hollywood billionaire

Chapter 369 Breakfast in Hell
"Why do you still eat these after arriving in the United States?"

Glancing at the dinner plate that Louis had just brought in front of her, Sophie grasped the corners of the square table with both hands, leaned down, and complained in a low voice.

"what happened?"

Louis asked vaguely as he took a large spoonful of baked beans into his mouth.

"We're here on our honeymoon, and we're still having English breakfast. What do you think is wrong?" Sophie sighed bitterly, raised her left hand into the air, and twirled her index finger in a circle, "Look around yourself, is it possible?" Don’t you think it’s a little out of place, my dear?”

Hearing his wife's words, Louis, who was chewing bacon crunchily, raised his head and followed Sophie's movements, circling the restaurant.

Last night, the two people who had their accommodation reservation temporarily canceled by their Airbnb host unexpectedly met Madison Beale on the Las Vegas Strip. Not only was Sophie flattered by the approachable, friendly and enthusiastic Tracy McGrady, who had no celebrity pretensions at all, but even Louis, who usually didn't care about Hollywood, the entertainment industry and the record industry, became in a happy mood.

A pop star with more than 10 million fans online proactively asked to take photos with them and sincerely wished them a happy honeymoon... If it were you, you would be beautiful, too.

Therefore, when Sophie stood at the junction of the Sands Boulevard and the Las Vegas Strip and told him for the third time that she wanted to pay thousands of dollars to stay at the Wynn Hotel tonight, Louis' objections did not matter. Nothing could be more clear and firm.

After all, as my wife said, the meaning of a honeymoon is to experience all the novelties that may not happen again in the next few decades of trivial life, right?
Therefore, they endured the soaring prices caused by the Mad City music festival and stayed in one of the last three king-size rooms at Wynn at a price that was 3.5 times higher than during the non-event period.

So, when they woke up, the hungry British couple was faced with a dilemma. Should they leave the resort and find a chain fast food restaurant or IHOP to satisfy their hunger, or should they continue to contribute their meager contribution to Wynn Hotel's sales this year?
After a fierce ideological struggle, Sophie once again became the one who made the decision - since she has already been extravagant, let's continue to be extravagant.

During the trip, diners tend to choose dishes that are rarely seen on weekdays, such as Japanese-style furikake salmon, and innovative French crepes inspired by Italian cannoli, instead of basically repeating them every day. daily matching.

As is the case with food, so is love.

Therefore, hotels will naturally not waste breakfast, a great revenue-generating opportunity that everyone cannot avoid, on so-called room reservation packages. Every room type at Wynn, from king rooms to tower suites, does not include breakfast and must be ordered a la carte.

"Me too!" Madison put down the coffee cup and dinner plate in her hands and gave Sophie a big hug, "My favorite couple! Are you going to the music festival today?"

"It seems you have booked the room at Wynn, right? Sophie and...Louis?"

"is it?"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Madison nodded, "Do you have any plans for today?"

"If that's the case, we shouldn't come here for breakfast at all." Sophie pursed her lips helplessly. She knew that her husband was born with this kind of personality. If he likes something, he will do it for decades. persist in.

That very recognizable American sweetheart face, as well as the equally surprised whispers from the group of young diners at the next table, made Sophie's heart beat faster with joy.

"You're saying...oh, God."

"Hey, baby, that's not..."

Breakfast is served in the hotel, and if you have to choose, choose their most unique one - Wynn Buffet.

"absolute."

"why?"

"I'm not going today." Louis patted his sleeves awkwardly and stood up, "We booked tickets for Sunday."

Every aspect of this spur-of-the-moment extravagant consumption seemed perfect, except for one thing.

"As soon as I swallow two pieces of buttery salmon bagel with hollowed out dough, it will stay in my stomach..."

Sophie followed her husband's gaze, and her doubtful expression was instantly replaced by unconcealable shock.

"Ah... yes, the last two or three rooms cost us three times the price, but we finally have a place to live..." Sophie quickly stood up and faced the other party, "Hi, Madison, I didn't expect this. I'm so happy to see you again!"

It is very different from the exhausted and exhausted look last night. The only thing in common may be the looming dark circles under the light eye shadow. This morning, Madison has completely restored the bright brilliance that a Hollywood teenage star should have.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

"In your opinion, what is expensive?"

"Shut up, you sound so stupid." Sophie covered her mouth and snickered. Louis' silly humor was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him.

"It's her."

"For $54.99 per person, how many spoonfuls of baked beans can we eat?"

Taking Wynn as an example, there are more than 16 fast food restaurants, fine restaurants and bars in the resort, as well as a buffet restaurant with 90 cooking kitchens that provide more than kinds of delicious dishes.

Breakfast is not included in the room.

The characteristic of Wynn Hotel is its circus-like bright colors and extreme use of floral art. Dozens of 22-foot-tall cast-iron models are placed throughout the cafeteria, each tightly wrapped in a floral sculptural ball composed of nearly 50 flowers. Coupled with the high classical dome with skylights, it creates a French open market dining atmosphere where luxury, elegance and liveliness coexist freely.

The reason why Wynn's buffet ranks among the top three buffet restaurants in Las Vegas all year round is not actually because of the food itself. Although the food is indeed rich, it is still inferior to the Bacchanal Buffet at Caesars Palace Hotel, the big brother of the casino, and the rising star Wicked Spoon at the Metropolitan Hotel. What really sets it apart from its competitors is its interior, which is arguably the best in the world.

Louis, who was still making sarcastic remarks about American eating habits, suddenly stopped talking. He stretched his neck slightly and motioned Sophie to look behind him. There was a big pile of scrambled eggs sealed in the closed mouth, which looked very funny.

"Everything we Brits don't eat." Louis imitated an American accent in an exaggerated way. "Chicken and waffles, pancakes, hash browns, avocado toast, kale, lots and lots of kale, eh! Don't forget it. Add maple syrup to every serving.”

Within a few seconds, Madison answered Sophie's inner question with her raised eyebrows and bright smile.

In her field of vision, Madison Beer, who was wearing a black floral skirt with diagonal edges and exquisite full makeup, looking sexy, charming and youthful, was holding a cup of coffee and a plate of pancakes along the Walking down the corridor in the direction of Sophie and Louis.

Most resorts on both sides of the Las Vegas Strip do not offer breakfast-included packages. It’s not because they don’t have this ability, it’s precisely because the resources of catering suppliers are too abundant. Each hotel has dozens of restaurants of various sizes, and luxury resorts use a variety of buffets as one of their main attractions to attract customers. one.

Therefore, Louis's dinner plate does look very outstanding, or at least it seems so to Sophie - bacon, sausages, eggs, baked beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast... except that there is no black pudding. This is the most standard full English breakfast.

"There are...five hundred kinds of food here, and you're eating something you can buy on your doorstep."

Does she remember us?
"Hey, wow, it's you two!"

The room itself is impeccable, with a spacious 60 square meters of space, which is enough to make the coffin boxes they stayed in when they traveled in Europe dwarfed. Sophie was delighted by the large dressing table in the bathroom and the warm entrance hall with a full-length mirror. The velvet king bed was so soft that you could sink into it, and the magnificent view of Spring Mountain outside the window also made Louis exclaim that it was a great value.

"Oh, this." Louis raised his silver fork with a confident look on his face, "Don't worry, I'll put something expensive in my mouth as soon as I finish this plate."

"But these are the only things I want to put in my mouth in the morning." Louis' eyes widened and he swallowed the baked beans, looking a little innocent.

"Maybe just strolling on the avenue." Sophie grinned, smiling like an American, and replied, "What about you? Do you have any plans after the performance?"

"Me, I still want to go to Mad City today..."

At this point, Madison deliberately changed her breath and made a dramatic pause.

"Stay with my boyfriend."

"Really? That's great."

Sophie frantically searched the gossip news database rooted in her mind and found that there was no update on Madison Beer's love life. So, she switched her smile to the polite mode that the British are best at, echoed, and tried her best to think of the most appropriate way to continue the conversation in a friendly atmosphere.

"He wants to perform too?"

"Oh, no, he's not an artist. He's the organizer...the founder of this music festival." Madison pointed to Sophie's six o'clock direction and smiled generously, "Look, it's over there. ”

Hearing this, Sophie and Louis both turned their heads and looked behind them. About five or six tables away from them, there was a young Asian man in a gray casual suit who was concentrating on serving his iced cappuccino. No with syrup. Next to him was a brown-haired beauty who was as beautiful as Madison. She supported her chin with one hand and stared at the former, smiling sweetly.

"My boyfriend and his secretary."

Almost forgetting that Madison, who hated cumbersomeness, Shi Shiranly added an introduction.

"secretary……"

Sophie opened her mouth and whispered.

"You mean Barbara Pavin?"

As mentioned before, Sophie knows every celebrity who has ever shared the stage with Justin Bieber. Barbara, who appeared on the Victoria's Secret stage in the same year as Bieber and was photographed with him backstage, is no exception.

"Well, modeling is just her day job." Madison said casually without changing her expression, her eyes plowing hard on Barbara's face several times. I didn’t expect that this guy who relies on his face to make a living is still somewhat famous.

Well, it feels more annoying.

"Okay, I have to go back quickly. My boyfriend is very clingy. He gets restless when he doesn't see me for a few minutes."

Noticing that the Hungarian girl and Han Yi were getting closer and closer, Madison quickly grabbed the coffee cup and dinner plate again, bowed, and said goodbye to Sophie and Louis with a smile.

"See you two tomorrow! Remember to come find me when you get to the scene! I wish you a happy day!"

"You too, Madison..."

Sophie raised her right hand in the air and looked at Madison's hurried away figure. She stayed there for a long time before turning sideways and looking at her husband who was also confused.

"What did we just...hear?"

"Get your hands off my boyfriend."

Without even thinking about how much of a shock her speech had brought to the two couples, and showing no concern for it, Madison rushed back to the dining table and knocked the coffee cup on Han Yi and Barbara. In the meantime, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

"It's amazing. I can dream even when I'm awake."

Barbara smiled slightly and glanced sideways at her.

"Since when was he your boyfriend?"

"Is it yours?" Madison snorted.

"Last time I checked, between the two of us, I'm the only one who has it wrong."

"Last time I checked, you're still a slut."

"you……"

"Ladies……"

Han Yi, who wanted to bury himself completely in pancakes, had to speak out to stop the conflict that was about to escalate in public. He couldn't remember how many times he had started using the word "ladies".

"You two are already eye-catching enough, can you... don't let the fans who know you hear such a terrible conversation?"

"If you are willing to have breakfast in the room, we don't have to fight here, right?" Barbara crossed her arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I agree."

Only on this issue can Madison and Barbara reach a united front. After the car and horse were revealed last night, the verbal battle between the two people never stopped.

Yes, following the small-scale friction between China and South Korea, another international dispute unfortunately occurred in Han Yi's world.

The countries involved this time are the United States and Hungary.

The Wynn Tower Suite where Han Yi stayed was the main battlefield of this dispute.

Even for a reborn person who has been through a lot, this is an experience that is too wonderful to describe.

The two heroines standing at the top of the food chain are facing each other tit for tat, while Han Yi, who is caught in the middle as a treasure to be sold at a price, waiting for the winner to claim it, can do nothing and dare not do anything.

What a feminist, yet anti-feminist scene.

After all, if people like Barbara Pavin and Madison Beer bravely and honestly speak out for their emotions and pursue the partner they identify with and the happiness they want, is it considered empowering women or disempowering women?

No one can explain clearly or distinguish clearly.

No matter how much theory and discussion there is, in the end, the answer can only be given in four words - a matter of opinion.

However, at least in Han Yi's view, if two British gentlemen, Colin Firth and Hugh Grant, can be jealous of a 32-year-old single woman who talks nonsense in her diary all day long, the audience will still be willing to do so. If we happily accept it, then the explosive interaction between Barbara and Madison can be justified in terms of rationality and morality, and should even be regarded as a challenge to the traditional gender interaction model.

Although the genders are different, the essence remains the same.

In short, they are all Shura fields, there is no distinction between them.

Anyway, if the feud between Maddie and Barbie was a theatrical movie, he would be willing to contribute ten tickets. If it were a TV series, he could follow it for as many seasons as possible, and watch reruns from time to time to reminisce.

To put it more exaggeratedly, if this was an Onlyfans drama account, he would be worth the entire $99 VIP package.

But unfortunately, this is reality.

And it’s a reality in which he is one of the protagonists.

The two beauties in this world were fighting each other in front of him. Not only was it not a visual and auditory enjoyment, but it was a unique and different kind of torture.

Because every verbal exchange between Barbara and Madison reminds Han Yi that his ability to handle intimate relationships and emotional life is not zero, but negative.

Even Brad Pitt knows to let go of Jennifer Aniston first and then choose Angelina Jolie.

Therefore, after finally coaxing the two girls back to their respective rooms, Han Yi repeatedly jumped between serious self-criticism and uncontrollable secret joy. He tossed and turned for an unknown amount of time before falling asleep.

But this belated sleep did not last long. At 7:30 in the morning, less than four hours after clutching his eyes, Han Yi woke up from a nightmare whose details he could not remember. After trying in vain for half an hour, he finally confirmed the fact in frustration - although his body was extremely tired, at this moment, it was impossible for him to get any more rest.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of Barbara taking off her bathrobe, and Madison's sharp gaze looking past her towards the master bedroom door.

How can I sleep here?
Covering his face and letting out a long sigh, Han Yi got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. He originally planned to take a quick shower, order some simple breakfast to be delivered to the room, finish it quickly and rush to the music festival venue, using work as a way to numb himself and escape reality. Unfortunately, before he could reach for the phone on the bedside, wrapped in a bath towel, there was another ominous knock on the door of the suite.

Dragging heavy steps, he pushed away the fate he had foreseen: Barbara Pavin and Madison Beer, who fell asleep later than him, appeared at his door together with full makeup on.

As a result, the planned in-room dining was abruptly changed to a banquet for three people in the Wynn buffet restaurant. There was no other reason. Han Yi just hoped to take advantage of the crowded public place to ease the tension between Tracy McGrady and Barbie. After all, they are all celebrities, so they shouldn't cause such an ugly scene outside.

But he never expected that although the volume was indeed lower, the intensity of this battle did not diminish at all. On the contrary, it became more intense as the two female generals gradually gained more experience in fighting.

"Look, even Jenny Humphrey agrees with me."

"Are your words lethal?"

"If you are also an underage girl with an eccentric personality and use thick eyeliner to express your rebelliousness... then it should be quite lethal."

"What did Zsa Zsa Gabor say?"

"What's the lethality of your words?"

"If you are also a Hungarian star who has no talent and is famous just because you are famous... that should be quite lethal."

"you……"

"But, if I remember correctly, Zsa Zsa Garbo is not only Hungarian, but also Jewish."

Just when Han Yi was listening with interest but with fear, and secretly wondering if he could survive three rounds with two girls if he were in the ring, a very familiar sound suddenly came from the back of his head, making him The blood all over his body instantly turned into a bone-chilling sweet sound.

This voice reminded him of a cruel fact that he had ignored.

Being in a public place can reduce the speed at which the war spreads to itself, but at the same time, it also increases the possibility of attracting a third party to join the war.

Madison Beale and Barbara Pavin, who were sitting on the left and right sides of Han Yi, turned their heads with him and looked at the man who had appeared behind Han Yi at an unknown time, wearing a ponytail and black-rimmed glasses. A petite Chinese girl sipping a glass of whole milk.

"Yi Yi..."

Licking her upper lip covered with milk foam, Xu Yiru's eyes jumped back and forth several times at a very fast speed between Barbara and Madison's friendly but guarded pretty faces, and finally landed slowly on Han Yi. Above his eyes, which were so frightened that he was glazed over, he switched the language back to Chinese.

"It seems like there are a lot of guests to receive today."

(End of this chapter)