Chapter 1275 The guilty Beckett
"You mean the kind of person who was killed?"
Cassel shrugged, but he rolled his eyes when Beckett rolled his eyes, "We are here for your colleague, the murder of Ella Hayes."
"Murdered? Are you serious?" The female assistant's eyes were wide open, and her voice was filled with crying.
At this moment, the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound, with silver-white hair, two huge dark gold earrings hanging, Dior bag, and black lace gloves on his hands, stepping out of the elevator.
She wore a Valentino suit that was expensive when she looked at her look. Her front bangs were hot and she curled up and then she dangled her to cover her left forehead, which was a bit similar to the hairstyle of Superman for a certain period of time in the American drama "Louis and Clark: Superman's New Adventure".
The female assistant didn't bother talking nonsense with the three of them, and almost met at a speed of 100 meters. Jack subconsciously focused his eyes on the high heels on her feet.
Jack is very confident that his body's balance and coordination skills are now no less than the world's top acrobat, but he thought he could not move freely on the smooth ground like her in high heels. "I don't understand why it's so difficult to just make an appointment." The old woman complained while walking, and gently avoided the female assistant who couldn't stop the car. "I know, I'm very sorry. I've really made sure you made your beauty appointment last night." The female assistant hurriedly handed the notebook full of schedule in her hand.
The old woman interrupted her in a very mean tone, "I'm not interested in the details of your incompetence."
Simply glanced at the daily arrangements, she threw the record book back to the female assistant, "Tell Simon that I don't like the girl she interviewed for the Brazilian version.
What I want is a clean, sporty, smiling and sunny type, rather than a dirty and greasy fat woman who relies on LGBT+.
Reply to Mike Kers, I will attend his party, notify the driver to send me there tonight to 9:30 and pick me up on time at 9:45."
The female assistant followed behind her and wrote quickly until she suddenly stopped.
"Newbie?" The old woman stopped in front of Jack, and suddenly reached out to touch his chest without any warning, and tsk her mouth, "Great muscle lines, not the type of protein powder in the gym, let me see."
Jack followed her fingers for a while, but after reacting, she reached out to pat her butt and slapped her ass for a moment, "I suggest you don't do this. Ms. Prisley, attacking FBI agents is a serious crime."
"FBI?" The old woman shook her wrist and seemed to realize that the three uninvited guests in front of her seemed to be too distant from the fashion circle. "Who are you?" The little assistant who was asked by her was still confused. She seemed to have heard something NYPD before, but she didn't understand why she became the FBI again in the blink of an eye.
Beckett, who had been hiding behind Kassel, finally couldn't help but show up. While raising the police badge, he seemed to be guilty and half-covered his face.
"Uh, we are from NYPD, and I want to ask you a few questions, Ms. Prisley."
I didn't expect Miranda Prisley to recognize her at a glance, "Kate Beckett?!"
Not to mention Jack and Kassel on the side, even Beckett himself did not expect that after so many years, he could be recognized by the other party at a glance.
As if she saw what was in her mind, Miranda Prisley pointed her finger at her, "I will never forget the pair of smooth cheekbones."
"Wait, so you two have known each other long ago?" Cassel's eyes wandered back and forth on their faces. Beckett's face had been dyed with a blush at some point. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded as if he had accepted his fate, "Yes, when I wanted to be a model, my entire career lasted less than 15 minutes."
Cassel's expression became interesting, as if everything had been explained before was explained, "Are you saying you used to be a new model for "Sky Bridge"?"
"In the January 2011 page, I reserved a full two pages of display for her. The cover character at that time was Taylor Swift."
Miranda Prisley still had a slightly resentful expression on her face, "But you refused at that time. So far, you are the only one, oh, the only one who said 'no' to me."
After saying that, she tapped Beckett with her fingers, and then looked at Jack with interest, "I'm sorry I'm too busy today, but you both are very good. We can make an appointment another day."
"I'm sorry for letting you hear the word "no" next." Jack quickly interrupted her move to turn around.
Beckett continued, "We have a few questions to ask about you. It's about your assistant, Ella Hayes. We now represent the NYPD police."
Miranda Prisley was obviously stunned for a moment, looked at the uneasy female assistant beside her and nodded, "Okay, then go to my office to talk, don't answer all calls for the time being."
"Oh, I forgot to say that Deputy Editor-in-Chief Julian Bruckner is already waiting in your office." The female assistant took a small step and wanted to open the door for several people, but after Miranda Prisley waved her hand, she obediently hid aside.
"By the way, Ella is my former assistant."
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Dropping this sentence, Miranda Prisley raised her chin, raised her head proudly like a queen, and took the initiative to walk in front.
Jack blinked and finally remembered a classic old movie that had been thrown into the corner of his memory - "The Unforgettable Dream of the Bridge". If the person in front of him removes some of the wrinkles on his face, he will be the heroine Frosska.
All offices and conference rooms on this floor are partitioned with glass, which can be almost completely visible, except for the office in front of everyone.
Miranda Prisley pushed the door open and the middle-aged man with a pink shirt and even a ties in the past was already waiting behind the door with a respectful look on his face.
"Wait a moment, Julian." The female editor interrupted the slutty fan man who wanted to speak, picked up the sparkling water on the table and took a sip, and sat down in front of her seat.
The three people who followed in had no intention of sitting down, but stood next to the reception chair in front of their desk.
Beckett asked directly, "What do you mean by 'former assistant'?"
"I fired her yesterday afternoon because she made my schedule more than once recently, and even made me late on the board of directors.
And she made the same mistake last week, which made our magazine's new boss wait for 45 minutes."
Miranda Prisley said as she opened the cardboard box with the Ferragamo logo printed on the table, took out a pair of high heels with sharp heels that could be used as weapons, and changed them directly in front of several people.
(This chapter ends)