The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 87: Light Pole God of War
Beverly Hills, Courtyard by Marriott.

In the reserved buffet banquet hall, people from the "Midnight Entertainment" program crew were partying.

Megan Taylor disappeared at the right time, carrying her meal tray into the connected private room, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite Hawke.

Hawke took the wine glass, poured her some red wine, and asked, "You're leaving so soon?"

"They can't let go when I'm here." Megan's eyes fell on Hawke, looking him over.

Hawke was dressed casually, in a fitted white short-sleeved shirt that stuck to his body, highlighting his muscular lines. The changes in the lines were particularly obvious when he raised and lowered his arms.

Megan's mouth was full of saliva, and she quickly picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Hawke noticed the strangeness in her eyes and deliberately asked, "What's wrong?"

Megan looked at her watch and it was not time to leave yet, so she said, "Someone told me that Gretchen from Ace News has been in contact with you?"

Hawke had no need to deny it: "It was normal business dealings. She wanted hot news, and I was able to provide it."

He specifically asked back: "How is your relationship with her?"

Megan laughed and said, "Direct competitor, if we rank the anchors of Channel 11, Gretchen, who occupies the prime time, will be ranked first, and I can only be ranked second."

Hawke, the scheming man, immediately said, "Since she is your competitor, I refuse to cooperate with her."

Megan didn't believe these words, but she felt very comfortable listening to them. She asked, "Next news, how are you going to give birth?"

Hawke said seriously: "I have always been serious about journalism and only filmed real events."

"I have news for you." Megan remembered something: "In the divorce lawsuit between Miller Collins and Maria Collins, the judge will be a woman, and the early mediator will also be a woman."

Hawke immediately grasped the essence of it: "Women helping women."

Megan's eyes lit up: "This point of view is very novel." She continued the previous topic: "If nothing unexpected happens, most of Miller Collins's property will be taken away by his wife and daughter."

Hawke remembered that Maria Collins was on Edward's list, and sighed: "The Savior must have saved the earth in his previous life."

Megan has a keen sense of news business matters: "I don't know why you wanted to go after Miller Collins, but your goal has been achieved."

Hawke corrected, "I'm only interested in women."

Megan blinked several times and said, "Thank you for catching the key person and helping me vent my anger."

Hawke said, "You should be more careful when you go out. There must be some members of the Dwarf Gang who have slipped through the net. If one of them goes crazy and wants to retaliate against you, you will be in trouble."

Megan fully agreed: "That's right, last time he scratched a car, next time he hurt someone..."

Hawke said, "You hire a bodyguard."

Meghan stared at him: “It’s too late tonight.”

She looked at her watch again and decided to be a hunter: "Don't you exercise regularly? Can you temporarily act as a bodyguard and take me home?"

Hawke picked up the phone on the table: "I'll take it to you."

After a brief tussle, the couple finally walked out of the hotel together.

Hawke drove the Mondeo and took Megan out of Beverly, into the Westwood area, turned onto West Olympic Avenue, and soon arrived in front of a detached villa.

Without waiting for Hawke to park, Megan took out the remote control and opened the electronic door: "Go in."

Hawke drove the car into the yard, followed Megan out of the car, and walked towards the door.

Megan walked in front.

Hawke was standing behind her, and Megan's good figure was clearly visible.

Megan opened the door and went in first.

Just as Hawke turned around to close the door, Megan threw away her handbag and rushed over.

The two kissed wildly and touched each other everywhere.

After a moment, Hawke pushed out.

Megan sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at Hawke in surprise, as if she couldn't understand why he pushed her away.

Hawke walked to the window and while closing the curtains, he glanced at the street lamp pole outside.

He drew all the curtains.

"You're careful," Megan said.

"I'm not afraid." Hawke went to pull another curtain. "I'm afraid you'll become the headline of other shows."

When the curtains were all drawn, Megan walked towards the bedroom in her high heels, hooked her finger at Hawke, opened the door, leaned against the door frame, and asked, "Why are you looking at the lamp pole specifically?"

Hawke told the truth: "My nickname is the Light Pole God of War."

Megan stared at a certain spot and exclaimed: "Very vivid."

Hawke walked over quickly and dragged her through the door.

…………

Outside a restaurant in Brentwood.

To thank Edward for playing with Indio, Deborah invited Edward to dinner.

When black people are trying to pick up girls, their IQ always skyrocket, as if their brains were filled with cotton and their brain cells grew again.

After a day, Edward had won Deborah's favor.

Deborah let Indio get in the car first and said to Edward, "Thank you so much today. We haven't been so happy for a long time."

Edward smiled brightly: "I am also very happy to be with you."

Deborah wanted to leave but felt like something was missing, so she made small talk: "I forgot to ask what you do for a living."

Edward remembered the business scope of the studio and said seriously: "Crisis public relations consulting and business strategic planning."

Deborah had been an actress before, so she understood what this industry was like. She said, "It's a very good job." Indio was tired and sleepy after a day of playing, so he rolled down the car window and stuck his head out: "Mom, let's go home and sleep."

Deborah pointed at Edward and said, "Wait a moment. I'll say goodbye to Edward."

Indio leaned against the car window and said in a childish voice, "Can't you take Edward to our house to sleep? We have so many rooms. I can play with him when I wake up tomorrow."

This made Deborah somewhat embarrassed.

Edward took the initiative to say goodbye: "It's too late, you can take Indio back."

Deborah nodded slightly.

Edward took the initiative to open the driver's door for her.

The red Bentley left quickly.

Edward got into a second-hand commercial vehicle and returned to East Hollywood. He parked the car next to the studio and opened the door and went in alone.

It was already late, and he walked around upstairs and downstairs but didn't find Hawke.

"That's strange. The boss didn't come back? Did he find out some important news?" Edward took out his cell phone and prepared to make a call.

Suddenly I remembered that Hawke went to Megan Taylor's party.

Edward has always been smart in this regard. He gave up the idea of ​​making a phone call and went upstairs to take a shower and go to bed.

…………

In the morning, Megan walked much more briskly, relieved of all the stress.

It was as if a blocked spring was suddenly cleared by a plumber, and all the water gushed out.

Inexplicably refreshing.

So, after getting up in the morning to provide assistance, Megan specially made high-protein breakfast for Hawke, including eggs, milk and fried fish.

They sat at the dining table and had breakfast together.

Hawke tasted the fried fish and praised: "Good cooking."

Megan said, "I usually make my own breakfast." She looked at the tall lamppost outside the window and asked, "Climbing this thing, can you really exercise that aspect of your body?"

Hawke casually replied: "Actually, I haven't climbed it many times."

Megan, however, tutted her tongue: “But you are indeed the lamp pole god of war.”

Hawke said: "Thank you, the nickname is well deserved."

His face straightened: "There is something I want to tell you."

Megan put down her knife and fork, worried that Hawke would confess his feelings, and she strangled the road directly: “Let me speak first.”

Hawke nodded: "You first."

Megan was very direct: "I am busy at work, under great pressure, and my career is on the rise. I don't have the time or energy to talk about a relationship, but I am an adult and it is inevitable that I have physical needs."

Hawke was relieved and said, "That's what I wanted to say."

Megan hadn’t forgotten that the ace female anchor of Channel 11 was trying to win over Hawke, and she specifically said, “Sure enough, we are the best partners, and we even have the same ideas.”

Hawke didn't respond, but continued the previous topic: "We don't enter each other's lives. If you or I need anything, you can find me or I can find you."

Megan thought more: "It's not just limited to my home, but I can go to other places."

“I can do either,” Hawke said.

Megan was very satisfied. Although Hawke had an ordinary face and was not very handsome, he was strong and powerful.

The most critical point - the lamp pole god of war.

After they finished their breakfast, Hawke packed up his things and prepared to leave.

Megan suddenly remembered something and called Hawke to the basement. She dug out a box from the locker and placed it in front of Hawke: "This thing was given to me by a sponsor when I participated in an event. I'm not on the front line, so I can't use it. You should be able to use it."

Hawke quickly opened the box, revealing a small shoulder-worn camera for easy filming on the move.

Megan added: "After the incident with the Shorty Gang a few days ago, I saw that a small number of LAPD officers have begun to equip themselves with similar equipment."

Hawke nodded: "It seems to be called a law enforcement recorder."

Megan specifically asked: "Yes."

"I've been wanting to buy it, but I've searched many stores and can't find it." Hawke put it away: "I want the item."

Megan's purpose was clear: "Use it to shoot more explosive news."

Hawke checked the time and said, "You should go to work. Let's go."

The two went out, and Megan's BMW 7 was sent for repairs, and the temporary car was parked in the hotel parking lot last night.

Hawke drove her to the Fox Television Center and returned to the studio.

Edward saw Hawke coming in, put down the sandwich in his hand, came over and sniffed: "Boss, you have a scent that is very familiar. Let me think about it..."

He does have a talent for women: "It's Megan Thee Stallion's scent!"

Hawke said: "Correct answer, deduct this week's salary."

"How can you be so cruel!" Edward asked carefully, "Are you guys dating?"

"You must be joking." Hawke sat on the sofa and stretched out, "A fellow runner who is taking care of his physical needs."

Edward praised: "You are worthy of being my boss, Edward. You are determined not to be tied to a tree."

Hawke saw a few boxes near the door and asked, "Are you moving?"

"Some of my stuff was left at Nicole's place, and she asked me to pick it up as soon as possible." Edward summed up his experience: "I can't leave my stuff at their place in the future. I still have to move in with my luggage."

(End of this chapter)