The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 442 Sheep's Hoof

Helpless, Xibel could only leave, walked out of the office building, and got into a car driving by the roadside, feeling aggrieved and depressed.

She had a feeling that she was getting taken advantage of this time.

No one likes to be taken advantage of for free, even Hollywood actresses who treat stripping and sleeping with men as if they were eating or drinking are no exception.

Sibel thought about what he had filmed last time and had the urge to post it online via Twitter.

But she endured it.

Because Harvey didn't say anything definite, Sibel still had some hope.

She has experienced what Hollywood is like in recent years. Once these things are exposed, no matter what the final result is, her acting career will be over.

From now on, no one will ask her to film a movie anymore.

The cell phone rang, and Sibel realized it was Fiona, the vice president of the Sisterhood Parade, calling. She calmed herself down a bit, answered the call, and greeted her enthusiastically.

Fiona sent an invitation: "After the New Year, Sister Parade will hold several events in San Francisco. Do you have time?"

Sibel thought about it. She had no work recently and didn't know if there was any news from Harvey yet. The sister parade would be the biggest guarantee. She replied, "I am a member of the sisterhood. Of course I have to participate in the activities. This is in my hometown of San Francisco."

At the Sisters Parade branch in San Francisco, Fiona asked, "Your mailing address hasn't changed, has it? Okay, I'll have someone mail you an invitation and book your flight according to your address."

Xibel on the other side hurriedly thanked him.

Fiona hung up the phone, looked at her assistant Monica, and asked, "Has the person in charge here, Milani, arrived?"

Monica also came from the Butterfly Company and said, "Melani is already in the reception room."

Fiona entered Jennifer Siebel's name into the system and went to the reception room.

Melanie is one of the feminist leaders in San Francisco, but compared to Los Angeles, which is at the forefront of the United States, San Francisco is developing more slowly.

Another point is that Fiona came from Los Angeles and brought the most important thing for the development of women's rights - money.

There is no money or benefit to be gained, only idiots would fight.

Fiona asked directly: "Has the City Hall approved our application for the rally?"

The gatherings here also need approval. Melanie has been in charge of dealing with the San Francisco City Hall. "It has been approved. We will be officially notified before the weekend at the earliest. But I got some bad news. The Matthewsin Association is also applying for a New Year's gathering."

Fiona has always been a true feminist, and she hates the mortal enemy homosexual organization: "What do those perverts want to do? Are they going to make things difficult for us again?"

Melanie laughed: "This is San Francisco, not Los Angeles. The power of homosexuals here is far less than that in Los Angeles."

There have been more than one incident of homosexuals being shot in San Francisco.

Fiona, who was completely concerned about women's rights and the sister parade, asked, "I heard that the current mayor, Gavin Niu Sen, is more supportive of women's rights. Can we invite him to participate in our event?"

Milani said: "We can try, there should be a chance to invite him."

Fiona continued to ask, "Are there any female politicians or celebrities in the San Francisco area? The kind we can invite?"

"Let me think about it." Milani thought for a moment and said, "San Francisco's Chief District Attorney Kamala is a black woman named Kamala Harris, the mistress of former Speaker Willie Brown. She doesn't have a very good reputation, but she has always been committed to protecting women's rights."

Fiona said: "Invite her as well. We have attracted enough celebrities and politicians, and their influence is great enough. We will gain momentum quickly and be able to suppress those perverts."

Melanie did not personally experience the conflict between the Sisters' March and the Matthiasin Association in the Los Angeles area, but after watching the relevant news and videos, she realized that the homosexual community is definitely their mortal enemy.

The situation here in San Francisco is different from that in Los Angeles. The sister parade will definitely suppress homosexuality.

Fiona returned to her office, found her spare cell phone, called Los Angeles, and contacted Hawke directly.

Hawke's opinion was very clear. On the one hand, the feminist activities here expanded their influence and created momentum. On the other hand, they found a suitable opportunity to introduce Jennifer Siebel to Gavin Bullson.

Fiona could roughly guess that these were related to relationships between men and women.

But Gavin Newson comes from a big family and is the mayor of San Francisco. How could he fall in love with a Hollywood actress?
It is well known that an actress’s pants can fall down at any time.

Fiona checked Sibel's background and found out that she came from a normal middle-class family.

Although she didn't understand, she still did what Hawke asked.

…………

Los Angeles, Brentwood.

On the weekend morning, Megan Taylor got up early, took a shower, put on light makeup, called Caroline Jones next door, and went to the nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients.

Inside the newly renovated villa, Caroline walked into the kitchen in her high heels, holding a piece of beef in both hands, and asked, "Does this need to be cut?"

"Hey, honey, if you can't cook, I suggest you don't use a knife." Megan didn't want this special date to go into the hospital instead, saying, "Hawke has a very picky mouth. If it's not cooked well, he won't eat it."

Caroline curled her lips and said, "It is true. There are some delicious foods in front of us, but we refuse to eat them."

Megan turned her head, looked her up and down, and nodded: "It is indeed delicious." Caroline put down the beef, washed her hands, leaned against the door frame on one side of the kitchen, and asked directly: "Every time you go to his office, you eat everything secretly, right?"

"No." Megan continued to process the ingredients in her hands.

Caroline snorted coldly: "Don't deny it, I smelled it a few times."

Megan put down the knife in her hand and said, "I didn't eat secretly, because I always eat openly when I go to his office."

Her smile bloomed like a flower: "Whenever I'm hungry, I go to him and eat whatever I want until I'm full."

Even though the two had interacted many times and became close friends, Caroline still couldn't help but feel envious and jealous when she heard Megan's blatant show-off.

The most important thing is that the other party can eat whatever they want, but you can’t.

I feel really unbalanced.

Caroline bared her sharp little white teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid that Erica Ferguson will shoot you in the head?"

Megan laughed crisply. "Honey, you are so focused on your work at Twitter that you are a fool in these aspects. Do you remember what I told you last time? Can my relationship with Hawke be hidden from Erica, a detective? I don't know much about other people. There are many people in Fox TV who want to take my position. Some of them have already sent emails to the Detective Bureau."

Caroline understood: "Want to use Erica's gun to kill you?"

"That's right." Megan was not as cheerful at work as she was in her daily life: "But I got rid of them all, and they couldn't even keep their jobs."

Caroline asked, "She acquiesced to you and Hawke?"

Megan shook her head: "Do you think we are a threat to these women from big families? There is no man who doesn't cheat. A man with wealth and power will definitely find a lover or something else."

Caroline used to work in public relations, specializing in cleaning up messes, so of course she understands these principles.

The model husbands portrayed in the media have all collapsed.

For example, Bill Gates and his wife, who have always been hyping up their love, Caroline has heard many rumors in the business circle that the world's richest man is very extravagant.

Megan's words continued: "I am the product of a failed marriage. The terrible memories of my childhood are still hard to forget. Perhaps some people are right. The serious trauma suffered in childhood can never be healed in a lifetime."

Caroline crossed her arms and pressed the fruit with the twigs: "Have you ever thought about getting married?"

"Yes, I am afraid of marriage and I don't like children." Megan smiled: "I have never thought about marrying anyone, nor have I thought about having children. Hawke knows this, and everyone around me knows it a little bit."

Caroline was silent for a moment before she said, "So, you were never a threat."

Megan looked at her: "I remember you said something similar to me, is it true?"

"Of course." Caroline pulled up her clothes and showed the watch on her wrist: "I am a selfish person, chasing fashion and pursuing quality of life because I like to enjoy it."

Megan reminded: "You have to think about it carefully."

Caroline stuck out her tongue and licked her blood-red lips: "You know what? Every time I see you cheating, I can't help but want to kick you!"

Megan teased, "With your sheep's hoof?"

Caroline lowered her head and widened her eyes like an angry little lamb.

Megan wiped her hands: “Wait a moment, you help me prepare lunch, and then go back.”

Hearing that this shameless woman wanted to burn the bridge, Caroline was really angry, so she said angrily: "You want to eat alone again? That's not what you said when you found me last night!"

Meghan said deliberately: “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you a bite.”

The sisterhood seemed to be cracking like plastic, and Caroline didn't want to talk to her anymore.

"Give him a little surprise." Megan came over and said a few words: "As long as he is in the mood, he will never refuse."

Caroline stared at her. "You didn't lie to me?"

Megan pointed to the wall clock and said, "Well, wait until two o'clock in the afternoon and come directly over. You know the password to my house."

"I'll trust you again." Caroline helped Megan pack the ingredients.

Around half past ten, she left Megan's house and went to her own home next door. She ran to the second floor and sat in front of the window to watch.

Not long after, a Mercedes-Benz bulletproof sedan drove into Megan's house. Two cars were parked outside with bodyguards in them.

Caroline came to the left side of the house and looked through the side window, taking out her cell phone from time to time.

Women are naturally less trusting of their sisters.

The so-called sisters helping sisters is just empty talk most of the time.

Caroline decided to wait until half past one at most.

(End of this chapter)