'm surrounded by reporters, what should I do?"

"I just watched the news. Ronan sighed, "What's the matter with you two?"

Paris Hilton said: "I don't know exactly, but maybe Britney's bitch hit me in the hallway, I scolded her, and then ......"

Ronan frowned, isn't this script right? Shouldn't Paris Hilton be Britney's future comrade-in-arms?

Paris Hilton asked again, "What should I do? The reporters are going to eat me." ”

Ronan thought for a while and said, "You go back to New York for a while, the reporter's main target is Britney, and when you go back to New York, the pressure will all go to Britney's side." ”

Hanging up the phone, Ronan finished breakfast, took his luggage and went out, joined Katzenberg and others, and went straight to France.