American Gossip King

Chapter 23 I Will Eventually Return as King

It's Kate Beckinsale.

She looked beautiful today, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a stylish black and white checkered evening gown.

It's getting better and better!

A soft, feminine voice came from the living room: "Kate! Come here, honey, I still want to hear your story with that Ian Carl. How's it going? Have you slept together yet?"

Kate laughed, "No, no, that's not true. What's wrong? Why aren't the lights on?"

"The power's out. We've already called an electrician to fix it. Come in and have a seat, it'll be back soon."

"Be careful when you walk, don't bump into anything."

"Why don't we take this opportunity to light some candles and have a candlelight dinner?"

"That's a good idea."

Everyone was laughing and joking.

Kate Beckinsale walked toward the living room, with Ian beside her, wearing an electrician's hat and walking with his head down.

Kate glanced at it casually and didn't pay any attention, but as the two passed each other, Kate suddenly froze.

She turned around in confusion and saw Ian walk out of the room and head towards the electrical box, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

Once outside the villa, Ian went to the electrical panel and quickly reconnected the circuit, instantly illuminating the villa.

"That's fine," Ian said.

The bodyguard looked at him speechlessly: "You should check this area first."

Ian smiled: "A newbie, lacking experience."

With that, he turned and left.

I hadn't gone far when I heard footsteps behind me.

The high heels tapped lightly and anxiously on the cement floor.

Ian continued walking unmoved, when in the next moment an arm grabbed him; it was Kate Beckinsale.

She glared at Ian with her bright, large eyes: "Lift your head!"

Ian couldn't hide it anymore. He looked up helplessly and gave Kate a smile: "Hi."

Kate was horrified when she saw that familiar face.

She covered her mouth, exclaiming, "Oh my god, is it really you? Ian Carl? What are you doing here?"

Ian shrugged: "Part-time. It's tough in media these days, so I'm working to support the company."

Kate stared at him blankly, then suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "Lili Martha... Oh damn it, you bastard, you actually used me!"

Ian hugged her tightly and gave her a long kiss, silencing her cries.

Kate was completely dumbfounded.

He actually forced a kiss on me?

How could he do that?

"No!" Kate shoved him away, yelling, "What have you done?"

Ian smiled at her: "Don't embarrass me, okay? You know I'm capable of anything. Go home early if you have nothing else to do!"

Kate's shouts didn't alert the villa, but instead summoned the patrol guards of Beverly Hills.

On the tree-lined path not far away, several guards hurried over.

They grabbed Ian without hesitation, ripped off his fake beard, and seeing that he was a young man, shouted angrily, "You rats from the gutter, is there anything you can't do?"

Ian didn't care, he just looked at Kate with a cold gaze.

Kate felt a chill run down her spine.

In that instant, she suddenly realized that Ian was truly capable of anything!

This serial killer, this madman, he'll do anything for the news, but he can't say anything himself!

Both guards looked at Kate simultaneously: "Madam, are you alright?"

Kate looked into Ian's eyes and trembled.

She gently shook her head: "No! It's nothing."

After saying that, she turned and left in a hurry, returning to Lilimarta's villa in a daze.

The living room was brightly lit, and the guests were laughing and chatting.

Kate Beckinsale, however, was extremely uncomfortable.

Originally, her agent asked her to come here to meet more important people by taking advantage of the attention generated by the Charlie Mills and Blazer incident.

Several important figures were present at Lili Marta's party.

But she didn't expect Ian Carl to be there.

Even without seeing what he did, Kate could guess what he did.

This made her feel particularly upset.

The dazzling lights and bustling nightlife before her seemed to turn into knives, making her restless and uneasy.

She had no idea that there might be a camera pointed at her from some corner...

But she couldn't say anything.

Just then, Lili Marta, while drinking and nestled in the arms of two handsome men, asked her with a smile, "Hey, Kate, you haven't told me your story with that Ian Carl yet."

Kate forced a smile: "You've all seen the news, it's all there, what's there to say?"

Lili Martha chuckled, waving her glass. "But there are always things we don't see. Like, how did he know about that knife?"

The latest novel is first published here!

Kate shook her head helplessly: "He said it was something he observed."

"Do you like him?" another girl asked.

This question left Kate momentarily at a loss.

Do I like him?

Of course I have feelings for him.

But he was terrifying; although he was a journalist, he was more feared by Kate than any gangster.

Thinking of the possible hidden cameras, her gaze wandered, and she said helplessly, "I have a little bit of a crush on them."

"Then why don't you sleep with him?"

Kate said helplessly, "I told you I only have a slight liking for him."

"What does it matter? Men only need a strong penis and a handsome face, that's enough. They're just toys to satisfy us!" Lily Marta laughed lewdly.

She had only met the two men beside her today.

Kate finally couldn't take it anymore and shook her head repeatedly, "Sorry, I have to go."

She hurriedly grabbed her bag and left the villa.

The guests exchanged glances, and Lily Marta sighed, "I'm sorry, Councilor Brand, it seems you won't have a chance tonight."

Sitting on the sofa opposite Lili Marta, a well-dressed, refined middle-aged man smiled and said, "She doesn't seem to be quite used to Hollywood yet."

………………

Outside the gates of Beverly Hills.

Two guards quickly dragged Ian to the door and shoved him to the ground, their actions fierce and their demeanor arrogant.

Ian didn't mind.

Ultimately, it was my fault first, and the other party was just doing their job.

He rose from the ground, slowly and methodically tidied his belongings, and said, "I will return, but no longer sneaking around; I will become one of you! Then, every one of you will bow and scrape before me, calling me 'Sir.' If I'm not satisfied, I will kick your asses hard!"

The two guards laughed: "You're not qualified."

Ian nodded: "Then remember my name, Ian Carr, owner of the Los Angeles Herald. This newspaper will become the most glorious newspaper in the United States in the future, and the starting point of a great media behemoth!"

Ian Karl? You are Ian Karl?

Both guards were taken aback.

Ian smiled slightly: "But you don't need to worry, I won't retaliate against you. After all, you were just doing your job, and I respect all those who are dedicated to their work!"

With that, he turned and left.

Arriving at a street, Ian saw several news vans parked not far away, with some reporters holding cameras and scanning everything around them.

They exchanged a glance, and the keen insight of their peers brought a smile to their faces simultaneously.

"Hey, you've gone in, buddy? Did you get any pictures?" a reporter called out to him.

Ian shrugged. "That's none of your business, buddy."

He returned to a van parked by the roadside, which he had rented specifically for the purpose of using. The van was filled with a large number of instruments.

Ian turned on the monitor and started adjusting it; soon, images appeared on the monitor.

Looking at the men and women in the living room who were indulging in unrestrained behavior, Ian narrowed his eyes and let out a smug chuckle.

(End of this chapter)