"We do have a big plan to reintegrate the worldview and try to put the most famous superheroes of Amazing into the same world."

As soon as he left Los Angeles International Airport, Ryan was stuck in front of the car by a reporter, so he had to answer a few X-Men and surprise questions, "Don't ask about the specific plan, I won't tell you, this is a trade secret."

Ryan's joke attracted a lot of laughter.

"Mr. Jenkins, I wonder if you have seen the calls on the Internet? Many of your fans suggest you play Peter Parker." Another reporter asked.

"I can only say sorry to them. Spider-Man will hold up a large-scale audition soon. I still have a contract for Star Wars Prequel to fulfill."

After saying that, Ryan got into the car, and the car quickly left the airport and drove onto the road to Beverly Hills.

Looking back at the cars and motorcycles that followed, Ryan shook his head, not intending to get rid of these guys, after all, he was going home directly.

As the car was about to enter Beverly Hills, the mobile phone suddenly rang. Ryan glanced at the number displayed, from Jenkins Manor.

"Ryan?" This was Lisa's voice.

"It's me."

"Where are you? Can you come back soon?" The butler seemed very anxious.

"What did you send?" Ryan was very surprised. Lisa was smart and capable. She was a good player in hospitality or handling affairs in the manor.

"Nicole is here, and is…" she paused and sighed, "You might as well come back soon."

Nicole had a bad temper. She ran to Jenkins Manor in a rage. Could it be...

In an instant, a picture appeared in Ryan's head, and the manor was filled with gasoline barrels. Nicole Kidman stood at the door of the manor with a torch in his hand. After a few rebukes, he threw the torch into the gasoline barrel. One of the most luxurious manors in Beverly Hills was burned to ashes by the raging fire under the witness of countless TV broadcasting shots.

The news spread all over the world. The overwhelming accusations and criticisms completely drowned out the two...

Well, I'm thinking too much. Even if Nicole hated herself to a certain extent, she shouldn't do anything too much.

As for the accusations and criticisms that appear after exposure, who cares about them!

Thinking of these miscellaneous things, Ryan walked into the front hall of the villa. Lisa was walking around anxiously. There were several huge suitcases next to her.

What is this doing?

Ryan frowned and looked at the butler.

"Nicole brought it." Lisa explained in the simplest words, "It's all the things you put in the original home..."

"Where is Nicole."

As soon as the words came, footsteps came from the stairs, with slender and straight legs, long golden hair and pale face. They appeared in front of them one after another.

"Lisa, open the showcase." Nicole didn't even look at Ryan, "Help me pack the little golden man and throw away all the photos of me and that bastard."

The actress Xiao Jinren, who won through "Irene Brockevich", has always been placed in the showcase here.

As she said that, she pulled over a chair and walked to the wall facing the villa gate. She stood on the chair, took off a huge photo frame quickly, threw it on the floor, making a loud bang.

Countless cracks appeared on the glass mirror of the photo frame, splitting the two people in the photo into countless fragments...

Standing there silently, Ryan didn't say a word. He knew Nicole's temper, and the anger that had accumulated for a long time must be vented.

"George, I've fired those people you're looking for." Nicole said to herself, "Don't do those boring things again in the future."

The bodyguard scratched his head very rarely, and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Nicole, that has nothing to do with George..."

Before he finished speaking, Ryan welcomed a pair of cold light blue eyes, followed by even colder words, "We're done, Ryan, from now on, we... no, it's me and you, no longer a couple, no longer a sibling! There's no relationship..."

The sound seemed to come from the deepest part of the Antarctic, cold without any emotion.

"I really regret it! Why did you pick you up from the Avenue of Stars? If I could choose one more time, I would never do the same thing!"

Any other words can be ignored, but this sentence touched Ryan's heart, and he couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

"You really think so, Nicole?" He stared at the Australian girl, his brows tightly and his face turned gloomy.

Just like in 1994, the sunny and handsome face gradually shrouded in the shadows.

"Gentle? Modest? Helpful? Ryan, do you think I don't know what kind of person you are?" Nicole stared at him without any weakness, and a lot of negative words spit out of his mouth, "interest is first, narrow-minded, ruthless... Now, do you want to deal with me as an enemy? Even if you do it well, do you think I will be afraid of you? Will I still care about you?"

Sure enough, Nicole, the one who knows me best in the world, is just like she said, I can't be considered a good person...

The bitter smile on the corner of his mouth shattered the dark shadow, and Ryan sighed softly, "Nicole, you know, I won't do anything that is bad for you..."

"Is that so? Haven't you done enough?" The Australian girl slapped the clothes hanger beside her, "Disappear from me, Ryan, never show up again! Disappear! Now! Immediate!"

Looking at the slight redness slowly oozing out of the slender and tender hands, Ryan quickly said, "I'll leave now! I promise to disappear immediately!"

Nicole knew him, and he knew Nicole too, and God knew what she would do in hysteria.

He should not show up in a short period of time. Without any hesitation, Ryan turned around and walked out the door.

George on the other side was about to catch up when Nicole's voice sounded again, "George, stay and pack my things for me!"

Turning his head, Ryan winked at George, and after leaving the villa, he walked out of the manor through the back door.

Fortunately, my hat and sunglasses have not been taken off. This is Beverly Hills, where celebrities and celebrities are everywhere. Ryan is not worried about being watched and slowly walked towards the periphery of the villa. However, his face, which was still cheerful in the past, was full of depression.

Although I had expected it before returning to Los Angeles, things really happened. I was not depressed or irritable, so how could it be?

Even though he has always maintained a calm mind, he is still a normal person after all, with fantasies, depression and greed in his heart.

Similarly, Ryan is determined, and giving up and meaningless grief will not be his choice.

What belongs to you will eventually belong to you, no one can take it away, and no one can escape!

He was muttering along the way, not only to inspire himself, but also to anesthetize the faintly painful heart.

When I walked to the periphery of Beverly Hills, there were more and more pedestrians and vehicles. Occasionally, I could see cold drink shops and burger shops on the roadside. I moved to the sun and my croaking stomach, reminding Ryan that it was time to have lunch.

He just found a fast food restaurant facing the street. Ryan originally planned to buy a burger, but he searched all over his pockets. Apart from the check book he carried with him, he didn't find a credit card, but even a dollar.

These things have always been under George's control, and he usually uses almost no cash.

I seem to have a tendency to be a life idiot?

After making a self-deprecating statement, Ryan waved to the back, and after the bodyguard came over, he said, "John, have you brought cash?"

After taking the banknotes handed over by the bodyguard, Ryan asked for two chicken legs burgers and a cup of Coke, and walked towards the small park not far away with the bodyguard. After he and the bodyguard had a distance, the owner of the burger shop made a phone call as fast as possible.

This is Los Angeles, and people are everywhere who make extra money by informing and making news.

Sitting on a bench under the shade, Ryan took out a burger to solve the lunch problem. Although he didn't like this food in his two lives, he felt good when he ate it once every once in a while.

"You...you are..."

A young man passing by glanced at this side and stopped unconsciously, "You are Ryan!"

"Shh..." Ryan raised a finger at him.

"Hello, Ryan." The young man was calm and took the initiative to stretch out a hand.

"Hello!" Ryan gently held his hand, and saw that the other party had no intention of leaving, so he simply pointed to his side, "Please sit down! You are..."

"My name is Gene."

"It turned out to be Gene." The name seems very familiar.

After the other party sat down, he stared at the burger in surprise. Ryan didn't care at all, "Have you had lunch?"

"No." Gene shook his head.

"You're lucky enough." Ryan handed over the paper bag, "I'll treat you today, chicken leg burger... well, it's a little easier."

"No, no." The other party was obviously a generous person. He took out the burger and took a big bite. "If I send the message out, I don't know how many people would envy it."

"Are you a reporter?"

“Actually, I am the head of one of your supporters.”

After hearing the other party say this, Ryan gradually remembered something, "Jen... Oh, I remembered it, I heard Pat mention your name."

"Okay, to celebrate our chance encounter..." Ryan opened the paper bag, but Coke only had one cup. He was about to wave to the bodyguard behind him, but Gene next to him suddenly reminded, "Ryan, it seems... it seems like a reporter is coming."

It doesn’t seem that there are really reporters coming, and there seem to be quite a lot of people.

These guys have a really sensitive sense of smell!

Seeing the entertainment reporter, Ryan knew that he would have been recognized by many people along the way, and many of them would definitely inform the reporters and paparazzi.

However, he didn't care much. After all, the bodyguards were scattered around, so if these guys wanted to take pictures, they would take pictures.
Chapter completed!