American Gossip King

Chapter 159 You are the new Butterfly

Lombank Street, Michal Condominium.

A couple is enjoying the spring sunshine in their apartment.

Unbeknownst to them, a camera was pointed directly at them from the building across the street.

Ian sat behind the camera, watching Julia Roberts and Danny Moda intently on the screen, and sighed softly.

Brideson was sitting in the room.

He listlessly cleaned his gun, looking at his boss with a puzzled expression: "You're not satisfied?"

Ian hummed in agreement: "Nothing special. Aside from the affair and the big star, there's not much to it."

Perhaps because he had become more familiar with Ian, Brideson became more talkative.

He laughed and said, "For most people, this is big news. Only you are different; you have too high expectations of yourself."

Ian Carl hates repetitive news.

The nature can be the same, but the presentation should be elaborate.

There wasn't much of a good storyline this time, leaving Ian with a helpless sigh: "I've ruined two good news stories in one night."

So he simply replied, puffing on his cigar, "That's the foundation upon which we've achieved all of this."

He turned to look at Bledson: "I usually do this with the girls, this is the first time I've done it with you."

Bridexson muttered, "I'm not going to offer my ass for that."

Ian smiled and said, "That's why I brought you along."

Bridexson asked in bewilderment, "Why didn't you bring Olivia along? You can do things and be a good person at the same time; isn't that your style?"

Ian shook his head: "I only take girls who are worth keeping by my side long-term to do news and come to my house... Olivia is not in that category."

Being overly proactive might give you a chance to get close to Ian, but it also means Ian won't take it too seriously.

A man is only good if he wins her over himself.

So for Ian, Olivia was just a passerby. He could use her when he wanted, and give her opportunities, but he wouldn't take it any further. Ian's main way of using Olivia was roughly this: one day when he went to the company, he would see her, pull her over, rip off her skirt, have sex with her, and then leave, casually adding, "Give her more opportunities."

That's all.

While watching a passionate movie starring the current top female star, Ian suddenly noticed something and looked to the side in surprise.

Bledson noticed his movement and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Ian didn't speak, but just peeked out the window, then pulled back in and said, "Someone next door is watching too."

Your reaction just now happened before you even looked up!

Bledson wisely refrained from exposing this, instead smiling and asking, "A competitor now?"

Ian glanced at the camera, told it to keep running, and then got up and left the room.

Brideson automatically follows.

Upon entering the adjacent room, Ian took out a wire and began picking the lock.

Bledson looked at Ian speechlessly.

As the head of a media group, Mr. Carl, you know a bit too much!

A soft click.

The door opened.

Ian pushed open the door and saw a young man wearing a baseball cap taking pictures of the outside world by the window.

Hearing the sound, he turned around in surprise and was taken aback when he saw Ian Carl: "Mr. Carl?"

Ian walked over with a smile: "I'm next door to you. I didn't expect to run into a fellow photographer. You should thank me; if I hadn't drawn back the curtains, you wouldn't have been able to get such juicy footage."

As he spoke, he went to retrieve the other party's camera.

This is my exclusive news, nobody can steal it.

He thought the young man would try to take the camera from him, but the other man had no intention of doing so at all.

The young man exclaimed excitedly, "It really was you! I knew there was a reason behind everything. You want Julia Roberts to be your exclusive? No problem, you can have her."

Ian was taken aback.

These kinds of bombshell news stories are every journalist's lifeline.

Even if they have guns pointed at them, they'll still come and snatch it.

The other party actually gave in right away?

He looked at the young man in surprise: "Are you sure?"

The other person laughed and said, "That was originally intended for you."

"What did you say?" Ian was stunned.

Looking at the other person again, he felt a strange sense of familiarity: "Where have I seen you before?"

The other person was speechless: "Of course you've seen me before, Mr. Carl. My name is Vincent, and I'm a beneficiary of your charitable relief foundation. I even had your interview—the interview for the new Butterfly—but you rejected me. You think I'm still a bit afraid of death!"

Ian: "..."

I remembered.

This kid named Vincent did indeed participate in the interview for New Butterfly.

But Ian didn't use him because Ian discovered from his interactions that he still had a strong attachment to the world and didn't have the same willingness to go through fire and water as Philileso.

The latest novel is first published here!

That's why Ian gave up on him.

Ian looked at him questioningly: "Oh, I see. Wait, you mean this news was originally meant for me?"

Vincent nodded excitedly, "Yes, sir. I believe I am the right butterfly. Yes, I admit, I am still afraid of death, and I don't want to end my life prematurely just because I will die in two years. But I still want to be a butterfly! I can't accept dying now, but if I still have a year or two left, perhaps I can accept it! I know I'm not as great as Mr. Philileso, but I still have my strengths. You see!"

Vincent pointed out the window and said, "I found this story by keeping watch myself. Even without you drawing back the curtains, I at least managed to photograph Julia Roberts entering that man named Moda's room and spending the night there! For most reporters, that's enough, isn't it?"

Ian stared at the other person in a daze.

After a while, he smiled.

He's right. For most journalists, it's enough to photograph Julia Roberts entering someone's room and leaving the next day... Only Ian Carr could capture more specific details.

So Ian lowered his head, looked at the camera, and watched the performance on the other side.

Julia Roberts and Moda's passion is coming to an end. From the camera angle, Vincent's technique is quite good, surpassing that of Filippo Leso.

Everyone has their own strengths.

Just then, Vincent suddenly picked up the ashtray next to him.

He opened the window and smashed it across the street.

boom!

The ashtray shattered, sending a crashing sound through Moda's room, accompanied by Julia Roberts' scream.

The two women jumped out of bed at the same time, glaring angrily in their direction. Julia Roberts screamed, "Draw the curtains!"

Then Dani Moda, pulling up his pants, yelled, "Damn reporters!"

Ian turned to look at Vincent, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Vincent shrugged. "Making news, I learned that from you. I bet you had a camera next door too, so you had that guy rush over and fight me, ruining the footage here. Then your newspaper would release a statement about it. Julia Roberts would think we had no evidence, she'd definitely deny it, and then you'd release the evidence... Isn't that how journalism works?"

Ian's eyes lit up.

Fake!

You've got some skills, kid!

Have you learned all about the unexpected twists and turns in news stories?

He smiled at Bledson: "He's smart, Bledson."

Bledson laughed too: "That's true. Butterflies need courage, but more than just courage."

Vincent chuckled at Ian, "You'd better get out of here quickly, they'll be here soon. I'll provoke that guy and make him beat me up. The bigger the story, the better!"

Ian nodded.

He patted Vincent on the shoulder: "Well done. Come to the company tomorrow. From now on, you're the new Butterfly."

With that, he and Bledson turned and left.

yeah!

Vincent excitedly pumped his fist.

He shouted, "Don't worry, boss, I'll do a great job!"

(End of this chapter)