Chapter 307

Except for Elizabeth Murdoch, Tracy knew more or less about the girls present.

Lydia Hearst is Amanda's cousin and one of the heirs of the Hearst family, an American media giant.

She is just 20 years old. She is the same year as Tracy. Besides being a model like his cousin, she is also an actor.

The representative works of later generations are gossip girl. It is said that the prototype of Queen s played by Blake Lively in gossip girl is her.

Lydia and Amanda have a very good relationship and are basically inseparable. In the circle of celebrities in Manhattan, they are often compared with the Hilton sisters.

The Hearst sisters have a better reputation than the Hilton sisters, but they are a little worse in reputation. In fact, when Tracy first came here, he could see that the Hilton sisters were more popular.

However, after all, it is a woman from the Hearst family who has her own aura of topic, and their two sisters have always been highly concerned.

Inasha, the daughter of CP, is not very famous now, but she will be the representative of celebrities in the future. After all, Lao Tzu, who likes to be, succeeded in reaching the top, which brought her a lot of aura.

Avril lavini punk Diva released her first album in 2002 with good results.

This year will release the second album, which is also a very classic album. Tracy was eager to dig her into her own company and knew she would explode this year.

I just didn't expect that Avril had contact with these celebrities so early. In his impression, Avril should have known them only a few years later when she signed up with Ford model company.

It seems that they should have known each other for a long time.

While talking with Amanda, Tracy focused too much on Ivanka and Avril.

The former is still a little reluctant and eager to try, but he seldom interrupts. The latter drank muggy wine and looked sad. He didn't seem interested in talking to them. He should be upset.

"Tracy, Lydia always wanted to know you, but she never had a chance..."

"Yes, I'm your pineapple, and your book is at the head of my bed." before Amanda finished, Lydia excitedly took up the conversation. She naturally grabbed Tracy's arm and squeezed him, just like a little fan.

Feeling the squeeze on her arm, Tracy smiled at her and joked, "then you often sleep with my book. Do you want me to sign for you?"

"Of course... Of course..." Lydia smiled into a crescent moon and immediately said to her sister, "Amanda, do you have a pen there?"

Amanda's helpless staller said, "you have to find Paris. This is her territory... No, she's coming."

Then he raised his chin and pointed behind Tracy.

Several people's eyes unconsciously looked at the past. Paris came with a group of people smiling, and Tracy's friend Andre was beside her.

"Hi, Tracy, welcome to my party." Paris came directly to Tracy, ignoring Amanda and Lydia around him.

"Thank you." Tracy smiled faintly and shook her hand gently, with a lukewarm attitude.

Being between two groups of people, fools can feel that there is something wrong with the current atmosphere.

Amanda on his right was silent and squinted at Paris. Lydia on the left looked unhappy and grabbed Tracy's arm more tightly.

These people don't seem to deal with it. They still get together to have a party. Do they want to fight in groups?

Tracy observed secretly, muttered in his heart, and then handed Andre an inquiring look. Andre can't speak now, but smiled. It seems that I can't help.

"I've wanted to know you for a long time, but I haven't had much chance. Andre always shirks and says you don't come to New York often. In fact, I often work in Los Angeles. Can you give me your contact information?" Paris said, winking at Tracy.

Tracy was stunned by such an obvious hint, thought about it and said, "you can..."

"Don't give it to her, Tracy... She's a green pond."

Tracy had not finished speaking when she heard Lydia whispering in her ear. Although the voice was small, Paris could also hear it, as if it were for the other party.

Are all the Hurst women so fresh.

Tracy smoked from the corners of his mouth. He would rather be a melon eater and watch the excitement, rather than get involved in the disputes of these women. Now caught in the middle, it's a dilemma.

Hearing Lydia's words, Paris changed her face slightly and her smile became a little cold. She stared at Lydia and said, "Amanda hasn't spoken yet. You can speak that round."

"Oh, do you want me to expose your background?" Lydia opened her mouth without hesitation and turned back with a mockery on her face.

Paris didn't seem to hear it. She ignored Lydia and turned to Amanda. "I didn't notice you all came just now. I'm sorry for the poor reception."

"It doesn't matter. We are also bored. I didn't expect it to be more boring here."

"Hehe, the party hasn't started yet and everyone hasn't arrived yet. I'll introduce some friends to you later."

"I don't care. Tracy is here. Thank you for your surprise. I haven't seen him for a long time."

Hey, I said, can you two involve me.

Tracy glanced at both faces and cried out.

I really don't understand. These two people clearly don't deal with each other. Why do they have to get together? Is this to disgust each other.

"By the way, Tracy. This is my sister Nicky." Paris didn't inquire about Amanda's relationship with Tracy, but turned to introduce her sister to Tracy.

Tracy said hello to Nicky and immediately gave Andre another look.

"Sorry, guys. Andre seems to have something to say to me." Tracy interrupted before Paris continued to introduce her friend.

Andre was slightly stunned and wanted to explain, but Tracy didn't give him a chance. He came forward and dragged his arm out.

"Tracy, i..."

"Damn it, you know how hard I feel among them."

"Well, they're not aiming at you."

"I know, but they seem to be fighting me."

"Hey, hey, it's not good. Hold left and right..."

"Fart, can the Hearst's crazy woman provoke? And the Hilton's Slut... You have a strong taste and are not afraid of getting sick."

"Don't say that, man. Nicky is much better than her Paris."

"Oh, they are no different to me," said Tracy, glancing at the crowd. He and Andre are in the corner, and they are not afraid to hear him.

Meanwhile, Paris approached Amanda and whispered in her ear, "he's my prey. You'd better be honest."

Amanda sneered and said, "he was mine a year ago."