After leaving the Golden Club, there was no pain on Emma Watsons face, her eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and even the corners of her lips were filled with long laughter, which made people feel a sense of crisis between fish and net breaking.
She looked at the crossroads with cars and people coming and going, and the radian of her lips became even deeper. The cheeks that were pale because of Chris Hemsworths words gradually regained their color. She was calm and proud as if nothing had happened, smiled slightly, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and made a call to that person, and her voice was resolute: "Xiao Wu, act..."
After hanging up the phone, the sky was still covered with dark clouds, but Emma Watson smiled brilliantly.
Ah, Chris Hemsworth, since you are unkind, dont blame me for being unrighteous!
The next day, in the Western restaurant, a man and a woman sat opposite each other.
Natalie Portman, dressed in a small evening dress with a light but refined makeup, sat opposite Chris Hemsworth. Her good upbringing made her movements particularly elegant and beautiful. She looked up at Chris Hemsworth, who didnt speak, and took the initiative to find a topic: "Hemsworth, thank you for accompanying me to this meal."
"Youre welcome." Chris Hemsworth raised his eyes and said lightly, and there was no change in his eyebrows and eyes because of the other party.
This changelessness made Natalie Portmans face slightly change, and she was a bit embarrassed. She is the apple of the Taylor familys hand, and she has always had everything she wanted since she was a child. She has never experienced such a feeling of chasing someone, and this is the first time.
But her reserved nature made her a bit at a loss. Looking at the man opposite, he looked very gentle, and there was no coldness between his eyebrows and eyes, but the strength and sharpness in his bones could not be concealed. Otherwise, he would not have taken over the familys power alone before the age of thirty.
"Hemsworth, will you go to the Vanderbilt Charity Gala next month?" Natalie Portmans eyes were wide, with a temptation.
Chris Hemsworth raised his eyes and looked at her, stared at her for a few seconds, and then smiled leisurely and comfortably, nodding, "I will go."
"Really?" Natalie Portmans eyes widened, and her expression was pleasantly surprised.
"Hmm."
Looking at the handsome and flawless face opposite, Natalie Portman seemed to think of something and smiled with satisfaction, pursing her lips, generous but with a slight shyness, "Hemsworth, will you invite me to be your date at the dance?"
"A dance partner?" Chris Hemsworth knew what Natalie Portman was thinking in her heart, and he also knew what she was trying to do. He carried a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his low voice was as intimate as a lovers words, but if you listen carefully, there is also a chill in it. He said, "I dont know..."
"Click..."
Not far away, the cameras flash passed in a flash. A man in a duckbill cap stood outside the Western restaurant, unmoved, put away his camera, and quietly looked at the intimate Chris Hemsworth and Natalie Portman on the dining table, with a trace of relief on his face.
The two people in the photo are not easy to provoke. One is decisive and the other is full of scheming. If it werent for repaying a favor to that person, he would never want to offend these two, but I think such a long distance, the two people cant find him.
He looked down and flipped through his DSLR. The two people in the photo were clear and the expressions on their faces were tender and ambiguous. Xiao Wu couldnt help but give himself a thumbs up in his heart. He could take such a good picture of the two peoples expressions at such a long distance, and only Xiao Wu, a senior paparazzi, could do it.
He turned around and left, unmoved, and even pressed his duckbill cap lower, walking in a hurry, but no one noticed his figure.
And Chris Hemsworth in the restaurant at the same time frowned, his eyes suddenly turned over, and his sharp eyes searched in the crowd for a circle, but found nothing.
Natalie Portman looked at Chris Hemsworths actions, with a puzzled face, "Whats wrong, Hemsworth?"
"Nothing." Chris Hemsworth turned his head calmly, his face smiling and laughing, and the dim yellow light in the restaurant flickered, shining on his face, and he was very noble.
After getting in the car, Xiao Wu casually put the DSLR aside, took out his phone, and made a call. The other end of the phone was quickly picked up, and Emma Watsons voice came through: "How is it, Xiao Wu, is it done?"
"Miss Smith, with Xiao Wus appearance, one is worth two, of course its done, and its very connotative." Xiao Wu laughed, very cheerful, with pride.
On the other side, Emma Watsons heart was instantly relieved, and she breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thats good, I was afraid this wouldnt work."
Hearing Emma Watsons words, Xiao Wus eyebrows wrinkled, and his tone was worried: "But, Miss Smith, this matter is unusual. If you play well, you may be able to achieve the effect you want, but if you dont play well, Mr. Rockefeller is not a good-natured person."
Emma Watson immediately stopped on the other side.
After a while, a low and hoarse voice slowly sounded in Xiao Wus ear, with helplessness and sadness after being cornered, leisurely: "Xiao Wu, you dont have to care about this matter, just send me the photos from today and the day I was drenched in front of the Rockefellers door, and I will handle the rest."
"Miss Smith -"
"This matter should not involve you, and you dont need to operate it. Okay, send it over." Emma Watson smiled, very generous.
Xiao Wu paused for a while, thought about it, and finally nodded: "Okay, Miss Smith, I will send it to your email."
"Hmm."
The call was hung up, and ten minutes later, there was a "ding" sound from Emma Watsons notebook. Emma Watsons small hand reached over, and the computer screen was quickly covered by the email page. She opened the email, and the content of the email was very simple.
One sentence: Miss Smith be careful. Behind it is a group of photos.
Signed: Xiao Wu.
Looking at the photos that are either pitiful or ambiguous, Emma Watsons willow eyebrows curved up, with a trace of determination.
Chris Hemsworth, my familys help, you have to help whether you help or not!
"Exclusive news! The down-and-out daughter, Emma Watson, begged for help after the rain, but Chris Hemsworth was soft and fragrant, and there is suspicion of breaking off the engagement between the two!"
A news report from a third-tier magazine, in just one day, made the whole New York City change.
This magazine describes the situation of the Smith family in detail, and how Emma Watson fell down, and the picture of Emma Watson sitting in front of the Rockefellers door begging also made everyone talk, let alone the picture of Chris Hemsworth and Natalie Portman dining together, which made people think more.
In just one day, it seemed that the engagement between the Smith familys daughter and the Rockefeller familys son had been settled and canceled.
Everyone in the Rockefeller Group who went to work that day looked at Chris Hemsworth with the eyes of a heartless man and Chen Shimei when they saw him that day. Although it was all done in secret, he was very sensitive and caught it all at once.
Chris Hemsworth would not look at third-tier magazines, let alone this magazine, which has only reported gossip about small stars before, or exaggerated gossip, and has no value at all. Chris Hemsworth, who was uncomfortable with being seen, sat in the office and did the first thing, which was to call the secretary outside.
"Mr. Rockefeller, what can I do for you?"
"What happened to me today?"
Once he grasped the key point, Chris Hemsworths eyes were as deep and dark as thick ink, which made the secretary shudder.
The secretary, of course, dared not tell a lie, and she quickly put the magazine she bought in the morning in front of Chris Hemsworth, helped her turn the pages, and then retreated consciously.
Looking at the two enlarged pictures, Chris Hemsworths mouth silently curled up, his eyes gathered a madness like a storm, and his eyes narrowed like ice. He twisted the magazine in front of him: "Ah, Emma Watson, your means are really high, and you can think of such a way, it seems that I underestimated you."
And Chris Hemsworth can get the news, and other people can also get it. In just one morning, the whole upper class society knew about this gossip.
Although everyone didnt say anything on the surface, they were all talking behind the scenes. At this moment, the most arrogant person in New York City was Leonardo DiCaprio.
Still at the Golden Club, still in that private room, still with that group of people. But today they didnt order any hostess to come, but a few rich children sat on the sofa.
Leonardo DiCaprio leaned on the sofa, his lips carrying a faint smile, absurd but not debauched. His knuckles were distinctly holding a glass of red wine, and the red liquid swayed in the glass. He sniffed the fragrance of the wine and took a sip: "Good wine, Tiger, did you steal the wine from your old man?"
The tone of the question was affirmative.
"Nothing can hide from Leonardo DiCaprios mouth." The man named Tiger laughed and took off the packaging paper from the wine bottle, revealing its original appearance. "Leonardo DiCaprio, this wine has been hidden by my old man for decades, and it was finally stolen by me."
"Ah, arent you afraid that your old man will beat you?" The voice was light and teasing, and his eyes were narrow, which seemed particularly careless.
"What are you afraid of, isnt there Leonardo DiCaprio?"
"You kid." Leonardo DiCaprio laughed, took a sip of wine with his head down, and seemed to like it very much.
Tiger climbed up the pole and continued to chat: "Leonardo DiCaprio, have you seen the magazine today? It turns out that the nightclub lady from yesterday was the daughter of the Smith family. She didnt like to move around, and we hadnt seen her before. I didnt expect her to look really good."
"Hmm." Leonardo DiCaprio took a sip of wine, squinting his eyes, and his eyes were hazy as if he was thinking about yesterdays events. This is the first time in decades that someone has rejected his invitation. However, the feeling of this first time is quite novel.
As if thinking of something, there was a bit more thought in Leonardo DiCaprios eyes, and a few rays of laughter rippled on the corners of his lips.
Tiger also saw Leonardo DiCaprios smile and felt that he was in a good mood, so he immediately stepped forward to brush his existence: "Leonardo DiCaprio, do you know if Chris Hemsworth really wants to break off the engagement with Emma Watson? After all, the news of the Smith familys imprisonment has been widely spread in New York City, and there are not many people who can help at this time."
"Ah," Leonardo DiCaprio found it funny when he heard Tigers words, so he really laughed, "There are more people who hit the rock in this world, and fewer people who can help in the snow. Maybe I am one of them..."
"Leonardo DiCaprio." The group of rich children who were surrounding him were stunned when they heard this, looking at each other for several seconds, pushing you and me, and I push you. In the end, Tiger, with a puzzled face, stared at Leonardo DiCaprios profile, stretched out his neck, and asked tentatively, "Does Leonardo DiCaprio mean that he is interested in Emma Watson?"
But at this time, Leonardo DiCaprio was already drinking wine with his head down, and there was no expression on his face, as if he had just said it casually...