American Gossip King

Chapter 54 Taking Scarlett to Do News

A Porsche cruised along the Hollywood roads under the night sky, bringing with it the cool breeze of a spring night.

After spotting a clearing on a hillside, Ian stopped the car.

This is a famous Hollywood spot for luxury car rendezvous. You can see cars parked everywhere, and with the help of X-ray vision, you can see couples kissing.

They might not be a pair;

It may not be a man or a woman;

For Ian, a convertible Porsche was clearly not the right fit for this—he and Scarlett hadn't even gotten to that point yet.

He parked the car in front of the slope, and he and Scarlett got out of the car.

They stood on the hillside, overlooking the distant lights of countless homes. The wind blew through Ian's hair, highlighting the boy's handsomeness and confidence.

Scarlett crossed her arms and looked at Ian with a hint of confusion and curiosity in her eyes.

Ian laughed and said, "Many people might wonder where Ian Carl gets so much news, but the truth is, the world is never short of news. Los Angeles is a great place; sometimes, if you're willing, there are plenty of opportunities."

As he spoke, he pointed to the rows of luxury cars in the distance.

Scarlett gently shook her head: "Most of them are unknown. You can't just crash into them one by one, and most of the glass is one-way."

If this happens even once, the others will have to run away.

Ian laughed and said, "So you also need ability."

As he spoke, he began fiddling with the camera in his hand.

Scarlett looked at his face.

Confident, calm, and composed.

It seemed like nothing could stump him.

He adjusted the camera and asked, "Are you ready?"

Scarlett looked at him in astonishment: "Are you really going to do it?"

Ian nodded.

He handed the camera to Scarlett and said softly, "Just point the lens at me."

As he spoke, he crouched down and entered the nearby woods.

Scarlett stared in astonishment at his retreating figure.

She instinctively felt it was dangerous, but the thrill-seeking nature typical of American girls excited her.

After thinking it over for a while, she finally pointed her camera at Ian and followed him.

There were many cars parked on the hillside, mostly scattered around. Although there were couples, as Scarlett said, most of them were not famous, so taking pictures of them wouldn't be news, and they might even get beaten up.

Ian, however, was very confident.

He made his way through the woods on the hillside and soon found himself next to a car.

Then he turned to Scarlett and gestured for her to come closer.

He crouched down under the luxury car, took out a wire, and began to pry open the lock.

"Oh my God!" Scarlett exclaimed.

Is this even possible?

Ian, like a seasoned thief, skillfully unlocked the car and even gave Scarlett a smile.

This made Scarlett excited.

She walked along the road, and Ian waved to her, signaling her to hide behind a tree.

Scarlett felt incredibly excited.

She held up her camera and aimed it at Ian.

Ian flashed a victory sign, then took out his flashlight and yanked open the car door.

Then, a man's angry roar and a woman's scream came from inside the car.

Ian pointed his flashlight at the other man and called out, "Mr. McYellen, I hope I haven't disturbed you and this beautiful lady. Does your wife know about everything you're planning to do?"

"Fuck!" McYellen roared, "Who are you? Get out of here!"

The flashlight stung his eyes so much he couldn't open them, and Scarlett had already moved closer, snapping photos incessantly.

This drove McYellen crazy.

He was a famous Hollywood producer, but unexpectedly he was caught cheating in his car by Ian Carl.

The woman in the car was still frantically pulling up her pants, revealing a pair of fair thighs.

Scarlett, meanwhile, was hiding behind a tree, excitedly taking pictures.

As an actress who hasn't yet achieved widespread fame, her feelings towards reporters haven't reached the stage of hatred and disgust. On the contrary, because they haven't become famous, they crave interviews, so they don't have any psychological barriers to being a guest reporter.

The couple in the car frantically dressed themselves and even slapped Ian.

Ian swung his flashlight around and chuckled, "You really don't intend to offer any opinion on this?"

"Ian Carl, it's you?!" McEyeron finally recognized Ian Carl.

I actually got caught by this devil.

He didn't even have time to pull up his pants before lunging forward to beat Ian.

Ian easily dodged, saying, "You're fifty years old, sir, while I'm only in my twenties and I've even practiced boxing. Please don't try to be rough with me, okay?"

McEyelen jumped out of the car and saw Scarlett, and also the camera in her hand.

"Fuck!" he yelled, lunging at her.

Scarlett screamed in fright.

Ian swept the other man to the ground with a kick, and said seriously, "First, don't be violent towards ladies. Second, don't flaunt your penis in front of an innocent young girl! At least pull up your pants first."

"Fuck! Fuck! Ian Carl, I'm going to kill you!" McEyeron roared.

Ian laughed and shoved the guy over.

Then he grabbed Scarlett and ran: "Let's go! I don't want to be charged with assaulting an old man, especially an old man who isn't wearing pants."

Scarlett laughed excitedly and ran after Ian.

McYellen shouted urgently, "Let's talk this out, Ian Carr! I can give you money!"

Ian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He pulled Scarlett aside, looked at the old man behind them, and smiled, "You're a seasoned veteran, Mr. McYellen, but I'm not a blackmailer. And you'd better keep your distance when you speak!"

McYellen stood a short distance away, pulling up his pants, glaring at Ian: "This isn't extortion. I can give you a huge amount of GG business! Just a small section of space will do!"

Ian shrugged.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Scarlett.

Scarlett scoffed, "I don't care about your business."

So Ian turned to McYellen and said, "Come to my office tomorrow and we'll talk."

The latest novel is first published here!

McYellen stared at him, wide-eyed. "I'm worried you'll keep a record of it!"

Ian laughed, "I can't give it to you now, and you don't need to worry about it. I'm Ian Carl, and I never do things that are completely unreliable!"

McYellen was also at a loss.

He glanced at Scarlett beside him and said in a low voice, "Then remember what you said. Is this Miss Jason next to you? I know her; I can give her more opportunities!"

Ian smiled and nodded: "Sure! If you can really do that, maybe I can give you... a bigger page."

Ian had initially intended to offer a cheaper price, but changed his mind and opted for a larger print version.

The GG section of the newspaper isn't worth much; I can just print more.

McYellen let out a long sigh: "And don't cause me any more trouble."

"That depends on whether we work well together and whether we're friends!" Ian smiled. "Hollywood is big, and there are a lot of celebrities. I usually don't stick to one person unless they make me unhappy."

As he spoke, he pulled Scarlett away.

McYellen reluctantly returned to his car.

The beautiful woman in the car looked at him, her clothes half-undone, and whispered, "I guess you don't want to continue!"

McYellen glared at him menacingly: "No! I'm going to continue. Damn it, I've paid a fortune for you, you bitch, you'd better serve me well!"

As he spoke, he pressed the woman down.

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Meanwhile, Ian and Scarlett returned to the Porsche and sped away from the hillside.

Scarlett, sitting in the passenger seat, yelled, "Oh my god! I never dreamed I'd experience this! Ian Carl, how did you do that? You can even pick locks!"

She was extremely excited at that moment.

An experience unlike anything I've ever had before!

Ian laughed and said, "That's not important. What's important is whether you like it?"

Scarlett nodded excitedly: "Of course, it's so exciting and so much fun, especially the expressions on his face."

American girls just love excitement, huh?

The easiest way to pick up girls in this country is to give them exciting experiences!

Then her expression darkened slightly: "Tomorrow I'll encounter something even worse than this, won't I?"

Ian drove confidently: "With me here, you'll be fine."

Scarlett stared at him, feeling his confidence.

The wind blew through his hair, revealing Ian's handsome features.

For a moment, Scarlett felt a stirring in her heart.

But I was only slightly tempted.

So she sat quietly.

They remained silent, savoring the beautiful stillness.

"Where to?" Ian asked. "CAA, or your house?"

Scarlett replied softly, "Lanker Street, my place, but I won't invite you up for a drink."

Ian chuckled softly, "I understand your reserve."

He nodded: "It's okay, the first time isn't suitable for the first time."

Scarlett didn't understand at first, and it took her a while to realize what was happening.

She blushed and glared at Ian.

This guy...

The car finally arrived at Scarlett's residence.

Ian got out of the car and opened the door for Scarlett.

Scarlett got out of the car and stood at the door.

She gazed at Ian with her beautiful, captivating eyes for a long while before saying, "Come pick me up here at eleven o'clock tomorrow."

Ian smiled slightly: "It's settled then."

He gave a gentlemanly bow, then returned to his car and drove away.

Scarlett watched him leave, a glimmer of light in her eyes.

Then she covered her face and muttered to herself, "Oh my god, I must be crazy to agree to something like that."

(End of this chapter)