American Gossip King

Chapter 184 A Minor Encounter After a Car Accident

Leaving the hotel, Ian took out his phone and said, "Vincent, go to the 20th floor across the street and set up the camera."

"Okay, boss."

As Ian left the hotel, he walked towards the building across the street. When he arrived at his room, Vincent had already set up the camera and was talking to Brideson.

Seeing Ian enter, Vincent stood up and said, "I didn't see anything on the other side."

Ian walked up to the camera and started adjusting the lens: "There's a room on the 19th floor; there's something interesting in there."

Vincent looked out the window and exclaimed in surprise, "Nicole Kidman? Naomi Watts? Fuck, the curtains were drawn before..."

Bridexson laughed, "Don't be surprised, that's the boss's skill. He can always remove barriers and ignore defenses."

Brideson, you've been playing a lot of games lately!

Then Brydson looked at Ian questioningly: "But I remember Nicole Kidman is connected to you, boss. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ian glanced at the camera and casually remarked, "All communication, no feelings... She asked for eighteen million for half the rights to Mission: Impossible, fuck! That woman's asking price is outrageous! I've never bought anything that expensive before, so buying from the enemy is always better than buying from your own people. After all, you can beat up the enemy, but you can only endure your own people. I'm glad this woman is realistic; it means I can be realistic too!"

Vincent asked doubtfully, "Are you planning to make her return the money?"

"Of course not," Ian shook his head. "I'm not that kind of person, but..."

He watched the performance opposite him and chuckled softly, "These two are much better than Cressy and Barbara."

Cressy and Barbara also did mirror polishing, but it was more for fun than a hobby... After all, they were just killing time back then.

Nicole Kidman and Naomi Watts, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying it.

Perhaps we can get them to unite and serve themselves.

Focus on one major!

Vincent was speechless: "You really would post photos of the women you've slept with so everyone can see them, boss?"

Ian looked at him in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be so traditional. Are you Chinese?"

He laughed as he spoke, "I can even put myself on the gallows, so what is she? Of course, I'll blur my face and won't use my name. It's you, Vincent, you did this... Then she'll be angry, and I'll teach you a lesson in front of her... I have to give her a chance to make amends."

Vincent and Bridexton looked at each other, both speechless.

Excellent subordinates are meant to be scapegoats!

It didn't take long; Ian quickly got things done.

The rest of the work was left to Vincent, and Ian left to go home.

With no one home tonight, Ian is taking a rare break to recharge.

The car hadn't gone far when there was a sudden loud bang ahead.

Bridexson slowed down, glanced into the distance, and said, "There was a crash, but it didn't overturn. It's not serious."

Ian also peeked out and saw that a red Ferrari had crashed into the Cadillac in front of it.

The guy driving the Ferrari looks familiar... that's...

Halle Berry?

Ian was stunned.

Halle Berry was clearly drunk and didn't seem to care much about what was happening.

The driver of the Cadillac got out of his car angrily, paused for a moment when he saw Halle Berry, and said, "Ms. Berry, you hit my car!"

Halle Berry laughed and said, "Since you know who I am, you can just contact my agent directly."

As she spoke, she started to drive away.

Upon seeing this, Ian suddenly remembered.

This really happened in the old days!

Halle Berry drove drunk, hit someone, and then just died.

This incident caused a huge uproar and damaged Halle Berry's reputation... It's funny, in the United States, you can do drugs and have promiscuous sex without much of a problem, but hit-and-run is a serious problem, even if the other party is not injured at all.

Halle Berry was about to join UTA, and Ian couldn't let that happen. He immediately said, "Stop her! Don't let her leave!"

Brideson quickly floored the accelerator and stopped in front of the Ferrari.

Halle Berry was stunned; Ian had already gotten out of the car.

Upon seeing that it was Ian, Halle Berry smiled and said, "Hi, Ian!"

Ian strode over, yanked her out of the car, and hissed, "You've had too much to drink. You shouldn't have driven, and you definitely shouldn't have just run away after this happened. Do you want this to get out?"

Halle Berry was clearly drunk.

She swayed slightly, giggling as she looked at him: "But you won't expose me, right?"

As she spoke, she actually hooked her arm around Ian's neck, with a slightly seductive expression.

"I don't represent all the media, you idiot!" Ian shoved her into his car.

Then he went to the Cadillac owner, took out a check, and looked at the man: "Let's solve this in the simplest way, how about it?"

The car owner glanced at Ian and chuckled, "Mr. Carl? Looks like I'm in luck, running into two big shots in a row. Thirty thousand... fifty thousand, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Very good!" Ian quickly wrote down a check and handed it to the other party. "Is the matter resolved now? Don't even think about it a second time. You know who I am!"

The man laughed heartily as he held up the check: "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Carl. Don't worry, I'm not that stupid!"

He bowed to Ian and drove off happily.

In this way, Halle Berry would not be guilty of hit-and-run.

Ian then turned to Halle Berry: "Where do you live? I'll have someone take you home."

Halle Berry was fast asleep in the car.

Seeing that she was asleep, Ian sighed and could only take the keys from her and toss them to Brideson: "You take her car and go back to Godwin Manor. Damn it... this is the first time I've not done the news, but instead had to erase it. I feel like I'm no longer the god-like reporter I used to be."

Ian felt a sense of helplessness about his increasingly unprofessional behavior.

Bledson smiled: "But your business acumen is improving. Ian Carr is not only a good journalist, but also a good businessman!"

Ian gave a thumbs up: "I love that!"

Ian immediately got into the car and drove Halle Berry back to Godwin Manor.

Upon seeing this, the butler and servants quickly helped Ian carry Halle Berry into the living room.

The latest novel is first published here!

Someone wiped her face and fed her some water, and Halle Berry finally regained some consciousness.

She squinted and looked around; she was lying on a large living room sofa.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling emitted a warm glow.

Not far away, Ian Carl had changed into his pajamas and was sitting on a single sofa next to him, peeling and eating a banana from a servant.

Halle Berry blurted out, "Is this your house?"

Ian nodded: "You're asleep. I don't know where you live, so I can only bring you back to help you sober up."

Halle Berry rubbed her temples, feeling utterly lost: "Home? I have no home anymore."

Ian was taken aback: "You and Mr. Bennett..."

"Don't mention him!" Halle Berry shouted angrily.

Ian understood.

This kind of thing isn't unusual, is it?

So he said, "I have plenty of guest rooms here; you can find a place to sleep first."

Halle Berry shook her head.

She glared at Ian and suddenly said, "I want to eat bananas too."

Ian casually picked up one and handed it to her.

Halle Berry gently shook her head: "Not that one."

Ian was taken aback.

He looked around and saw that the butler was very sensible.

With a gesture, everyone simultaneously left the main room and carefully closed the door.

Ian was speechless.

That's not what I meant.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "I have no such intention, Mrs. Bennet."

"Call me Halle!" Halle Berry sat up.

She loosened her snow-white collar, revealing a beautiful, smooth cleavage.

She stared intently at Ian: "Helen likes you a lot. I want to see just how amazing the man who fascinates her is."

Ian gave a wry smile: "I really didn't mean it that way. I didn't want to hurt Helen."

Halle Berry has stood up.

She casually took off her coat, her captivating eyes fixed on Ian: "You think I'm too old?"

Ian quickly shook his head: "Of course not."

"Then stop talking nonsense!" Halle Berry pounced on him. "Be a real man, don't turn down food that's served to you!"

Ian remained silent as he listened to the wild shouts.

I really wanted to conserve my energy today.

The next moment he was tackled by Halle Berry, the mature woman revealing her true wild side, giving Ian a profound understanding of the stamina of black men and the skill of mature women.

Tom Hanks is right, quality service is still very important!

The dark-skinned girl's skin is especially smooth!

It feels amazing!

"I hope you remember all of this when you wake up tomorrow, so you don't say I took the initiative... I don't want Helen chasing after me with scissors." Ian muttered, and as Halle Berry's strength waned, he pressed her down.

(End of this chapter)