The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 127 Brand Trust Crisis
Century City, Beverly Beauty Center.

Because no unauthorized persons were allowed to enter the second floor, Hawke could only sit in the lobby on the first floor and wait.

Sarah Parker had already gone upstairs.

She has booked many beauty treatments, and cosmetic injections are just one of them.

Caroline came down from upstairs and sat next to Hawke, still feeling frightened: "Such a long needle was injected into the face. Not long after the injection, the whole face swelled up and the muscles were so stiff that I couldn't make any expression. It was so scary."

Hawke reminded her: "If you put on too much makeup, you will soon look like this."

"I don't want to." Caroline shook her head again and again: "I don't want to get an injection. I might as well turn into a sheep."

Hawke teased her deliberately: "Scream a few times and let me hear it."

Caroline quickly moved a seat to the side, away from this jerk: "Although your clothes and supplies have improved, your taste is still so bad."

Hawke knew how to hit her: "I came to Los Angeles in March, and it's only been eight months until November. Guess how much I made?"

Caroline stopped talking and didn't want to say a word.

There was no one else in the hall at this moment, so Hawke asked in a low voice, "How's Pete's situation going?"

"I wanted to give it to you." Caroline bared her teeth, showing that she was not easy to bully: "I don't want to give it to you now."

Hawke easily controlled her: "As for the commission, we didn't sign a contract."

Caroline quickly opened her bag, took out a stack of information, and handed it to him: "After this time, I will never cooperate with you again, I swear!"

"Who is the god of your sheep tribe who is in charge of oaths? Succubus or Satan?" Hawke opened the information, quickly browsed through it, and did not forget to make a few jokes.

He focused on the parts with Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston.

Because the target is Aniston, all the bad things that Pitt did in the past are just a thing of the past for Aniston.

Hawke found the part he wanted, and Pitt and Aniston hired a nanny.

In his previous life, Pete was a gossip-monger. To some extent, the popularity of gossip kept him at the top of the list. Some of them were stories that Pete and his nannies had to tell.

Caroline had some connections and got the photos.

Judging from the photos, the nanny has an average appearance and an average figure. She seems to be of Mexican descent and is not very attractive.

This may also be intentional on Aniston's part.

Hawke took out the nanny's photo and gave it back to Caroline: "Go check what this person's name is, where she lives when she's not working, and what ethnicity she is."

Caroline works in public relations, so she understood what Hawke meant as soon as she heard it: "No way, Peter would be interested in her?"

She couldn't figure it out: "Not to mention Aniston, every girlfriend of Pitt's in the past, which one wasn't several times prettier than her?"

Hawke said bluntly: "You little ewe, you don't understand a man's mind at all."

Caroline was indignant. She stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes, and called out to Hawke sarcastically, "Meeh—"

Hawke urged: "This man is the key, understand?"

With a commission hanging in the balance, Caroline's execution ability is beyond doubt: "Don't worry, I'll figure it out quickly."

After saying that, she took out her cell phone, stepped on her high heels, and went to make a call.

Hawke arrived at the front door.

The security guards standing here also reminded us emphatically: "The front door is for entry only, please use the side door to leave."

Hawke said deliberately, "My car is at the front door."

Security refused to let him go: "It is the company's policy. Please comply. Thank you."

After Caroline finished her call, Hawke came back and asked, "Just now in the car, I heard from Sarah that Bro had left Los Angeles?"

Caroline said, "It seems he is preparing some matters for his boss. He will probably be back in about a week."

Hawke made a note.

It was almost four in the afternoon when Sarah Parker finished all the maintenance projects and came downstairs, ready to return to Sherman Oaks.

Hawke took the initiative to greet him and whispered, "The car is at the front door. We'd better leave through the front door. My people have observed that there is no problem over there."

Sarah wore a hat and a scarf covering her face.

Just as she was about to speak, the female manager of the beauty center who was accompanying her said, "Ms. Parker, the main entrance is Beverly Boulevard, with cars and people coming and going. You should follow our arrangement and go through the side door."

The woman glanced at Hawke and saw that he was a stranger. She smiled professionally and said, "Sir, please trust that Beverly Beauty Center has made proper arrangements."

Sarah had worked on projects here more than once and had never had any problems. She waved at Hawke and said to Caroline, "Ask Sofia to drive to the side door."

The female supervisor brought a few people to see Sarah out.

Hawke followed alone.

Caroline looked back, slowed down her pace, and walked out with Hawke, saying, "Celebrities are all like this, they always have some inexplicable persistence and quirks."

Hawke understands this mentality: "After working so hard to become famous and popular in other places, if you don't show off your power when it's time, wouldn't all your efforts be wasted?"

Across the road from the side entrance of Beverly Beauty Center is a six-story commercial office building.

A group of Mexican workers are repairing the sign on the roof.

One of the phones vibrated, and he immediately picked up the tool bag, hid behind the ventilation vent, took out the camera that had been prepared long ago, quickly installed a telephoto lens, and aimed it at the side door.

A group of people came out from the side door of the beauty center and walked towards the nanny car at the bottom of the stairs.

Campos' camera lens accurately captured the woman in the middle and he pressed the shutter repeatedly.

Hawke and Caroline just arrived at the door.

The former glanced at the back of Sarah's waist and said to the latter, "The straps of her dress are loose."

It's hard for men to say this, so Caroline quickly stepped forward and said while gesturing, "Sarah, fix the belt again."

Sarah had been wearing a wide-brimmed hat and had her head lowered, but now she looked up and turned to look at Caroline.

Caroline walked a few steps behind her and tied the slightly loose belt.

"Get in the car," Hawke urged, "Hold on tight."

The group got on the bus quickly.

The business car driven by Edward followed behind.

Hawke secretly looked at Sarah's schedule and learned that she had several important dinners starting from the day after tomorrow, two of which were to meet with the judges of the Golden Globe Awards.

The Golden Globe Awards have not yet announced their nominations, and the requirements are not as strict as the Oscars, so now is a good time to meet privately.

These are routine public relations matters and are not Hawke's responsibility.

Hawke stared at Sarah's swollen and stiff face and said deliberately: "You'd better not go out in the next week. It will be troublesome if you are photographed in your current state."

When it comes to women's appearance, it is still derogatory. Sarah felt a little uncomfortable. She said, "These are all private dinners. I have to meet with several judges. I have to go."

Caroline continued, "It's not easy to ask them out. If you stand them up, you might offend them."

Hawke stopped talking and said no more.

When they arrived at Sherman Oaks, Hawke got off the car early, got into the business car that had been following him, and said goodbye and left.

In the nanny car, Sarah asked Caroline: "Is he busy with my affairs recently?"

Since she had her own share of the income, Caroline naturally said for Hawke: "Yes, Hawke has found a breakthrough to attack Jennifer Aniston."

She did not forget to highlight her role: "I found a lot of information he wanted, and we will soon launch targeted actions."

Sarah was very satisfied and said, "You will be responsible for contacting the location for the meeting with the judges."

In the business car on the other side, Hawke took out his cell phone and made a call: "How is the result of the photo?"

Campos said: "There are several photos where you can clearly see the face."

Hawke said, "Make several copies and put them in different places. I will ask the Savior to get a copy from you tonight."

"I'm backing up," Campos replied.

Hawke added, "Starting tomorrow, you will divide your people into two groups and follow Sarah Parker and Carolyn Jones respectively. Your target is Sarah Parker. Try to get a close-up shot of her face."

Now that the goal is very clear and Hawke has provided a rough itinerary, Campos said there is no problem.

Just three days later, good news came from Campos and the two sides agreed to meet in the safe room.

When Hawke and Edward arrived at the safe house, Campos was already waiting there with a notebook and photos.

Edward picked up the photo and looked at it. He gave Campos a fist bump and said, "Man, you did a great job this time." Campos said honestly, "Compared to what I did in Mexico, this job is neither dangerous nor complicated."

These simple words made Edward not know how to respond for a moment.

Hawke pulled open a chair and sat down to look at the photos first.

All the photos show the same person, Sarah Parker.

The first few photos show Sarah leaving the Beverly Beauty Center.

She wore a hat and a scarf around her neck. Only a few photos of her looking up actually captured her face. They were not particularly clear, but you could see that her face was swollen.

The other one was taken when she came out of a private club.

There happened to be wind at the time, which blew away Sarah's hat and scarf, revealing her entire face.

The camera was well positioned and the shots were very clear, with close-ups of Sarah's swollen and stiff face appearing in many photos.

On the notebook was a video shot by Campos' partner Garcia.

Because of the angle, the video is not as clear as the photo, but it can still be seen that Sarah's face is swollen and stiff.

Hawke picked out the clearest photos and handed them to Edward: "We won't need these."

Edward was confused by his operation: "Boss, we took these photos to expose them, right? These are the clearest."

Campos didn't say anything, but he pricked up his ears and listened carefully. Only if he did well in America could he go back for revenge.

"Our goal is not to get rid of Sarah Parker." Hawke saw that the two younger brothers were eager to learn, so he patiently explained: "The ultimate goal of this matter is to turn to Bro Derek, but if we can make another fortune in the process, why give up?"

Edward responded: "We create problems, and then we solve them."

Hawke nodded: "You are right, but you overlooked one point. The photos I gave up were too clear, which will increase the difficulty of solving the problem. The initiative is in our hands, so the difficulty of the problem must naturally be controlled by us."

Campos felt that he had learned something: "Those close-up photos were too clear to help Sarah?"

Hawke said: "This will increase our workload out of thin air." He picked out some photos of Sarah's face that were swollen and stiff, but not very clear. "These create problems. Enough."

Edward asked, "Boss, should I contact the media?"

"No, you can't go." Hawke shook his head slowly: "Many people know that there is a black handsome guy in the West Coast Studio."

Edward touched his head and said, "I'm so famous now."

Hawke pushed the photo in front of Campos and said, "Savior, please find the contact information of a few suitable large newspapers and give it to Campos. Campos, you contact the media and sell the photo tonight. Remember to sign a publication agreement. The newspaper must publish the photo after purchasing the copyright."

Bro Derick is not in Los Angeles at the moment, so the timing is right.

This was a completely new area, Campos asked, "Don't you agree to change to another one?"

“There’s so much entertainment media in Los Angeles that someone is bound to agree,” Hawke said.

Campos put away the photos and asked, "Where's the video? Don't sell it with it."

"Find a reliable subordinate and sell a separate copy of the video." Hawke reminded: "Remember, the video and the photos were taken by different freelance journalists. The copyright belongs to different photographers. There is no connection between you."

The news filming business of the West Coast Media and Entertainment Studio will inevitably be gradually diverted as it develops. Just like Hawke himself, he basically no longer participates in it, but the Savior occasionally gets a tip and goes to the scene to shoot.

In this case, it was the Mexican paparazzi who created the problem.

Hawke and West Coast Studios were only responsible for fixing the problems.

The business of Butterfly Consulting Company should also be self-sufficient as much as possible. Selling the copyright more often can also bring in extra income.

When it was completely dark, Campos quietly left the safe house, contacted Garcia, handed him the video, and followed Hawke's instructions to ask him to contact Los Angeles Channel 9.

This is a TV station that focuses on entertainment.

That night, Campos contacted the National Enquirer because he had two photos that linked the Beverly Beauty Center and the private club together, and he easily sold them for $3500.

On the other hand, Garcia had no experience in the video, especially without legal identity, so he lacked confidence, and the video was sold for only $1000.

Because it was too late and it was not explosive news, Los Angeles Channel 9 included it in the entertainment morning report the next morning.

When Hawke sent Edward away and was about to go back to the studio to rest, Caroline called.

She said directly: "I got the information of Pitt and Aniston's nanny."

Hawke glanced at his watch and said, "Let's go to a bar, have a drink and chat."

Caroline said, "Come to the Iris Bar on West Olympic Boulevard, and I'll be right there."

When Hawke arrived, Caroline was already sitting in a booth.

There weren't many people in the bar and it was relatively quiet, but the alcohol they sold was very expensive.

Hawke casually ordered a bottle of Don Julio Tequila, opened it, poured each of them a glass, and clinked glasses with Caroline: "Thank you for your hard work."

Caroline took a sip of her wine. “I thought you were just going to taunt me.”

"I will still give you money." Hawke reminded her: "You got $100,000 from me, right?"

Caroline's small chin tilted up: "I deserve it."

Hawke held out his hand: "Where's the stuff?"

Caroline pulled out a printout: "I wrote it all down here."

"Tell me about it." Hawke put it away and poured her another glass of wine.

Caroline took a sip and said, "The nanny's name is Lucia Sodi, a first-generation Mexican immigrant. She is 32 years old, married, and lives with her husband Rubio on Olvera Street, where Mexicans live. She has a boy and no criminal record."

Hawke took note and picked up the glass: "Drink."

Caroline took a sip, and when Hawke poured her another glass of wine, she suddenly became alert: "You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?"

"You?" Hawke shook his head deliberately and said, "Aren't you very heroic? When you were at William Morris, did you have the courage to spread your legs and show your camel's paws?"

Caroline couldn't tell him that if she took his money, she wouldn't have the courage to confront him head-on.

Hawke simply said, "I have a girlfriend."

"How come I don't know?" Caroline raised her voice unconsciously, as if she saw the money in her wallet suddenly fly out: "When did you find a girlfriend?"

Hawke stared at her in surprise: "You're not secretly in love with me, are you?"

Caroline snorted, "Don't be ridiculous. I'm just concerned about my partners."

After saying that, she picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"It's getting late, let's go." Hawke took out the money and put it on the table. Without caring about Caroline, he left the bar.

Caroline didn't move. She picked up the bottle of tequila, poured another glass and started drinking.

After drinking, I returned to the luxurious apartment I rented, lay down and fell asleep.

When the sun rose the next day, Caroline had not yet woken up from her sleep.

She didn't wake up until her cell phone rang again and again.

As soon as the call was connected, Sarah Parker's exasperated voice came from the other end: "What are you doing? Why don't you answer the phone! A very serious incident has happened, come to me quickly!"

Caroline was still in a daze: "Calm down, Sarah, what happened?"

"Damn it, you didn't know!" Sarah was very anxious: "Didn't you read today's newspaper?"

Caroline casually found an excuse: "I have a cold, I took medicine last night, and slept very soundly."

Sarah almost yelled, "My appearance after the injection was photographed by reporters! Those bastards from the National Enquirer put it on the front page!"

Caroline said as she walked quickly towards the bathroom, "I'll be right there. Have you notified Sophia?"

Sarah said: "Hawk has already informed her. If Hawk hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known such a serious situation had happened."

She accused: "Caroline, you have failed in your duty."

Caroline couldn't argue: "I'll be there right away." She asked: "Where's Hawke?"

Sarah said: "Hawke is on his way. This matter is very serious. If the media confirms that I got beauty injections, the advertisement I made for Lancome Aurora Essence Care Set will become a joke and will cause a crisis of trust in the brand..."

Her voice was trembling: "The consequences are too serious."

Caroline paused for a moment and thought of the best way to comfort her: "Don't panic. With Hawke here, these are nothing. He can find a solution. Think about Saint Steve and the selfie scandal. Hawke has created miracles more than once."

Hearing this, Sarah really calmed down a lot: "Come here quickly and take me to the club that Hawke mentioned. He is waiting for me."

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