American Scandal King

Chapter 275 This is not the right question
Los Angeles, Hollywood.

Sharon Stone was awakened by the rapid ringing of the telephone.

This made her a little irritated. She glanced at the male model next to her, pushed him impatiently, and then picked up the phone and said, "It's only nine in the morning. I don't care who you are, you shouldn't disturb me at this time."

The agent's voice came from the other end of the line: "Do you subscribe to the Los Angeles Herald?"

what?
Sharon Stone was stunned, then said: "Yes, I subscribed."

"Then go and see."

The phone hangs up.

Sharon Stone felt a sense of unease.

Without even putting on her clothes, she rushed out of the room and yelled, "Riley, give me the newspaper!"

The housekeeper hurried over and handed her a Los Angeles Herald.

Sharon Stone took the newspaper and read it, and her vision suddenly went dark.

The newspaper headline read:

"Sharon Stone had sexually transmitted diseases and had affairs with multiple men while she was ill."

"Fuck!!!" Sharon Stone screamed.

Looking at the signature again, it was Ian Carr.

Ian Carr, it's you again!

I didn't offend you!
Why do you do this to me?

Sharon Stone's promiscuity is nothing, but promiscuous sex with illness can cause a lot of trouble!

Those men who have slept with her and have been infected by her will be angry and will cause trouble for her!

Just then, the phone rang again.

It's Sharon Stone's husband Phil Bush.

Phil Bushstein is an executive of the San Francisco Examiner and a well-known journalist himself. However, the relationship between the two has long broken down and they are now going their separate ways. According to the normal development process, they would have divorced this year.

So Phil Bushtan called not because he was angry about Sharon Stone's cheating, but because he was angry about her illness.

He yelled on the phone, "Damn bitch! I told you why I had problems last year, and you said I was messing around. It was obviously you!"

Sharon Stone yelled, "Fuck! That's what you passed to me!"

"Shut up, bitch! I got it last July, but look at the medical records in the newspaper. You got it in March! You bitch, how dare you put the blame on me? You clearly had the disease, but you didn't get treatment, and you even had the nerve to pass it on to me! You damn bitch, I won't let you go unless you make concessions on the division of property!"

The phone was hung up heavily.

Sharon Stone looked at the newspaper in silence and despair.

Ian Carr, are you the devil?

why?
Why are you not in Los Angeles? Why do you still want to hurt me like this?

………………

5 month 4 day.

It was Ian's third day back in Baghdad.

He sat in the restaurant downstairs of the hotel, eating breakfast leisurely.

Dill Chandler looked at the newspaper helplessly: "Fortunately, I didn't touch her last year... You were pregnant a long time ago, why didn't you tell me?"

Ian laughed and said, "It's not AIDS, why are you so nervous?"

He patted Dill Chandler's shoulder and said, "It's not that I didn't want to tell you, but I got this from Elek, the original hospital where Philileso worked. There's so much information that sometimes I can't even read it all myself. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time and just left it there. It just so happened that I needed to share some information recently, so I picked this out. I really hadn't thought about your relationship with her."

Dill Chandler was puzzled: "Why do we need to release materials recently?"

Because my eyes can’t hold it anymore!

Being with Saddam Hussein primarily strained his left eye, while returning to investigate the US military's dark secrets and various stealthy intrusions strained his right eye. Returning to the hotel and facing Ida's demands, and time travel also strained his left eye! This was the most strain on Ian's eyes since his debut!
Both eyes are now severely myopic and I urgently need various materials to restore my vision... The key is that I haven’t gotten glasses yet!

If you continue to use it, you will really be downgraded.

Considering that Sharon Stone is not a good person either, of course we have to expose her!
Of course, Ian wouldn't explain it that way. He just smiled and said, "I can't let the Americans know I'm in Iraq right now, so I can only continue to spread the threat of the Big Devil this way. And let Hollywood know that even if their king isn't in Hollywood, the fear still exists!"

Dill Chandler shook his head speechlessly: "That's a good reason, although I don't believe it."

Ian ate his veal slowly. "By the way, LANN has been developing very well recently. I'm very satisfied. I'll get the board of directors to approve your investment in LANN for 4 million yuan, giving you a % stake."

Dill Chandler was overjoyed.

This is equivalent to valuing LANN at 25 billion, while LANN's investment alone has already reached 55 billion.

Dill Chandler nodded repeatedly: "Thank you very much, sir!"

Ian shook his head. "As a condition, I want you to make LANN meet the various targets I promised Murdoch by the end of the year. I know it won't be easy, but once the news comes out, Murdoch will also hand over the Oscars and Super Bowl to me. Then it will be much easier for you, so I personally require it to reach around 120%."

Dill Chandler was delighted: "You never break your promises, and neither will I, Mr. Carl."

Ian muttered softly: "Not necessarily."

At least to Saddam, he would definitely have to go back on his word.

Just then, several American soldiers walked over from outside the hotel.

One of them came to Ian and said respectfully, “Mr. Ian Karl?”

Ian looked at him: "It's me."

The officer said, "Commander Bremer wants to see you."

Paul Bremer?
You actually want to see me?
Ian was not surprised that Bremer knew he was in Iraq. After all, he was seen by American soldiers on the way back. He just hoped that those American soldiers would not say anything.

However, Ian was so famous that even if it was just a casual chat, it would eventually reach the ears of the top management within a few days after it was passed down layer by layer.

That's fine, I've almost collected all the materials anyway.

Ian nodded: "I'll be right there."

………………

The presidential palace in Baghdad.

The last time Ian came here, he met Saddam, and now he meets Paul Bremer.

As the highest-ranking civilian official in Baghdad, Bremer, 61, is still energetic and looks not much different from a middle-aged man in his forties.

He warmly invited Ian to sit down beside him, handed him a cigar, and said with a smile, "Hey, Ian, when did you come to Baghdad? You didn't even tell me?"

Paul Bremmer is a typical fusion of politics and business. He is both an outstanding politician and a qualified businessman, so he is very good at speaking differently to different people.

At this moment, he greeted Ian naturally, as if they were old friends who had known each other for many years.

Ian smiled and said, "I came on April 4th."

Paul Bremer was stunned: "What did you say?"

Ian looked at his surprised expression and laughed, "There's no need to be so surprised. Yes, I came here before the war broke out and met with Saddam."

As he spoke, he took out his computer and said, "I'll show you something good."

He played the video, and Paul Bremer stared at the content in the video in a daze, looking at Ian as if he had seen a ghost.

The US military was searching for Saddam everywhere, but Ian Carr was with Saddam the whole time?
"Where is he?" Paul Bremer asked quickly.

Ian shook his head slightly. “No, that’s not the right question, Paul!”

Paul Bremmer gets it.

He smiled: "What do you want?"

(End of this chapter)