novelraw Chapter 328
Chapter 328
"Listen, the reward of 20 is already very generous."
"But you didn't tell me that I might be in danger."
"what?"
"Let's put it this way, the female celebrity you let me follow has a private lover who I met in another deal three years ago, so I'm pretty sure $20 isn't enough to buy me This little life."
"You are worrying too much, Pelicano, is this your professional ethics as the best private detective in Hollywood?"
"Don't use this kind of nonsense to deal with me, young man, if you can't decide, just hurry up and call your boss, and the price is 50 US dollars."
"Half a million dollars? Are you crazy!"
"Hehe, I personally recommend that you go to your boss now, and I'm sure many people will be interested in the photo I have, and very generous."
Spend $50 on a few unknown gossip photos, just to let it out.
Is it really worth it?
The personal assistant who received the call did not dare to make decisions on his own, hurriedly came from the reception room on the first floor to the second floor of this luxurious manor, and gently knocked on the door of the master's study.
"Come in!" A male voice suppressing anger came from the door.
As soon as the assistant entered, he saw his boss, Edgar Bronfman Jr., who rarely cared about his own image, loosened his shirt tie and cuff buttons, and was walking around the room.
"What's the matter?" the wealthy third generation asked coldly.
His assistant carefully observed the boss's face, and told him as tactfully as possible: "That's it, boss, I just received a reply from Anthony Pelicano, and he has already taken the photo we want..."
"Very good." Little Edgar Bronfman walked to the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of Seagram's anniversary whiskey, raised his eyes and asked, "So, why are you here now?"
"Um, there was just a small problem in the middle." The assistant could only stammer, "Actually, Pelicano wants to increase the money."
"Then give it to him." Little Edgar Bronfman didn't even give a wink, and took a sip of wine for himself.
The disastrous defeat in Paris wiped out the high spirits that the Hollywood tycoon should have. Vivendi-Universal’s merger and reorganization is obviously a disaster. Still shrunk considerably.
More importantly, their honeymoon period with their partner Vivendi ended early, and they fell into a bad situation of mutual hostility and defense. Even Edgar Bronfman, Jr., the chairman of the group's board of directors, was not become precarious.
And the culprit of all this is those Wall Street villains, bedbugs!
And, Josie Horton, the ruthless bitch.
He was so good to her, how he took care of her from beginning to end, not only sold the TV network to her and her partner at a low price, but even helped her out in Las Vegas, is this how she repays him ?
With her mud-legged lover from Brooklyn, like a hyena tearing a bloody piece of flesh from him?
Fake!
How vulgar she was to defile those God-given acting talents!
"But the boss, he asked for $65..."
"I said, give it to him!" Edgar Bronfman Jr. replied without thinking, and began to get a little impatient, "Why do I have to repeat it? Listen, if you make such a low-level mistake next time, you Just get ready to leave."
After successfully receiving a bearer check from Edgar Bronfman Jr., the assistant gently closed the door of the study, and he was relieved.
He turned around, took out the check in his suit pocket, and dusted it with his fingers when there was no one around, as if there were a lot of Franklin flying in front of him, he couldn't help showing a smile.
"What are you doing here, Johnny."
A soft and pleasant female voice came from behind, and the hostess of this place, Clarissa Alcock Bronfman, was wearing an elegant and simple white dress, with blond hair curling around her cheeks in a romantic arc. He looked at himself critically.
Johnny puffed up his chest almost subconsciously, cleared his throat and replied, "Good day, ma'am, I have something to report to the boss, and I'm about to leave."
Clarissa Alcock's expression was flat, "So, what's the denomination of that check?"
She was not the first wife of her husband Edgar Bronfman Jr.
In fact, long before their political marriage, her husband fell in love with a black actress in Hollywood and had a son and a daughter, which was regarded as a disgrace to the Bronfman family.
——Generally speaking, conservative Jews will only marry another Jewish person, and even Anglicans will be rejected, not to mention the lowly 80s of Black Lives Matter.
Clarissa Alcock doesn't care about the children of her husband and ex-wife, but she needs to ensure that the property jointly owned by the husband and wife is not stolen wantonly by lowly thieves, because it is not in the interests of herself or the family.
Especially Edgar Bronfman Jr. is a son who doesn't know what frugality is. He competes with Australian rich man James Parker at the gambling table and can give a certain Hollywood actress several million dollars for nothing. To his ex-wife And a pair of children is even more generous.
Johnny hesitated for a moment, looked up into Clarissa Alcock's eyes, and said, "65, ma'am."
"Good boy." Clarissa Alcock smiled at Johnny, took a quick glance at the check from his hand, and then stuffed it back into his palm, "Come on, I'm just about to go out, You can ride in my car..."
Johnny got into a luxury car in a daze, but he didn't know that at this moment, Anthony Pelicano, who had finished talking with him on the phone not long ago, was facing the greatest crisis in history.
The private detective known as the "Hollywood" eye was stopped by a group of people on a remote road after he drove away from the reception.
And when the leading Texas burly man put a gun on the back of his head, Mr. Pelicano, who was unmoved by the coercion and lure of Tom Cruise's team, directly raised his hands and surrendered, very cooperative betrayed his employer.
——In fact, the young man pretended to be clever in front of the private detective like a young girl with a swaying heart, and there were traces in the corners of his eyes and brows.
Anthony Pelicano was taken into another car and spent the night in a house on the outskirts of the city before seeing a dark-haired man in an Armani suit the next day.
Oh Shet!
A lawyer, or a "killer" among lawyers!
"It seems that you know me, dear Pellicano." Jamie Dutton pulled a chair and sat in front of Anthony Pellicano, smiling at the tightly bound private detective.
As Eli McCullough's best friend, partner and personal lawyer, it was hard for Jamie not to feel absurd and amused last night when he received the news that the former had been photographed by the Hollywood paparazzi in a scandalous photo.
So he hurried over early this morning to handle the matter himself.
Interestingly, Anthony Pelicano in front of him seemed to be a little too timid.
"Obviously, Mr. Dutton." Anthony Pelicano said half-truthfully, "I was fortunate to witness how you dealt with the real estate agent who coveted the family farm, so in fact none of you came to me, I And I know I should keep my mouth shut."
Jamie's smile deepened, but he didn't really believe him.
People who have a moral bottom line will not engage in the business of private detectives, and the same is true for people who are greedy for life and fear of death. The real Franklin is the truth they pursue.
Money is the indulgences sold by the Pope.
"Well, it seems that you know a lot, let's have a good chat while there is still time..."
The Dakota Building, Upper West Side, Manhattan.
In the living room filled with various exotic sculptures and paintings by Henry Moore, Josie and the owner of the house, Loren Bacall, sat opposite each other on the fabric sofa by the fireplace, and a set of Loren Bacall was placed on the coffee table in the middle. . Bacall's favorite [-]th century Victorian tea set.
Both the room and the two women sitting here are like works of art.
But now, someone is trying to destroy a work of art.
This is something Loren Bacall would never want to see.
After all, this is a living miracle that she personally participated in creating, and for at least the next ten years, this Miss Miracle will lead the prosperity of the East Coast drama circle.
"I heard some gossip—" Loren Bacall looked at the girl in front of him, put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Is there any misunderstanding between you and the rich third generation of the Bronfman family, so that His people are throwing money around to find negative news about you."
Misunderstand?
Oh, there are no misunderstandings in business, only interests.
Josie shook her head and replied, "Let's put it this way, my personal investment advisor helped me make some money in Paris—just when the Vivendi-Global stock market crashed."
Obviously, Loren Bacall, who was in Manhattan, had heard about the hot topics on Wall Street some time ago, but raised one eyebrow lightly, and said, "Oh, little Edgar is a little lacking in style, but it's okay It’s human nature.”
——After all, the family assets have shrunk by a single digit because of this, and they have been reduced from a Canadian Jewish wealthy family to an insignificant rich man. They don't know that the marriage with the richest man's daughter can continue.
After a pause, Loren Bacall personally added hot tea to Josie's teacup, and said, "Let your publicist pay attention to this situation, you must know that men are more irrational than women when they go crazy, and you The profession is destined to be very important to guide public opinion."
"I will, Loren." Josie picked up the black tea and sipped it slowly.
After spending the afternoon with the legendary Hollywood actress Loren Bacall, Josie was invited to a party hosted by Dina Merrill in the evening, acting like a half-host.
Donald is still trying to introduce his son to Josie, in his opinion, this is a very lucrative business, and he thinks he is still quite popular in New York social circles, after all, not everyone is like him So rich and fun.
Others are far more cautious than the real estate tycoon.
For example, the founder of Bloomberg, Michael Bloomberg, at least on the surface, has regarded this young Hollywood actress as a relatively equal object to talk to, rather than being limited to the other party's identity as a woman.
For Michael Bloomberg, who is well-informed, it is difficult to make friends with this kind of young people with amazing sharp ambitions, and interests are the bridge that will always flow unimpeded.
Therefore, he vaguely reminded Josie: "Congratulations on becoming the largest shareholder of Skynet Media, son, this is a company with great potential, and many people are optimistic about its future prospects in the stock market."
The market outlook represents the market value.
Obviously, some people are trying to use all methods to kick Qiao Xi out, before Skynet Media's IPO plan officially starts.
Benefits are always pursued.
There have never been invulnerable allies in this world, only supreme interests.
Who would have imagined that Hollywood bigwigs who once forged a deadly feud have recently reunited temporarily because of a common enemy?
Unfortunately, their common enemy is none other than Josie.
But fortunately, more and more people gathered around Josie, and she was no longer the powerless little girl she was back then.