American Gossip King

Chapter 76 I'm Right Across From You

March is the season when spring is in full bloom.

All things vie for spring!

In a luxury hotel suite in Los Angeles, Ian and Scarlett were locked in a passionate embrace.

The girl is now becoming increasingly infatuated with Ian, her passion burning brightly.

The phone rang.

Ian had to appease Scarlett, who was having a bad day: "Stop, honey, I need to take this call."

Scarlett gave Ian a resentful look: "You always get so many phone calls, I'll handle it myself."

As he spoke, he lay on top of Ian and began to play with him happily.

Despite her complaining tone, she actually enjoyed listening to Ian discuss work on the phone.

The call was from Lloyd, who simply told Ian that he had bought two more small newspapers.

The same old routine applies: swallow up a large amount of the newspaper's resources, expand the Leading News, and then lay off employees.

By leveraging Ian Carr's news and business, these newspapers could become profitable, allowing them to fetch a good price when sold again.

At this moment, Lloyd said, "The integration is still ongoing and will take at least another month. The problem now is that we lack enough explosive material."

Ian has given us a lot of good news lately, but things like the burning torch are rare.

While the news about the corpse being whipped became a trending topic, it was a relative one, with limited intrinsic value and little to enhance the reader's experience... Readers not only look at sales figures but also at the quality of the news itself.

"Don't worry, it will happen." Ian said calmly.

The reason he hasn't caused any trouble recently is because he needs to consolidate resources in order to further leverage the value of news.

After all, he still needed to make money—the acquisition of WND and these newspapers had resulted in him borrowing over $100 million from Linuo.

As he hung up the phone, Ian saw Scarlett sitting on his lap, staring at him intently.

Ian asked with a smile, "Why did you stop?"

"I'm tired, let's rest for a while." Scarlett sat down next to him.

She picked up her laptop, placed it on the blanket, opened WND News, and read the comments.

Scarlett enjoys reading commentary on Ian's news, and the most talked-about topics during this period were the bet between the Los Angeles Herald and the Times, as well as the Herald's series of large-scale acquisitions of other similar businesses.

The improvement in economic news also enhanced the effect on the left eye, but unfortunately, it wasn't upgraded.

"Ian Carl is like a crazy gambler, betting everything he can."

"He may be a brilliant journalist, but he is definitely not a brilliant businessman. No good businessman operates in this way."

"He'll go bankrupt sooner or later."

"Then he'll continue to be a top journalist. Don't worry, man, even if Ian Carr goes bankrupt, he'll still be better off than us."

Scarlett read the news and laughed, "They don't think your bet is going to work out, Ian."

Ian smiled: "Miracles are born when no one believes in them."

The two of them teased each other, and Ian fully enjoyed Scarlett's tenderness and beauty.

Scarlett greedily sucked on the delicious sweetness from Scarlett, letting out a happy giggle.

She caressed Ian and said sweetly, "I love this feeling. You know, Ian, I especially love listening to you do business with me. It's a wonderful feeling. It makes me not only intoxicated by your tenderness but also captivated by your schemes... more intricate than any conspiracy in a movie."

This is normal.

Conspiracies in film and television cannot be made too complex or in-depth due to the limited knowledge of the audience, otherwise many people will not understand them, so the plot must be simple.

Reality is far more complex than anything depicted in movies and television!

Without Gaskell's help, the sheer number of hurdles involved in acquiring a company would have driven Ian crazy... Mergers and acquisitions are big projects, but they're never very efficient.

Gaskell helped Ian resolve political and business procedural and procedural issues, while Ian Carl addressed the issue of goals and will, which is why things were settled so quickly.

Ian gently held Scarlett's hand: "Would you like to do it with me when I'm doing the news? Like now?"

Scarlett was taken aback: "What did you say? There's news now?"

Her pupils dilated slightly, then she shook her head: "No, no, Ian, you can't go out on an interview naked."

"No interviews are needed, just filming," Ian said gently.

Scarlett gasped.

She suddenly turned around and looked at the camera in the window.

It faces the window.

Scarlett realized something and looked at Ian: "You planned this? Who are you filming?"

"Dil Chandler," Ian said, picking her up and getting off the bed.

He set Scarlett aside and stood by the camera, looking out the window across the street.

The curtains were drawn, and the two hotels were less than twenty meters apart. Ian easily activated the invisible threads.

Then it seemed as if a breeze was blowing through the curtains on the opposite side, lifting them partially.

The people in the room were clearly unaware of this and were engrossed in their business.

Scarlett walked over, leaned close to the camera, and exclaimed in surprise, "Sharon Stone?"

This is a well-known actress in Hollywood, and Scarlett Johansson never expected that she would have an affair with Deer Chandler.

She looked at Ian: "Where did you get this information?"

Ian smiled. "Who else could it be? Israel! Israel knows very well that if I can't win the bet, he's finished."

Scarlett's mouth dropped open in surprise: "When you told him, he was the one destined to win."

The latest novel is first published here!

Ian scoffed, "Of course, you use nice words when you're trying to persuade someone, but the truth is, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Even if the Acton family doesn't realize it themselves, can't I just tell them?"

From the moment Israel connected Ian with the bet, he was destined to be on Ian's ship; he simply had no other choice.

How can a traitor expect a win-win situation?

There's no such thing as a free lunch!

The rhetoric is always beautiful, but the truth is always cruel!

Scarlett shook her head repeatedly: "You really are a cunning bastard... but I like you so much."

Her eyes were full of excitement as she hugged Ian.

And so, in two hotels, two couples, they lingered in tender affection.

Dear Chandler's side was all about performing with passion, while Ian Carl's side was all about appreciating with passion.

After a while, Ian finished his filming.

He smiled and scooped up the now limp Scarlett: "His time was much shorter than mine, wasn't it?"

Scarlett blushed. "Shut up, Ian. I don't want to see other men with their butts exposed! I only want to see you!"

As she spoke, she pulled Ian toward the bed, which made Ian shake his head.

My physique is still not strong enough.

"Save some energy for me, we have negotiations tonight," he pleaded.

Scarlett chuckled, "If you're so confident you can fulfill the bet, why resort to this method?"

"Because I need more time, and time is always so precious," Ian replied gently.

Scarlett's eyes gleamed with increasing excitement as she looked at him: "That's why we should cherish it even more..."

With a sigh of resignation, Ian was pulled back into the battle by Scarlett.

After a long while, he fed Scarlett a second time and noticed that it was getting late.

Ian picked up his phone: "Mr. Dear Chandler?"

Deer answered from the other end of the phone, "Ian Carl? What is it?"

Ian went to the window and looked at the room across the street. Dear Chandler was on the phone, while the porn star next to him was sitting on the sofa smoking without any covering.

She's getting old, and her skin is noticeably sagging. If she didn't have the aura of a celebrity, nobody would want to sleep with her.

Ian smiled and said, "I'd like to invite you to dinner at the Miro Hotel, what do you say?"

"I don't have time, I can't go."

"It's not far from you, just a few steps away."

Deer Chandler was stunned: "What did you say?"

"Look at the window."

Deer was horrified. He rushed to the window and discovered that the curtains had been partially drawn back.

He looked out the window and saw Ian, his recently trained and muscular body bare, waving at him. Beside him was a camera on a tripod.

"Fuck!" Deer Chandler cursed.

(End of this chapter)