American Scandal King

Chapter 180 I am the top director

After dealing with Megan Fox and venting his anger, Ian let Megan drive her own car home.

"You're not going to see me off?" Megan was a little disappointed.

"I need to get another piece of news done. There is something going on." Ian kissed the girl lightly.

"Can you take me with you?" Megan was still not satisfied.

"No, this time it will be a big shot, and it's not suitable for you to show up. It will be bad for you. Go to the lock bridge tomorrow and sign a contract with them first. I will arrange it for you then." Ian said and waved to the road.

Brydeson had arrived in his car.

Ian got in the car, waved to Megan, and left.

Back at the Grand Theater, the Oscars ceremony had already ended.

There was supposed to be an important banquet after the award ceremony. That was a show for the real big shots, and those who just wanted to freeload on the red carpet were not qualified to attend, but Ian Carr was not interested.

He has more important things to do.

The car stopped in the corner, waiting quietly.

Not long after, Georgia Boyce came out.

He walked out of the theater and got into his car with a grim face.

"Follow me." Ian said lightly.

The car followed Georgia Boyce all the way to a luxury hotel.

Georgia Boyce entered the hotel and returned to her room in anger.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He suddenly swept everything on the table to the ground: "Useless! All of you are useless! You can't even do this!"

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the phone: "It's me... Did you see it? Yes, I don't know how he did it. They told me the list was changed, but Jennifer Connelly still won the award. I need you to send out a press release immediately, accusing Ian Carr of modifying the list."

A male voice came from the other end of the phone: "This is difficult. She was supposed to win the award anyway. What you need is to make the Oscars go wrong, not negate the predetermined result."

Georgia Boyce yelled: "I don't care about this! The Oscars are no longer ABC, so we have to destroy it! Tell everyone that this is all a shady deal!"

"I have to ask the chairman for instructions."

"Fuck! My father wouldn't approve of that."

"Then I can't do that."

Georgia Boyce hung up the phone helplessly.

After a while, he shouted to his assistant outside: "Find me a woman!"

"Ok sir."

Half an hour later, a seductively dressed girl appeared in Georgia Boyce's room.

She smiled and said, "Hello sir, Yata is willing to provide you with a full range of services."

Boyce looked the girl up and down. "How old are you?"

"Not yet 18." The girl smiled.

She walked up to Boyce, grabbed his collar and said, "I can accept any kind of treatment. You don't seem to be in a good mood? Do you need something violent? I have a whip in my bag."

Boyce looked at her fiercely: "Of course, I need to vent now."

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after an hour.

Boyce looked at Yata, who was covered in wounds, and threw out a stack of banknotes with satisfaction: "This is enough for your medical treatment."

Yata stood up and put on her clothes: "I'm afraid it's not enough."

"What did you say?" Boyce was stunned. "That's ten thousand dollars."

Yata shook her head slightly. She looked at the scars all over her body, especially the ones from cigarette burns, and glared at him fiercely: "You've ruined my skin. I won't be able to sell it for a good price in the future. This job will cost at least 100,000."

"You're crazy, they'll grow back!" Boyce cursed.

Yata chuckled softly, "I'm not talking to you."

what?
Boyce was stunned.

boom!
The door was pushed open hard. A large black man stood in front of it with his arms folded.

Ian entered leisurely: "Okay, one hundred thousand!"

"Ian Carr?" Boyce was stunned.

He was not an idiot, and at that moment he realized that he had fallen into Ian's trap.

Boyce roared, "Don't try to blackmail me! This isn't rape!"

"It could be!" Ian sneered, "But it's not just this."

As he said this, he gave Yata a look, signaling him to leave.

Boyce wanted to grab Yata, but the black man Hadak punched Boyce in the face and knocked him to the ground.

"Don't count on your people, they're all asleep." Ian rubbed his hands, took out the camera and handed it to Boyce: "Take a look."

Boyce looked at the contents and cried out in despair: "Oh my God!"

It wasn't just footage of him abusing Yata, but also recordings of his earlier phone calls.

Ian laughed and said, "You bribed the person who delivered the list, modified the Oscar winners list, and tried to create an Oscar scandal... Actually, this is nothing. As a business method, there is absolutely no problem with it. The problem is that it can't be messed up!"

Boyce yelled, "I didn't! This recording doesn't prove anything."

Ian nodded: "Yes, it doesn't explain the problem enough."

Ok?
Boyce was stunned.

Ian sighed: "Because this recording only proves your personal behavior... This is terrible. Although you have a job at ABC, you are just an insignificant role. What I need is the big fish. So I need you to provide me with a new recording!"

Boyce looked at him in horror. "You want me to involve my father in this? Don't even think about it! He doesn't know about this!"

"But if you say he instructed it, then there's no problem."

"I won't do that, even if you use that woman to put me in jail, I won't do that."

Boyce is not completely stupid. He can hire a good lawyer and not drag his father into trouble even if it means going to jail.

Without his father, he is nothing!

Ian said contemptuously: "Jail? No! I will throw you directly from the building. Haddock!"

Haddock walked over with a chuckle.

The previous scene reappeared. What was interesting was that the guy's name was Boyle. Was it true that anyone named Boyle would be included in the game?

Ian puffed on a cigar and said, "Let me introduce him. He's the Crips' top fighter, cruel and bloodthirsty. He hasn't killed anyone in a long time since he joined me. This is his biggest grudge against me. Today I can satisfy him."

Hardak picked up Boyce and walked towards the French window.

Boyce screamed in horror: "No! No! Ian Carr, you can't do this, you are committing a crime, you are committing murder."

"It wasn't me." Ian stared at him coldly, his left eye glowing again. "You will give me new evidence that proves that the entire ABC board of directors was involved in the roster tampering incident. The reason was revenge for losing the Oscar broadcasting rights! Of course, if the ABC board of directors is willing to give me the Super Bowl broadcasting rights, then I won't care about your behavior, and it won't be exposed. You will agree!"

As his eyes moved, Boyce's mind gradually became confused.

He murmured, "I accept..."

Ian smiled.

Beuys would have accepted it even without the illusion, but then his performance would have been unreal.

What Ian needs is a perfect performance, and the fear of death combined with illusion can maximize his performance.

He nodded: "You can put him down now."

Hardacre smiled and threw Boyce back to Ian. "I think you are the greatest director in the world. Others direct imaginary stories, but you direct real life. You write a script for every target you set your sights on, and let them act out the life you want according to your plan! The whole world will be under your control."

Ian smiled. "I like what you said, Haddock. That's exactly what I'm after... Unfortunately, although I have more and more information, as my business grows, there are more and more things I can't reveal."

As a journalist, he felt extremely regretful and dissatisfied that he could not expose such things.

In the past, nine out of ten news he got would be released, but now most of them have to be kept in the dark.

Forget it, money and status are the ultimate goals!

He raised his camera and pointed it at Boyce: "We can start now."

(End of this chapter)