The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 756: Conflict

Once Emma told him her location, Matthew immediately called for Brown Williams. They grabbed a car and headed for Century City. Matthew hadn't asked for details; the anxiety in Emma's voice was enough to tell him he needed to get there fast.

After all, Matthew had promised Emma that if she ever needed help in Los Angeles, he'd be there for her. Now that she truly needed it, he wasn't about to let her down.

Century City was located within Beverly Hills, a short drive from the Horner Estate. Just six minutes later, Brown brought the Mercedes-Benz to a halt in front of a bar.

Matthew got out of the car, his gaze falling on the bar's sign. A slight frown creased his forehead.

If he remembered correctly, Emma was only nineteen. Under normal circumstances, a bar like this shouldn't be letting in someone her age.

As Matthew entered the bar, his eyes immediately fell on a tense scene: two groups of people, separated by security, were in the middle of a heated argument. And there, in one of the groups, was Emma.

The two groups were at the very back of the bar, and a crowd of onlookers had gathered to watch the drama unfold.

Just as Matthew drew closer, a harsh male voice erupted in a stream of curses. The already tense standoff instantly escalated.

Beside Emma Watson stood Bonnie Wright, the actress who played Ginny Weasley, along with two unfamiliar faces. Leading the other group was a youth with short, golden-brown hair, trailed by seven other young men and women of a similar age.

Vile words streamed from the mouth of the young man with short, light brown hair. He screamed obscenities, directing his tirade at Emma and her companions across from him.One of the guys with the short-haired leader had already picked up a beer bottle.

"Out of the way!" Matthew shouldered his way through the onlookers. "Let me through!"

It was obvious just from looking at them that Emma and her friends were completely out of their element in a fight.

Emma was furious. She'd never been insulted so viciously in her life.

As the Canadian bully's filthy words washed over her, Emma Watson grew increasingly furious, feeling like she was about to burst. Any trace of the good mood she'd had upon arriving in Los Angeles was gone.

She had originally planned to visit Matthew today, but Bonnie Wright and a friend named Sophie had insisted they go out for drinks. Her brother, Alex, had talked her into it as well.

She hadn't been drinking, just sipping lemonade, when she bumped into some Canadian online personality on her way back from the restroom. He'd recognized her and tried to pull her into a private room. Naturally, she refused, which led to a furious argument. His aggression was likely amplified by alcohol.

When the creep beckoned his friends over, Emma knew things were about to turn ugly. She wasted no time in calling Matthew.

"You bunch of bitches!"

As he strode forward, Matthew could already hear the drunken taunts: "Get on your backs, stick your asses in the air, and wait for me to fuck you one by one, you stupid bitches!"

Matthew approached the security guard. The kid was still spewing venom, and from the reek of alcohol and his flushed, violent expression, Matthew guessed he was high on more than just booze.

The bar's owner stood to the side, exasperated. He had just convinced Emma Watson and her friends to back off, but the conflict had flared up again. Who could have guessed these young people from the private room would be so unreasonable? Weren't they thinking about what the paparazzi and reporters would say? And if they dared to actually touch Emma Watson, prison would be the least of their worries; the "Harry Potter" fanbase would tear them apart the second they were free.

Since both parties were celebrities, and with the added complication of their age, the owner had been reluctant to call the police, hoping to resolve the matter quickly. But seven minutes had passed, and the conflict had only grown worse.

The owner anxiously scratched his head. What if a brawl broke out right at his door? His bar would inevitably get dragged into the mess and suffer the consequences.

As the owner hesitated, a hand suddenly pressed against his back. The movement was slight, seemingly effortless, yet he felt an immense pressure and stumbled, struggling to keep his balance.

He didn't fall, but he was forced to step aside.

"Who—?" the owner began, spinning around. The word died on his lips as he got a clear look at the man. His eyes lit up with a flicker of hope.

He glanced back at Emma Watson's group. It all made sense now. Just a couple of months ago, the tabloids had been full of gossip about Matthew Horner and Emma Watson.

"F#CK!"

The kid with the short, fair hair was practically glowing with rage. "Get on your knees and lick—"

Smack!

Before he could finish his sentence, a fruit plate smashed into his face.

Matthew saw it clearly: the one who had thrown the plate was none other than Emma Watson.

"Bitch!" The kid roared, the sharp pain turning his anger into pure rage.

He grabbed a bottle and made to charge, but Matthew stepped forward, shielding Emma with his body.

The sudden appearance of a tall figure stopped the kid in his tracks.

Matthew stood facing him. Behind the young man, his friends suddenly fell silent and took a step back. The one who had grabbed a bottle quietly set it back down on the table.

Unlike their leader, they had only been drinking, not doing anything stronger. Their heads were clear enough to recognize the man standing before them: Matthew Horner. The powerhouse who could take down an armed terrorist!

The image of those terrorists flashed through their minds, and the young men instinctively shuffled back another two paces. Any thoughts of a fight had vanished.

Matthew stared down the arrogant youth and said over his shoulder, "I told you I'd come."