American Gossip King

Chapter 199 A Little Gambling for Fun

"yeah!!!"

As the final whistle blew, all the German fans in the stadium erupted in a deafening roar.

They sang the Cup of Life, expressing their inner joy to the fullest.

Seeing this, Ian chuckled and said, "It's a 'bread and butter' game."

"What did you say?" Murdoch looked at Ian, puzzled.

Although I lost the bet, it's not a big problem.

After all, it's just a preliminary agreement, and it doesn't actually have any impact—because as long as the agreement isn't signed, even if Murdoch doesn't renege on his debts, he can still get them back through any other means.

For example, if I lose a bet, I can agree to sell 40% of the equity for 130 billion, but regarding the unresolved increase in market value, I can revise the 80% ownership to 200% and add penalty clauses.

It's impossible to cover everything in 90 minutes; any areas not covered can be addressed as supplementary measures.

Therefore, Murdoch doesn't need to default on the debt, because it doesn't actually affect the implementation of the contract; it's a classic case of one problem leading to another.

However, Murdoch didn't want to go too far, as he now has a very high opinion of Ian Carr.

This young man is amazing!

In this negotiation, Ian impressed not only Britney, but also Murdoch.

Okay, and then there's Wendi Deng, but who cares about her?

Wendi Deng is an idol for countless women who want to rise to power, but she is worthless to those who have already risen to power!

Even Murdoch himself didn't take his wife seriously and was always wary of her; otherwise, Wendi Deng wouldn't have left with almost nothing after the divorce.

Ian chuckled, "One theory is that the poor need some entertainment. They're like children; when they're hungry, they cry, and giving them milk calms them down. Entertainment is like that milk..."

He looked at Britney and said, "You're the oldest one."

Britney was speechless.

She glared at Ian, somewhat angrily: "I hate your description, Ian Carl!"

Ian hugged Britney tightly and kissed her cheek lightly: "Don't mind it, it was just a joke."

First, make you a little angry, then soothe you—that's the standard way to pick up girls.

Britney was shocked.

Did he kiss me?

He just kissed me like that? Without even asking my permission?

But why am I not angry at all? Instead, I'm actually quite happy?

Hmph, Ian Carl, you still say you don't actively pursue girls?

Britney suddenly felt happy that Ian made an exception for her, but she didn't realize that she had fallen into an emotional trap.

Murdoch didn't seem to care.

Since you've come to discuss corporate mergers and acquisitions with him, it's only natural that you should sleep with him, right?

Otherwise, what right do they have to come in?

Do you really think your status as a big star gives you the right to sit in on deals worth hundreds of billions? It's only because Fox, News Corporation, and Carr Media weren't publicly listed at the time that the mere fact that they were sitting together watching a game could have caused stock market fluctuations and a surge in their share prices.

Of course, big bosses wouldn't give such opportunities to ordinary shareholders. If they publicly tell shareholders some good news, it means that shareholders should be careful of being exploited. As an ordinary person, everything you know is what the big bosses want you to know!

Murdoch said, "I like your performance, Ian. Now we can talk about the specifics. You can leave this part to the people below."

He said this as he got up and walked towards the door.

Ian tactfully stepped forward and helped Murdoch up.

This courtesy made Murdoch very satisfied... There are not many young people these days who have such achievements and status and can still respect the elderly so much.

They left through the VIP entrance and walked along the way.

I saw the merchant named Antrobes and his wife.

Murdoch laughed and said, "I'll have my reporters track down his wife. You can take the opportunity to short Myron shares, but don't go too far."

"Thank you for reminding me," Ian smiled.

There is a certain amount of capital limit for short selling. If it is too large, it will be counterproductive. For Ian Carr, who is limited, a profit of tens of millions is just a token of his wealth.

At that moment, Ian made a promise with Murdoch to leave after their next meeting, and then returned with Britney.

Bridexson was still driving, with Ian and Britney in the back seat.

The tailgate of the extended Lincoln rose, and Ian put his arm around Britney.

His movements were so natural, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Britney nervously smiled, but she didn't refuse.

She looked at Ian, and Ian smiled back at her.

They didn't say a word, just stared at each other.

A surge of emotion welled up within Britney, and in that moment, Ian seemed so tall and imposing...

He completely captured Britney's heart.

Unable to contain her passion any longer, Britney suddenly hugged him and kissed him.

The girl thus released her most fervent emotions.

There was no announcement, no notification, no flirting, no pre-launch preparation.

Everything was so natural.

Britney was completely captivated by Ian's masculine aura.

Ian returned the kiss with an equally passionate kiss.

Britney closed her eyes and gasped, "Oh my god, Ian, I'm totally smitten with you... You're the most charming man I've ever met."

In response, Ian gently removed Britney's clothes.

The girl still retained some reserve, and she tried to resist: "No, not in the car. There are people around."

Ian chuckled, "Brideson's got a tight tongue, that's why I chose him as my driver... I can't wait to get to you now, baby, I can't stand it for even a minute longer."

Britney's heart melted.

She felt these were the most charming words in the world—after all, they were spoken by Ian Carl, who never pursued women.

Sometimes, you can judge someone's identity by their words, regardless of the content.

Ian's hand had already brazenly invaded.

Britney wanted to resist, but the overwhelming passion within her made her powerless to resist.

She found herself enjoying the moment!

The extended Lincoln has enough rear legroom to even fold down to form a bed.

Ian pressed Britney down directly.

Britney desperately grabbed Ian and tried to shove him inside her.

It's a journey of over 200 kilometers, taking at least an hour.

Bridexson, who was driving, sighed softly.

I may be tight-lipped, but that doesn't mean I don't react!

More than an hour later, the car returned to the hotel.

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Britney got out of the car with a flushed face.

She clung to Ian's arm, like a little bird nestled against him, her eyes filled with joy and contentment.

Several bodyguards surrounded them and escorted them into the hotel through the back door, while Brideson leaned weakly against the car.

He needs a good rest... Luckily I'm a good driver, otherwise I really couldn't have done it in that situation...

Just as Ian and Britney returned upstairs, Britney's manager rushed over.

Seeing the two of them being so affectionate, her eyes lit up: "Britney!"

Britney waved to her manager: "Don't say anything, I know what I'm doing."

With that, she giggled and went back to her room with Ian.

Seeing this, the agent breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that Britney's troubles were over.

At least all that Justin Timberlake nonsense won't be an issue anymore.

After returning, Ian and Britney did not go out again.

They indulged in unrestrained revelry in the room, exploring various positions.

Ian even took Britney to fight in front of the large French windows.

Britney was somewhat alarmed by this, as it could cause trouble if there were people filming on the other side.

Ian reassured her, "Don't worry, no one's filming now. No reporter can escape my eyes."

These words reassured Britney, but also made her playful: "Maybe I should get some reporters to take pictures of this, then I'll become your official girlfriend."

You're overthinking it; that's impossible!

After Scarlett, Ian will not have any other official girlfriends.

Ian soothed him gently, "I don't want you to appear in those paparazzi reports looking like this... They won't see any part of you. I didn't care before, but now you belong only to me!"

This excited Britney.

She clung tightly to Ian, shouting, "Fakmi!!! Ian!!!"

She fully displayed her beauty and released all her passion, her captivating voice blossoming with the most beautiful notes!

………………

With Britney by my side, time seemed to fly by, and I was happier than ever.

Two more days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Today is June 18th.

The day has finally arrived for South Korea to face Italy.

7:30 PM, Daegu Stadium.

Ian brought Britney back to the VIP box.

This time, he didn't meet with Murdoch. Instead, he leisurely enjoyed himself in the VIP box with Britney while watching what was the biggest scandal in football history.

When Yoo Sang-chul elbowed Italian defender Coco in a corner kick, breaking Coco's eyebrow bone and causing him to fall to the ground bleeding profusely, and referee Moreno ruled that the South Korean had not committed a foul, a chorus of boos erupted.

When Italians thought it was just a one-off unfair ruling, what happened next shocked them and the entire world.

Even Britney, who was being very affectionate with Ian in the private room, was distracted by it.

She stared in astonishment at everything on the football field, muttering to herself, "Has that referee gone mad?"

Ian chuckled softly behind him, "Don't be surprised, baby. I bet on South Korea to win. God never fails me."

"Ah!" Britney exclaimed softly, "How much did you bet?"

"Not much, just one hundred million, with odds of 3.8 times," Ian said with a smile.

The odds for this match should have been around four, but bookmakers adjust their odds based on bets to ensure they don't lose money no matter what.

When large sums of money are betting on the Korean side, the odds for Korea will drop.

This is normal, since it ensures the interests of the betting companies, which in turn ensures that the winner can get their money.

"My God!" Britney exclaimed, her earlier indignation instantly turning into excitement: "You're going to be rich, Ian!"

"It's not about getting rich, it's just a little gambling for fun...!" Ian hugged Britney's delicate waist.

(End of this chapter)