Hearing Miranda's request, Eric didn't refuse, but asked, "Now, where are you going?"
Miranda said excitedly: "We, um, we can go all the way north along Highway 1. It would be best to drive to San Francisco. I haven't been to San Francisco yet."
"Do you think the car can run on that road? It might be midnight when we get to San Francisco," Eric shook his head and smiled.
The road Miranda mentioned refers to the California Pacific Rim Highway 1, which runs through the entire California along the Pacific coast. The name of this road sounds impressive at first glance, but it is actually just a small two-lane asphalt road, and the road condition is not very good. Let alone a sports car, an ordinary car runs at a speed that is impossible to experience. The joy of a ride.
"Then," Miranda tilted her head and thought about it, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she hugged Eric's neck tighter, and said, "Shall we go to Las Vegas, I heard from my classmates , It only takes more than three hours to drive from Los Angeles to Las Vegas."
Eric felt Miranda's soft body close to him again, and he didn't bother to push it away. At this time, Miranda had already changed out of her tennis clothes in the morning, and chose a small T-shirt and short shorts with her navel exposed, exuding a youthful and invincible atmosphere all over her body.
Feeling the faint body fragrance from the girl, Eric also thought about it.
After returning from New York, he worked continuously for more than half a month. Next, he will go to Maryland. Although he will attend Chris’s wedding, because all the executives in the Firefly system will gather together, it will definitely not be much easier. . Then, it is also a good choice to take advantage of the present opportunity to relax. What's more, it's still driving. When he refused to drive Cindy's Maserati in New York last time, Eric realized that he was even a little out of touch with normal life. No matter what, Eric absolutely didn't want to be a pioneer in creating a huge industry. But he imprisoned himself in it and couldn't move.
Quickly making a decision, Eric stretched out his hand and patted Miranda's buttocks, saying, "Okay, let's go to Las Vegas."
"Wow, Eric, I love you so much," Miranda almost jumped up excitedly, leaned over and kissed Eric on the face a few times.
Eric pushed the excited girl away and said, "Okay, come down first, I'll make a few phone calls to make arrangements."
Since it was temporarily decided to go to Las Vegas, Eric will fly from there to Maryland tomorrow. This matter must be communicated with the assistant in charge of arranging his itinerary. In addition, although it is only one night, the entertainment and accommodation even Minor things like security will definitely need to be arranged in advance.
After making several phone calls in a row, Eric inevitably smiled self-deprecatingly, stood up and said to Miranda and Christina, "Okay, let's go."
Immediately, Miranda came over again, holding Eric's arm, and Christina followed beside Eric with unconcealed excitement.
The three of them came to the bottom garage together, and a group of Eric's bodyguards were already preparing, and they would drive there together.
Miranda glanced around dozens of luxury cars, then pounced on a pure black Lamborghini ghost, clumsily tried to open the door, but failed, the girl was not embarrassed, turned her head and said: "Eric, this one, shall we drive this car?"
Eric shook his head and said, "This is a two-seater, there are three of us."
Knowing that it was impossible to get rid of Christina, Miranda looked at the other cars in disappointment. The spacious underground garage fully accommodated at least thirty luxury cars of all kinds, but all the sports cars in the innermost row were basically two-seaters. Miranda didn't want to take those old-fashioned Bentley Rolls-Royces and the like, her eyes turned around, the girl tentatively pointed to the bodyguards, and said, "Christina can take their car."
Christina couldn't bear it any longer. When I was small, I was easy to bully. She was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, with a smug smile on her face, she took out a card from her small satchel and waved it at Miranda. Yang, then looked at Eric and said, "Eric, actually, I have already got my driver's license."
Eric took a look at Christina's driver's license with a smile, and said, "When did you learn to drive?"
"I started learning secretly very early. I got my driver's license not long after my sixteenth birthday," Christina said, adding: "Now my mother is very relieved to let me drive the Chevrolet at home alone. .”
"Okay," Eric smiled, pointed to the surroundings, and said, "You pick the one you can drive."
Christina ignored Miranda's depressed expression, and walked past her on purpose, came to a purple Lamborghini, patted on the hood lightly, and said, "Eric, can I drive this one?" ?”
Eric looked at the purple Lamborghini, which was specially given to him by the Lamborghini company after the filming of "Pretty Woman", but Eric has basically never touched it again in these years, except for routine maintenance. Cars rarely even leave the garage anymore.
In fact, most of the luxury cars in the garage are like this, and the girl also buys some newest models every three days. Perhaps the biggest function of these luxury cars is to fill the garage and make people look pleasing to the eye.
Eric also walked over and said, "Lamborghini is different from Chevrolet. Let's choose another car."
"I can drive it," Christina hesitated for a moment, stuck out her tongue, and said, "I, I could drive it two years ago. Drew asked me to drive it."
Eric was speechless for a moment, but he just remembered that before meeting him, the girl had a glorious story of running away from home by car at the age of twelve, and this incident seemed not so out of the ordinary.
Eric finally agreed and said, "Okay, but you are not allowed to drive faster than me on the road."
Even so, Eric was still not at ease. After all, Christina was only sixteen years old. In the end, Eric asked his bodyguard captain Carter Moen to sit in Christina's co-pilot to look after them, and everyone set off together. A group of seven people, two Lamborghinis, and two Range Rover, took more than an hour to reach Highway 15, which leads directly to Las Vegas, after leaving Malibu.
Although it took a little longer to pass through downtown Los Angeles, it was less than four o'clock after getting on the expressway, and there were only 300 kilometers left to Las Vegas. Everyone left at about seven o'clock. able to get to Las Vegas.
Highway 15 is a very spacious six-lane road. There are no gullies on both sides of the road, but the endless Gobi Desert, so the safety is very guaranteed. If there are fewer vehicles on the road, it will be a paradise for racing drivers.
Eric gradually recovered his hand feeling as he passed through downtown Los Angeles. After driving into the expressway, he also began to let go of his hands and feet. In some areas with less traffic, he even accelerated his speed to two hundred kilometers. The excitement of the hormone surge also made him understand why so many people like drag racing.
When Eric was surprised, Christina drove the purple Lamborghini and could follow Eric's vehicle step by step at any time, occasionally paralleling, and would press the window and playfully look at the co-pilot. Miranda stuck out her tongue with a depressed face. Obviously, if it wasn't for Eric's restriction, this girl's speed would definitely be more than that. This made Eric realize that the girl's incomprehensible level in private is definitely far beyond his imagination. What a well-behaved girl she was, she became a speeding girl.
Running all the way, just after six o'clock, the group arrived at a small town on the border of Nevada.
Everyone stopped to refuel and took a short break. Eric didn't get out of the car and let the bodyguards handle it outside. Miranda, who was sitting in the co-pilot, got out of the car and swayed around. When she came back, she started pulling Eric Ke's arm acted like a baby: "Eric, it's not far from Las Vegas, let me drive for a while later, okay? I've watched the meeting."
Eric hung up a phone call, shook his head with a smile: "This is impossible, don't even think about it."
"But, Christina knew how to drive two years ago, and she was only the same age as me at that time."
"If I knew about this, she would definitely not be here now," Eric shook his head again, and comforted with a smile: "Okay, don't make trouble, I just got a call, David Copperfield tonight I will perform magic tricks at Caesars Palace, and the assistant has already booked a box for us."
Before Miranda could answer, Christina poked her head out of the car window next to Eric and said excitedly, "David Copperfield, that's the guy who made the plane disappear?"
"Yeah," Eric couldn't help pinching Christina's rosy cheeks from racing all the way, and said, "I haven't said anything about you yet, Lamborghini must have violated traffic violations before when it drove so fast. rule."
"Hehe," Christina put her face against Eric's palm, and rubbed her face flatteringly: "Then, Eric, you can punish me tonight."
Eric smiled and said, "Of course, you can't even run away."
"Hey, you all pretend that I don't exist," Miranda quickly glanced at Christina with dissatisfaction, "Why don't I punish you at night too."
Christina directly chose to ignore Miranda's words, anyway, the other party treated her this way in the morning, and continued to say to Eric: "Eric, I just suddenly thought, why don't you make a racing movie, it must be cool Woolen cloth."
Eric was stunned, and the name of a movie almost immediately flashed into his mind, "Fast and Furious", how could he forget this classic series. Before his rebirth, the "Fast and Furious" series had already filmed the sixth part, and it didn't mean to stop at all. Such tenacious vitality also proved that this series can bring enough profits to the film company.
Reaching out his hand, he picked Christina's small face and kissed it hard. Eric said, "You reminded me of this, and I will reward you tonight."
Christina was just talking casually, but she didn't expect Eric's reaction to be so big. However, this unintentional result also made the girl very happy, and said: "Then, Eric, let me play a role when the time comes, okay?" good?"
"Okay," Eric nodded, and said, "If there is a suitable role at that time, I will definitely let you try it, um, maybe you can also link your role in "Casino Royale" with this movie. .”
"Fast and Furious" also involves a lot of agent elements. Although Christina's role in "Casino Royale" is not a first-line angel who performs missions, it is easy to link up with "Fast and Furious".
Thinking continued to diverge, Eric immediately came up with a lot of ideas to combine "Fast and Furious" with the agent movie universe, and this drag racing series can also enrich the entertainment elements of the agent movie universe. At the same time as the evil forces, occasionally interspersed with an adrenaline-stimulating fast racing, it can also largely relieve the aesthetic fatigue brought by pure spy movies.
Seeing that Eric was lost in thought, Christina obediently didn't disturb him any more, but proudly used her eyes to demonstrate to Miranda who was sitting in the co-pilot.
It wasn't until the bodyguards came to remind them that everything was ready, that the group went on the road again.
At around 7:20 in the evening, the setting sun had just sunk into the horizon, and the four cars finally drove into the underground parking lot of the Caesars Palace Hotel in downtown Las Vegas.
As soon as Eric parked the car, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties running over graciously and offered to help him open the car door.
"Mr. Williams, I am very glad that you are here at the Caesars Palace Hotel. I am the manager here, Rich Black."
Eric reached out and shook hands with the other party, and said with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Black."
Rich Black patiently waited for the people in the other cars to get off. Seeing Miranda and Christina approaching Eric from left to right, their expressions didn't change at all. He gestured with his hand and said with a smile: "Come with me, the room is ready for you."
Eric was not surprised by Rich Black's hospitality. His current status and status fully deserved it. What's more, it was the first time he stayed at the Caesars Palace Hotel, so the other party would naturally pay more attention to it. On the contrary, Miranda, who seemed to be very detached, held Eric's arm a little cautiously, with a little restlessness in her eyes, and Christina followed Eric obediently.
Now that he is staying in the hotel, the bodyguards naturally don’t need to be around at all times. Rich Black asked his waiter to lead several bodyguards to the guest room, lead Eric and the two girls into the special elevator, and press the button , and then said nonchalantly again: "Mr. Williams, David Copperfield's performance starts at eight o'clock, do you want to eat first?"
"Well," Eric nodded, feeling Miranda on his body, smiled, and said, "Also, prepare some clothes for the two of them."
Compared with Eric's more formal shirts and slacks, the two girls are still wearing small T-shirts and denim shorts. Even compared with the luxurious decoration of the elevator room in front of them, they seem out of place. No wonder the two girls are restrained stand up.
"Of course no problem," Rich Black nodded, then looked at Miranda and Christina a little bit, and then whispered a few words to the assistants around him. (To be continued.)