hollywood billionaire

Chapter 442 Why Can’t I Spend All the Money? (Part )

"What are you doing..."

"You don't reply to messages or answer calls?"

"Don't let Yuzhen seize the opportunity, okay?"

Madison played with her ponytail, raised her other hand, glanced at her phone screen which still had no new message notifications popping up, and walked towards the door of 864 Stradella Road mumbling to herself.

His steps were a little slow and weak, but not to the point where he could not walk and had to rest on the side of the road to recover his strength.

Seeing this scene, you don't have to guess to know that Madison's excuse for letting Zhao Youzhen go back first was a little trick she came up with on a whim.

I used the excuse of taking a break on the slope of Errol Road to shake off my manager, then called Han Yi to act pitiful, making time difference and asking him to pick me up. I used the ten minutes of solitude to relive my first kiss on Hollywood Ridge Road that day.

Anyway, there are usually few vehicles passing by Stradella Road, which is located at the top of Bel Air. On Sunday afternoons, it is so quiet that you can hear car horns at the foot of the mountain. Why not make use of this undisturbed space?
She was very confident that today's all-white sports suit, which was full of fitness and vitality, yet sexy and charming, including a sports bra and yoga shorts, would definitely make him linger.

When going out just now, McGrady paid special attention to it and found that Han Yi had secretly glanced at him several times.

In addition, Madison was very confident in her plan because through observation during this period, she found that her manager was fundamentally different from Grace or Barbara, who were always trying to seize the initiative. Although she made her feelings clear to everyone, she still adhered to her professional identity and moral standards without crossing the line.

So, Maddie was relieved to let Yuzhen go back first. She would definitely not use this time to do something else. What's more, 864 Stradella Road was full of employees. Sophia was in the salon, Harold and his wife were in the kitchen, Bobby was in the garden, Johanna was in the lounge, and Corey was always on the move, taking care of the entire mansion meticulously.

It is not easy to commit a crime under such circumstances.

But after waiting in front of the slope for a long time, making several phone calls, and bombarding several rounds of WhatsApp messages, Han Yi showed no response at all, which made McGrady doubt his own judgment.

It’s impossible…right?

Is it impossible...?

As she thought this, Madison pressed the intercom at 864 Stradella Road.

"Ms. Beale."

The waiting time was no more than three seconds, and Kian Griffin's lazy but obviously smiling voice came from the other end of the call port.

"Welcome home."

"Thank you, Kian."

“How was the uphill run?”

"I was almost paralyzed from exhaustion...but luckily I survived."

"Haha, I'm glad you're alive. Come in, do you want me to ask Johanna to bring some cold drinks to your room?"

"Not for now, I'll just go to the kitchen. But thank you very much, Kian."

"At your service."

Madison liked this cool black uncle very much. Not only was he from New York, but his past experiences were also very interesting. When she first heard those gangster stories about 2Pac and Suge Knight from him, she couldn't believe her ears.

There are actually people who have really experienced that period of history!
You know, 2Pac died in 1996, and Madison had to wait three years before she cried for the first time in this world.

Maddie regarded Kian as a wise man who knew the secrets of the music industry in the 1990s, and liked to ask him questions whenever she had nothing to do. Kian himself also took good care of this girl, not only because she was the top star favored by his boss, but also because in her, Kian saw the future that he once had the opportunity to have.

"If I had been married then, my daughter would be the same age as you now."

Kian said this to Madison more than once.

"How did you know you would have a daughter?"

Madison would ask in return.

"I just know it." Kian couldn't reason with it, and he wouldn't make sense.

"Then why didn't you choose to get married at that time?" Madison asked curiously once.

"It's all old news... A child like you shouldn't hear it, nor should you know it." And Jian would glare at him, pretending to be intimidated, and then chuckle, "You just need to know that my chance has passed, that's all."

Not funny, but cool. His experience and background are quite mysterious, but surprisingly he feels very reliable.

Madison's impression of Kian eventually solidified into these few labels.

What will Han Yi be like when he reaches Ji'an's age?

He is definitely not cool. He couldn't be cool when he was young, and how could he be cool when he is old? But he should be very humorous, the kind that can make children happy. Whether it is his son or daughter, they should admire him very much. He has done so many things in his early twenties. If he is given another ten or twenty years...

The spiritual world of Pisces is so rich that they don't need a mobile phone or a TV. They can stage a different drama in their mind every day just by relying on their imagination.

Today is a heartwarming family drama 20 years later, and yesterday was the record company version of Christian Grey tying up the female star version of Anna Steele in the recording studio...

"Let's adjust the cleaning work to once a week until the Christmas holiday... Yes, Mr. Han will arrive in New York before Christmas. As for whether he will stay during the New Year, I'm not sure... I will confirm with him, but I will fly over at the end of the month to do the final interviews and then confirm the employee list, okay?"

Madison, whose face turned red from imagining things, just walked into the front courtyard of 864 Stradella Road when she met Corey McIntosh standing at the door and talking on the phone.

She didn't know who the other party was talking to on the phone, but Madison could tell that the topic of the conversation was related to the penthouse in One57.

Moreover, she captured a key message.

Before Christmas, Han Yi is going to New York.

hey-hey……

Are you here to celebrate the holidays with me?
Given the current situation...it's not a good idea to just take him home, right?

However, for Jews, isn’t it right to eat Chinese food on Christmas?

"Wait a minute... Miss Bill!"

Corey noticed Madison Beal walking toward the main entrance, and quickly pressed the mute button, then covered the microphone of his cell phone, and greeted Madison with a smile. "Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Corey." Maddie was in a good mood and her face was also sunny.

"Mr. Han is in the salon, meeting with Mr. Bromley." Corey's words were both a notification and a reminder. "Do you need something to eat after your workout? Ms. Zhao is also in the kitchen. If you need anything, I'll ask Felix and the others to prepare some chickpea salad or something."

"No, Corey, thanks for your concern, but I'm trying to control my weight." Madison touched her four clearly defined abdominal muscles. She could achieve this visual effect even without working out. Her stomach was completely blessed by God, and she felt more and more relaxed.

It turns out Yi was in a meeting.

No wonder you didn't answer the phone.

Your manager and your own judgment are still trustworthy.

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll go find Yuzhen by myself."

Patting Corey on the shoulder, Madison walked straight across the porch.

However, before arriving at the salon, the Long Island girl looked up, thought for a moment, and put the coat tied around her waist over her sports bra.

The reason she did this was not because she was a conservative girl who only wanted to show her beautiful parts to her lover, but...

She wanted to appear as elegant and mature as possible in front of Yi's business partners.

With elegant manners and proper conversation, she said good afternoon to Jordan Bromley in a subtle but enthusiastic manner, acting like a perfect hostess.

Maddie loves this kind of role-playing that is closely related to her future.

After throwing her ponytail back and making sure there weren't any stray strands of hair holding her back from exuding confidence, Madison decided to make a splashy appearance.

But before she set foot in the salon, this conversation that suddenly floated into her ears made her stop.

"...I understand their plans, their concerns, and their optimism about the property. Everyone is very optimistic about the future development prospects here, otherwise you wouldn't recommend this sale plan to me, and I wouldn't ask so many questions, right? But...I still want full ownership. I don't know Gatehouse, have never worked with them, don't know what kind of people they are, don't know how they run the company, and don't know if they will become a problem for me when I want to make some updates to this asset."

“I know that this was the key factor that kept them from reaching an agreement with previous investors for many years. One partner wanted a complete sale, the other partner didn’t want to sell at all… No one liked a half-baked acquisition.”

"Isn't it? They are wasting their time by doing this."

"So, what are we going to do? Just reject them and give up the project?"

"No... You know me, Jordan. I'm a cautious person. I start carefully and I end carefully. I don't want to make hasty decisions that I will regret... How about this, you first politely ask Gatehouse if they are willing to consider selling the entire ownership directly to me without the additional conditions of this so-called joint real estate investment trust. If they disagree, we will make a decision based on the actual situation."

"Ok."

"Also, please... Never mind, I'll let Antoine handle this matter."

"What is it? You can tell me, Yi. I will do my best to help wherever I can."

“I want to check all the properties they previously owned, their relationship with Starwood—well, now Marriott International—and their future expansion plans.”

"I can investigate these matters in the blink of an eye. Leave it to me."

"That would be great, thank you Jordan."

"What we should do... Do you mean to say that we want to see which cities and locations they have taken projects in next? If it is appropriate, we can jointly invest in those plots of land with them and tie them to this Hollywood project."

“Yes. If they insist on setting up a REIT, then I hope this REIT will do something serious instead of just relying on a project to collect rent and live off its capital.”

Plot of land?

Hollywood?
REIT?

Yi This is in...

"Maddie, I was just about to go out to look for you."

Madison's logical chain had not yet taken shape in her mind when Zhao Youzhen appeared in front of her.

"Are you feeling better?" Zhao Youzhen handed the transparent sports water bottle with a straw to the other person, "Your sports milkshake."

"Thank you. Ah..." Madison took the kettle, but did not glance inside. Instead, he pointed to the salon at the other end of the porch. "Did you hear...just now?"

"I heard it." Zhao Youzhen looked calm. "With such a loud volume, they didn't think of keeping the content of this conversation confidential."

"I heard them discussing some real estate investment trusts and Hollywood properties..." Madison hesitated, "Is he planning to... buy something again?"

"It looks like it." Yuzhen nodded, "W Hotel Hollywood."

"what?"

There was a slightly surprised cry, but the person who made this sound was not Madison.

Maddie and Yoo-jin looked in the direction of the voice and saw Xu Yiru, who had returned to The Vermont to get her study materials, appear at the gate.

She was holding a few brick-like textbooks and reading materials in her arms, and on her nose hung a pair of black-framed glasses that she almost never took off for the sake of convenience. Her hair was piled high in a bun, revealing her smooth and white forehead, looking like a typical female academic bully.

"What is he going to buy?"

"The W Hotel in Hollywood." This time it was McGrady who spoke.

"No way." Xiaoru's lips slightly parted, and even the air she was breathing became stagnant. She hurried two steps and walked in front of the two of them, the disbelief in her tone becoming more and more obvious, "Where did he get so much..."

Before they could utter this sigh, the three of them heard even more shocking news from the conversation coming from the salon.

"Let's put this matter aside for now. We'll discuss it again when they respond... What about the Jefferson at Hollywood apartment? Let me see. Essex Asset Management Company has listed it for $1.5 million. It has 270 luxury apartments and 8850 square feet of dining and retail space..."

“This REIT, is it going to set up a new REIT with me?”

(End of this chapter)