The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 758

The onlookers sighed as they watched Justin Bieber lunge forward again. The kid had clearly overestimated himself.

The bar owner finally realized what was happening. Matthew’s patience hadn't been a sign of weakness at all; he was just waiting for the right moment. The owner stayed put, signaling his security guards to stand down. Now that it had come to this, there was no doubt in his mind who would win: Matthew Horner.

Even if Justin Bieber called the cops, what could they do to Matthew? He now had a perfectly legitimate case for self-defense.

The bar owner made up his mind in a flash—he would simply be an observer.

Just as Bieber drew back his fist to swing, Matthew's right hand shot out, seizing him by the neck.

The very instant Bieber lunged forward to strike, Matthew moved with lightning speed, his hand clamping around the singer's throat.

Matthew said nothing. He tightened his grip, and using his superior height and reach, he lifted Bieber clean off his feet.

Bieber's face flushed red. He clawed at Matthew's hand, trying to pry it loose, but he was powerless.

Alex watched, his fists clenched and his teeth gritted in excitement. "Teach that bastard a lesson!" he muttered. His eyes were filled with admiration for Matthew.

Matthew didn't hold the choke for long. Hoisting him a little higher, he flung him away.A whistling sound filled Bieber's ears. He knew this was bad, but he was helpless to stop it. His back slammed into a table, and both he and the furniture crashed to the floor in a heap.

A cry of pain instantly echoed through the bar.

Bieber's entourage froze for a moment, then scrambled backward, putting distance between themselves and the scene.

Aside from his screams, the bar was dead silent.

"Wow!" Sophie Sumner's eyes sparkled as she stared at Matthew. At that moment, he seemed like the most badass man in all of Hollywood.

Watching Bieber screaming on the floor, unable to get up, Emma felt the corners of her lips lift into a smile. No one was rushing to help him.

The anger that had been coiled in her chest finally began to unwind.

But the rage hadn't vanished completely. His words had been so vile that she fantasized about someone cutting his tongue out.

Emma shook her head slightly. It was an unrealistic fantasy. In a society governed by law, the most Justin Bieber would suffer was a few bruises. In a month or two, he'd be perfectly fine, ready to resume his career.

The very thought of seeing Justin Bieber on television, on the internet, and at events in the future made Emma feel sick to her stomach.

Regardless, Emma felt much better now, and her thoughts took a playful turn. The last time they were in London, Matthew had wanted to try a few new things, but she'd turned him down. Why not... let him have his way tonight?

The bar owner let out a sigh of relief. It looked like this would end without too much trouble—just an overturned table and some minor damage.

Matthew glanced at Bieber, who was still on the floor, wailing in pain. He had controlled his strength, so there shouldn't be any broken bones.

"Brown, call the police," Matthew said calmly. "Get the LAPD and the FBI. Tell them I've been attacked by Mexican drug traffickers."

With that, he pulled out his own phone and sent a text to Ilana: "Big story brewing. Get to Century City."

Without a moment's hesitation, Brown pulled out his phone and started dialing.

Everyone nearby was stunned into silence by his words.

The bar owner glanced from Justin Bieber, who was still writhing and howling in pain, to Matthew Horner, completely baffled by what he was trying to pull.

"Why call the police?" Alex muttered. "That's just asking for trouble."

Emma, however, knew a little about Matthew's methods and had a good idea of what he was planning. She unconsciously brought a hand to her mouth in shock.

She recalled what Matthew had said just before grabbing Bieber: "This kid is a complete and utter idiot!"

Now he was bringing in Mexican drug traffickers, claiming he'd been the victim of an "attack"... Were the police and federal agents going to tear Justin Bieber to pieces?

It was said that in North America, anyone even tangentially connected to terrorism was subjected to the most rigorous and repeated scrutiny.

"Don't say anything if you don't understand," Emma whispered to her brother.

Alex obediently shut his mouth.

The bar owner suddenly understood everything, wiping a bead of cold sweat from his forehead.

Justin Bieber mouthed off to your girlfriend, and now you want to throw him in prison...

Then he recalled the earlier events and realized Bieber had walked right into Matthew Horner's trap.

It had been a setup from the start. Matthew had deliberately acted calm, even a little weak and conflict-averse, which only fueled Bieber's arrogance and confidence. He had goaded Bieber into attacking first, setting up a perfect self-defense counterattack to teach him a harsh lesson...

No, he must have improvised part of it. The words of that woman with Bieber probably gave Matthew the idea to connect this to the Mexican drug traffickers and the supposed hit on his life.

And the idiot actually fell for it! Matthew had dug the pit, and Bieber had jumped right in without a second thought.

Of course, personal factors were at play—Bieber had been drinking and smoking heavily, dulling his senses—but Matthew's cunning and improvisational skills were truly exceptional.

No wonder he stood out in the cutthroat world of Hollywood!

A flash of admiration went through the owner's mind, but he couldn't just stand by and watch this unfold. He hurried forward to stop the call to the police, only to be blocked by several men in black suits who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Stay put," one of the men in black said calmly. "We wouldn't want any misunderstandings."

Hearing this, the bar owner glanced around and realized that seven bodyguards now surrounded Matthew.

The bar owner grew anxious. "I own this place!"

It was only then that the owner realized it was too late—the bodyguard beside Matthew had already finished his call.

Matthew overheard the bar owner, then turned and whispered something to Brown.

Brown approached the owner and began speaking in a low voice. After a moment, the anxiety on the owner's face slowly faded, and his expression returned to normal.

A moment later, the bar owner declared firmly, "Don't worry, my staff and I will all testify on Mr. Horner's behalf!" Then he leaned closer to Brown's ear and added in a hushed tone, "I have surveillance cameras. I've got it all on tape."

Since Matthew and his people were willing to handle it, the bar would avoid any major fallout, and his losses for the night would be compensated. He couldn't complain.

Besides, Matthew's people hadn't made any unreasonable demands—they just wanted him to tell the police and the FBI the truth.

Emma stepped forward and asked quietly, "Is everything okay?"

Matthew turned his head and smiled at her. "Don't worry. We're not the ones in trouble here."

Brown had already contacted not only the police but also the agents from the L.A. field office of the FBI who were handling the investigation into the previous attack. As soon as both parties heard he'd been assaulted again by suspected Mexican drug traffickers, they dispatched units as quickly as possible.

"So, should we go?" Emma asked.

"Just a little longer," Matthew said, gently patting her arm. "The real show is about to begin."

His gaze shifted to Justin Bieber. "To think he tried to hurt you. He really needs to be taught a lesson."

Emma took Matthew's hand, leaned close to his ear, and whispered seductively, "Tonight, I'm all yours..."