America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM...

Chapter 119. Elena's Surprise, The Ice and Fire Chef

On the plane to New York, Eric was resting with his eyes closed.

To be more precise, it's about nourishing the kidneys by closing your eyes.

After drinking the wine that Han Sanping gave me yesterday, I really felt energetic and incredibly vigorous.

Before drinking, I'll try to drink less tonight.

After drinking it, my mindset is like, "I want to beat ten of them up!"

But two hours after the first session, that energetic state began to fade.

Then, after he and Nicole finished reading the script, fatigue slowly crept over him, and his desire completely subsided in the latter half of the night.

According to Lao Han at the time, his alcohol was more effective than the pills, and most importantly, it had no side effects.

But this thing is just an external thing, a nourishing tonic, not a magic pill. It can't make Eric instantly defy the heavens.

After studying the script, the two embraced and fell asleep quickly.

I slept for quite a while, not getting up until after 10 a.m.

As he left amidst Nico's cunning, half-smiling gaze, he roughly understood her state of mind.

She must have sensed that something was going to happen on her trip to New York, so she gave her little man a pep talk beforehand, warning him not to do anything reckless.

The best way to control a man is to make him unable to even attempt sex.

To avoid the paparazzi, Eric drove Nicole's car away. Now, sitting in first class, even the most beautiful flight attendants seem insignificant to him.

A few hours later, the plane landed, and the silver-white Panamera was parked outside the waiting hall as always, which seemed to have become an unspoken agreement between the two.

Elena Olsen, with her exquisite makeup, waved to Eric as he walked out.

Even through the car door and sunglasses, Eric could see her lustful eyes and the female hormones emanating from her.

"Ugh!"

Life is tough, the protagonist sighs.

Eric had no choice but to reluctantly get into the woman's car, since he was such an outstanding man.

Looking at him, Elena gave a triumphant smile: "What, are you finally willing to leave your little lover behind to keep an old woman like me company?"

"I'll miss you," Eric teased her with a smile.

"Hmm? Then you can leave. I don't like forcing people to do things against their will!"

"Reluctant to part with it? Yeah, right! Let me finish what I have to say."

"Heh. At least you have some conscience."

As the car started, Elena took off her sunglasses, her captivating eyes giving Eric a strange look. "My little guy, what's wrong? You don't look too good."

Eric sighed inwardly again. "I'm already doing well enough to hold on. What else is there to pursue?"

"It's nothing, I was just hungry. I rushed over to see you without eating anything. Didn't you hear it? Not only is my stomach growling, but even my little brother in my belly is growling."

As soon as he finished speaking, Eric wanted to slap himself. Why didn't he have a handle on his mouth? He had to drive on every lousy road.

Elena winked and said, "Since you haven't completely forgotten me, I'll treat you to a big meal tonight."

"What do you want to eat?"

"A seafood feast."

"Uh, it's best if it's not too fishy. I'm a bit feverish, and my lips are almost blistered."

"Don't worry, this restaurant is top-notch in New York, especially its seafood, which is highly praised."

"Okay, I'll treat you to milk tonight too."

Elena laughed, then pointed to her mouth and made a humming sound.

"What do you mean? Why is it squealing like a pig?"

"You annoying guy, you're such a killjoy! I have to drive, and if you don't want an accident, you'd better be more proactive!"

Eric helplessly shrugged and touched her red lips, which finally made the woman smile.

"By the way, how's my makeup this time? You said you don't like heavy makeup, so I deliberately did a light makeup."

"Then I think you'd look better with heavy makeup."

The car suddenly skidded, and if Eric hadn't been wearing his seatbelt, he would have hit his head hard.

"You bastard, you said I'm ugly!"

"Hehe. What are you saying, darling? If I thought you were ugly, would I have flown all the way to New York? There are plenty of pretty girls in Los Angeles waiting for me to pick them up."

"Then what do you mean?" Elena pressed.

"What I mean is, whether it's light makeup or heavy makeup, it might make a difference to most people, but for Elena Olsen, it's all the same."

"You possess a unique charm, a charm that doesn't rely on makeup or even your face—a mature, alluring charm, do you understand?"

"Just a tiny bit of her fragrance will attract countless people who want to kiss her."

Sweet words can be intoxicating, and the car's condition immediately stabilized.

"Eric, with your smooth talk, handsome face, and status in the entertainment industry, I wonder how many girls you've managed to seduce."

Eric glanced at the other person and chuckled inwardly. "Your two nieces are already in my belly. It's not a waste that you personally introduced them to me."

However wicked one may be in one's heart, one must still maintain a facade of respectability.

Eric vehemently denied the allegations: "Don't slander me. I would never lay a hand on an ignorant girl. Deception is not my method. Mutual consent is my bottom line."

Before he could finish speaking, Elena glared at him and said sternly, "Then what about Ashley and Mary? You better explain yourself clearly!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Eric was startled.

"Stop pretending with me. You and those two sisters, haven't you already..."

The rest was left unsaid, but both of them understood.

Based on Eric's understanding of her, and since this woman had already asked, she must have some evidence.

He simply stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table.

"Yes, I did have relations with both of them, but how did you know?"

Elena smiled coldly and remained silent.

"Wait, Ashley and Mary told you that, didn't they?"

Elena continued to sneer and remain silent.

Eric scratched his head, somewhat puzzled. "This is something I don't understand. Why would they tell you this? I doubt even Garnett would tell you this."

"Hmph! If Garnettie finds out, even though she and David have been divorced for many years, do you believe that this former couple will get back together and come knocking on your door to chop you up!"

Eric shuddered. It was indeed a possibility, after all, he had slept with both of his precious daughters at the same time, and what was even more terrifying was that he had a 14-year-old daughter who idolized him.

In case of future

This terrifying situation would drive any parent crazy.

"Elena, you still haven't told me how you knew. Are you two so close that you share a sanitary napkin?"

"Hmph! You idiot, it's because they told me to keep an eye on you!"

"Huh? Staring at me? Why?"

Elena floored the gas pedal and sped off: "Of course it's because Mary is worried that you're lying to them, saying you're going to New York for work but actually you're messing around with other women, especially that woman named Gal Gadot."

"So they came to me and asked me to find out if you had actually come to New York, and that's how I found out about the three of you."

As she spoke, she glared at Eric again, and then quickly dribbled past him, revealing her dissatisfaction.

"Little guy, you're really something! Countless men across America want the Olsen twins, but you managed to snag both of them with one stroke!"

Eric could only chuckle awkwardly, "That proves you had good taste. If it weren't for a man as outstanding as me, how could I possibly catch your eye, Elena Olsen?"

"Besides, I got to know Ashley and Mary thanks to you, my aunt. You're practically our matchmaker, aren't you?"

Elena snorted coldly: "I just didn't expect you to actually succeed. Now look what's happened! An aunt and two nieces sharing one man. If this gets out, it will definitely be a sensational international news story. My mind is in turmoil."

"Where is the chaos?"

"Your mind is in turmoil; can't you understand human language?"

"Of course I understand, I just need to confirm."

Why?

"Let me rub it for you."

"You little rascal, I'm driving."

"I'm driving too!"

It's still early, but even if we go straight to have a seafood feast, the place isn't open yet.

Then Elena forcefully dragged Eric along to go shopping with her, and the car drove to what is now the most bustling street in the world—Fifth Avenue.

This place is filled with luxury goods and is home to countless internationally renowned brands.

The poor only have the right to glance at this place; it's a favorite spot for the rich.

When the two entered a Prada store, the sales clerk immediately recognized Elena's high-end women's clothing and had an estimated price range for her.

Then look at Eric; he's really handsome, so much so that any woman who sees him can't help but stop and stare for three seconds.

However, his outfit was rather cheap, and it was impossible to tell the specific brand.

Given the age difference between the two, his true identity is obvious: he is considered a gigolo who lives off a rich woman.

But when the bill came out and Eric casually tossed them a card to swipe, the reversal of roles instantly created a huge sense of contrast.

There were no dramatic scenes of waiters looking down on people and then getting their faces slapped in the face.

After all, those who can work here are people who have undergone certain quality training. Even if they have thoughts in their hearts, who would say them to their face?

This incident merely became a topic of conversation and anecdote within the group.

They shopped until sunset, both carrying bags of various sizes, but all they had to add up was a few hundred thousand US dollars.

In return, Elena laughed heartily, forgiving his coldness during this time and promising not to tattle on him to Ashley and Mary.

Of course, she had no right to hit him, since her own backside wasn't clean either.

After a boring shopping game, the two arrived at a restaurant called Flindersdale and sat down in a corner.

At this time, the restaurant was not crowded, and the food was served quickly, with one seafood dish after another being brought out.

Eric was genuinely hungry. He had been resting with his eyes closed the whole time on the plane, and the food in the air wasn't to his liking, so he didn't eat anything for lunch.

He looked at the lobster in the middle, preparing to take a bite first.

"Wait, little one, let me do it."

As she spoke, Elena peeled the shrimp shell and deftly used a knife to remove a piece of smooth, colored meat.

Then it first gently stuck out its tongue and licked the tail, then dipped it in some sauce, and presented it to Eric.

Seniors' cell phones on the subway!

Eric looked at her speechlessly: "Is this necessary? I think we should just eat our meal properly. Your exaggerated actions will attract attention."

Elena just stared at him stubbornly: "I like it, there will be a surprise if I eat it."

"What surprise?"

"Eat first, then we'll talk."

Eric could only swallow the shrimp meat, chewing as he looked at the other person.

Elena looked at him with a smile: "You have to eat all of this, otherwise I'm worried you won't have the strength to fight tonight."

"Don't worry, men are ready to fight, but where's your surprise?"

Eric wiped his mouth and asked.

"You'll see soon enough that I'm not like you, you little rascal, always breaking your promises."

Shrugging, Eric began to eat. Putting everything else aside, the restaurant was indeed quite good, especially the special dipping sauce, which tasted delicious with the seafood.

Half an hour later, the restaurant began to fill up, and an elderly couple, probably in their sixties, sat down at the table next to them.

The old man was dressed neatly and looked meticulous, while the old woman was generous and dignified, clearly a well-mannered person.

Eric had already devoured half the food, and the hunger in his stomach had vanished without a trace.

Elena glanced around at the people, then looked at Eric with a mysterious smile and said softly, "There are finally more people here. Wait for me, I have a surprise for you."

As she spoke, she got up and walked towards the bathroom. A moment later, she returned, wiped the water droplets from the corners of her mouth, seemingly to rinse her mouth.

"Uh, Elena, what exactly do you want?"

"Shh!"

Looking around, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Elena picked up an ice cube, suddenly bent down, and disappeared under the table.

Because of the long tablecloth covering it, and because it's a high table, even if someone were to hide underneath, it wouldn't be noticeable.

As the chain was pulled open, he understood what Elena's so-called surprise was all about.

No wonder this woman was just saying that there were enough people; it's not exciting enough without them.

"Um"

I let out a long breath, feeling the pulsating tip of my tongue.

He was very familiar with this slippery feeling; it was what men loved most.

Eric lowered his head slightly, picked up some food, and put it in his mouth to chew, even though the food had become tasteless; it was just for show.

"snort!"

He suddenly felt a tightness and his brows furrowed slightly.

He then felt somewhat uneasy, glancing furtively at the people around him, as if he had done something wrong.

A moment later, just as I got used to the feeling, I suddenly felt a cool sensation that instantly refreshed me.

It's like a place where fire and sea meet.

"Shit! So this is what they call the Ice and Fire Chef!"

(End of this chapter)