When James' car arrived outside Dallas Law's estate, James stopped the car.
The doorman knocked on the car window and asked, "Sir, what do you want me to do for you?"
James took out an invitation letter and the guard checked it before letting it go.
Paris looked at this dreamlike manor and felt even more excited.
I have never been to a place like this in my life. The parking lot is surrounded by greenery.
There are countless luxury cars parked in the parking lot, but James's car is the most inconspicuous here.
Paris followed James closely, not daring to move around at will.
Everything here made her feel stressed. When she walked out of the parking lot, Paris saw a mansion.
With Paris's superficial knowledge, she could tell that this mansion was worth a lot of money.
The garden they walked through alone was about the size of a football field, and was pruned by a dozen gardeners.
After passing the garden, a piece of golden coast is imprinted in front of you. It is so beautiful.
This completely subverts Paris's definition of the word enjoyment. To use a popular saying on the Internet, poverty limits her imagination.
Before Paris came, she was quite confident.
But after arriving here, Paris began to become timid.
Several beautiful women were running and playing in bikinis on the beach.
Following James to the front of the mansion, James took Paris' hand and walked into the living room.
Paris saw Steven talking to another old man, sitting on the sofa, with a woman cuddling beside them.
Paris wished she could be replaced by the woman next to them, but Paris didn't recognize the other old man.
But being able to talk to Steven like this must be an unusual status.
"Hi, James, you're here." Steven saw James: "Your female companion is so beautiful."
"Hello, Mr. Steven." James stepped forward: "This is Paris."
"Hello, Mr. Steven."
"Rasfa and I are talking about things, you go and have fun yourself." Steven said.
James pulled Paris to the balcony, and a waiter brought them two glasses of wine.
"Is the person who spoke to Mr. Steven the owner of this place?"
"He is the billionaire chairman of PLM Films, Mr. Rasfa."
"It turned out to be him."
"That's someone who stands at the pinnacle of power in Hollywood," James said.
Paris' eyes flickered, feeling a little disappointed. She should have performed better just now.
Maybe I can get that Mr. Rasfa to look at me a few more times.
"Come on, come with me to the restaurant to have something to eat."
…
"Hi, Paul." Chen Zhao's car stopped at the entrance of Rasfa's manor.
Paul was there as a welcome guest. When he saw Chen Zhao's car, he immediately came forward to greet him.
"Chen, do you need me to help you park the car?"
"No, it's not the first time." Chen Zhao parked the car and found Paul waiting for him at the entrance and exit of the parking lot.
Paul saw Chen Zhao holding Xiong Da and Xiong Er, with the princess beside him.
Paul was no longer surprised by this, this was Mr. Druid.
He would not feel strange if any wild animal followed him.
"Chen, do you need any service?"
"Take me to get something to eat, I'm hungry."
"Okay, please follow me."
When Chen Zhao came to the restaurant, Paul went in to give instructions to the kitchen.
Paul knew that Chen Zhao had a big appetite, so he quickly brought Chen Zhao a large plate of barbecue and fruit salad.
"Paul, thank you."
"You're welcome, Chen. Is there anything else you need?"
"Help me take care of their family. Her name is Princess. These two are her children, Xiong Da and Xiong Er. The princess is very obedient, but these two children are quite naughty. Please help me take care of them for a while."
"No problem, then I'll go and get busy. If you need anything, come to me anytime... Princess, let's go."
Sure enough, the princess left with Paul, and Xiong Da and Xiong Er followed closely behind.
Chen Zhao stuffed meat into his mouth, as if he hadn't eaten in several days.
At this moment, two people came to the restaurant.
It was James and Paris. Paris saw Chen Zhao who was devouring the food at a glance.
"Why is it him?" Paris was a little surprised. She didn't expect to meet Chen Zhao here.
When James heard Paris's voice, he looked at Chen Zhao and frowned: "It's so unqualified that he doesn't even look at the situation here... Paris, do you know him?"
"I've met him twice, but I'm not familiar with him. I just touched his car today."
"Oh." James held Paris in his arm and walked to Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao was eating happily when he raised his head and saw James and Paris.
"Hey, Paris, what a coincidence."
"Young man, you should pay attention to the occasion."
"Occasion? What occasion?" Chen Zhao was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
This is the restaurant in the manor, not a high-end restaurant.
Besides, I was already eating here, so why should I pretend to chew slowly
If you follow that approach, you won’t be full until tomorrow.
Paris also looked at Chen Zhao with disgust. She felt that Chen Zhao's presence here lowered the style of the place.
I don’t know how Chen Zhao got in... By the way, maybe he just came here to do odd jobs.
Mix in a meal by the way, that should be it.
"This is Neverland. Don't you know who the owner here is? Please don't embarrass the owner here."
"Are you the owner here?" Chen Zhao asked.
"I… "
"You shouldn't be, right? Then what qualifications do you have to accuse me of embarrassing the owner here? The owner here hasn't even spoken, so why are you meddling in other people's business?"
Chen Zhao glanced at Paris, then showed little interest and began to eat on his own.
James was speechless by Chen Zhao and remained silent for half a minute: "I heard that Paris hit your car today, right? Here is a thousand dollars. Don't show up in front of Paris again."
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes: "I'll accept the money, but can you please leave and don't disturb my meal?" "
"Forget it, I don't want to talk nonsense with an unqualified and uncultured person like you." James did not find a sense of superiority in Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao simply ignored him or showed no fear or retreat.
Normally when he was on the set, he would scold the crew members, and everyone would tremble and admit their mistakes in a low voice.
It's a pity that Chen Zhao is not his subordinate at all. Even if he wants to teach Chen Zhao a lesson, he can't do anything.
"Paris, let's go. I feel like the air in a restaurant with people like this is polluted."
(End of chapter)