My absurd experiences in North America over the years

As Gal Gadot emerged from the charity gala, a cool night breeze swept down from the hillside, causing her long hair to flutter slightly.

She was wearing a black off-the-shoulder dress, standing on the steps at the hotel entrance, turning her head to look at Li Fu.

The moonlight shone on her face, and her brown eyes reflected the lights of the distant city.

Who was that person just now?

She was very curious. Judging from that person's imposing manner, he must hold a high position. Li Fu shouldn't know such a person.

"This is also the first time I've met him. I think his name is something like Goldstein," Li Fu said, buttoning up his trench coat. His tone was as casual as if he were just saying that the weather was nice today.

"First time? You two seem to be having a great conversation!"

Gadot didn't quite believe it, but she wasn't questioning anything; she was simply curious.

"You might not believe it, but he wants me to be an actor," Li Fu said as he walked.

"Is that so?" Gadot smiled, a smile with an indescribable quality, as if she found it funny, yet also as if she took it for granted.

"Isn't it magical?" Li Fu shrugged.

"It's not magical. You probably don't know that you're already quite well-known in this industry," Gadot said, offering a different perspective. "At a party today, someone in the industry asked me if I had similar thoughts."

Li Fu did not respond.

He already knew from Goldstein that he had become somewhat famous.

But that fire wasn't a spotlight on a stage; it was phosphorescence in the darkness.

It looks shiny, but feels cold to the touch.

And they usually appear above graves.

Gail seemed to understand his silence and said nothing more.

Li Fu drove her home, and on the way, Goldstein's gray-blue eyes kept replaying in his mind.

He said every word he uttered was perfectly watertight.

"Good wine needs to breathe, and so does opportunity."

"More choices mean more paths; perhaps this path leads to the heavens!"

It all sounds like they're thinking about his future.

However, this old fox had no idea that Li Fu had already identified him.

A political broker with ties to the entertainment industry.

This kind of person is similar to Epstein; they're both scum.

There's absolutely no way they could have any good intentions.

At the same time, the atmosphere at Winthrop's villa was even colder than a winter night in Los Angeles.

Winslop sat on the sofa in his study, with a pile of documents and a laptop spread out on the coffee table in front of him.

On the screen was the content of an email he was preparing to send: the family business's stock price had plummeted, three major partners had terminated their contracts, and his uncle had been spared prosecution, but his political future was ruined.

He closed his laptop, leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and only one name was on his mind.

Cole Forrest.

That bespectacled young man, who spoke slowly and deliberately and looked like a university professor, was more ruthless than anyone imagined.

The sharp drop in the stock price of family businesses is a "market reaction".

The termination of a partnership agreement is a "business decision".

The uncle's scandal was a "whistleblower report".

Everything was legal and compliant, and there was no evidence to be found in any of them, but when put together, everything seemed so suspicious.

There's no doubt he's the one pulling the strings behind the scenes.

And the trigger for all this disaster... was that Chinese man.

Winslop opened his eyes, picked up the whiskey on the coffee table, and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold liquid slid down his throat, but instead of extinguishing the fire in his heart, it seemed to fuel the flames even more.

If Li Fu hadn't saved Lucy, if that video had been filmed, if the healthcare bill hadn't passed as they expected...

Everything will be different.

It's all because of him. He accepted $200,000, agreed to leave, and then betrayed his promise.

Instead, they ended up setting themselves up for failure.

He single-handedly rescued Lucy.

Furthermore, Winslop couldn't understand why Cole had so accurately targeted him for revenge.

He didn't reveal any flaws.

Perhaps it was also because of that Chinese man; he must have told Cole about his plan to bribe him with a check.

That's why it incurred the wrath of the Forrest family.

Winslop slammed the glass down on the coffee table, the sound of glass hitting wood echoing in the empty study.

He is determined to get revenge.

He hasn't been idle these days either. First, he hired the best detectives to track down Li Fu's whereabouts.

Although there was little progress, Li Fu himself was exposed.

This guy is really lucky with women. Six months after Lucy left, the woman next to him became fashion model Gal Gadot.

Occasionally, he would even stay overnight at the other party's luxury apartment.

Winslop was furious about this.

Recently, he hired two assassins at a high price through reliable channels, intending to take down Li Fu.

He picked up his encrypted phone, found an unnamed number, and sent a message: "How's the investigation going on that thing we talked about last time?"

The other party is a dark web detective with a very reliable reputation in the underworld.

"He's back from the charity gala and might stay at that celebrity's apartment tonight."

The other party replied very quickly.

That celebrity is obviously referring to Gal Gadot?

"Keep an eye on them, but don't alert them."

Winslop's idea was perfect.

The detective locates Li Fu's position, and then the detective notifies the assassin to kill Li Fu.

The two groups of people are not related.

This way, the assassin is less likely to be exposed.

Let professionals do what they are good at, avoid any oversights, and increase the success rate.

Winslop put down his phone, stood up, and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the Hollywood skyline stretched out below, a tapestry of lights and twinkling stars. But to him, those lights seemed like countless eyes, mocking him and laughing at his misfortune.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into the flesh of his palms.

He will not look for Goldstein again.

All they need to do is give him a spot at this year's White Party as promised.

That's all he wanted.

He doesn't intend to rely on anyone now.

He will take revenge for his own grievances.

In the darkness, Li Fu was driving down the street when he suddenly noticed something unusual as he was about to turn a corner.

A Ford car that had overtaken me a few minutes earlier suddenly slowed down, as if waiting for me to catch up.

There aren't many vehicles around in the middle of the night.

Li Fu, or rather the original owner, had an extremely strong sense of counter-surveillance.

He suspected that the other party was using familiar tactics to track him.

To test his theory, at an intersection, he chose the straight lane but suddenly turned right.

"You've broken the rules..." Gadot looked at Li Fu in surprise.

This was the first time he had acted so unusually.

"So what if you break the rules? Can't you afford the fine?" Li Fu said half-jokingly.

"Is this about a fine?" Gadot scoffed. "You took the wrong turn; you'll be at least half an hour late getting back."

"That's perfect, I won't be going back tonight."

"..."

Gadot bit her lower lip, suddenly unsure how to start a conversation.

Is this the result she wanted?

Of course, it seems like they haven't had any... intimate contact for several days.