"I'm going to return the call." Ben's expression changed slightly, he got up and walked to the study.

"Juliana, this is Ben..." Ben dialed the familiar number.

"Ben, how are you doing lately?" Juliana's light laughter came.

"Very good, is something wrong?" Ben said.

"I saw the newspaper."

"So what?"

"Maybe you have other plans? If it's as I guess, I hope you won't forget the happy time in Morgan."

"Boss is in good health, thank you for your concern." Ben frowned, he could understand what the other party meant.

"Ben, people always have to think more about themselves." Juliana continued.

"I'm fine, that's it." Ben said and was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait..." Juliana breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't hear the disconnection sound, "Ben, everyone can guess Li's situation. Don't deceive yourself. If...

I mean, if Morgan can give you the most generous reward, believe me."

Pa~~

After hanging up the phone, Ben turned and stood in front of the window to look at the rising morning sun. The ever-changing expression on his face was enough to show how unpeaceful he felt inside.

A pair of arms went around his armpits to soothe his restless body and mind. Joanna pressed her face against Ben's back and whispered: "I love you, my dear."

"I love you too, Joanna." Ben responded affectionately.

"My life is very peaceful now. I like this kind of life, and I think he (she) will also like it." Joanna opened her arms and gently pressed her belly with her palms, her face shining with a motherly light.

"...Honey, you, are you pregnant?" Ben asked in surprise.

When he saw Qiao Na'an nodding and snickering, a surge of ecstasy surged into his heart. Ben Zhen shouted and wanted to pick up his wife, but he retracted his hands the moment he touched her, for fear that something bad would happen to him because of his recklessness.

, dancing excitedly, not knowing what to do.

"You're going to be a dad, my dear, hee hee..." Qiao Na'an pursed her lips and chuckled.

"Dad, I'm going to be a dad, I'm going to be a dad, haha..." Laughter and joy sweep away the worries in my heart.

After Joanna took a sleepy nap, Ben calmed down a little. He lay on the bed and looked at his wife who was sleeping soundly next to him, his heart filled with soft love and pride.

"Boss, you must get through it!" Ben said silently in his heart.

The fleeting "greed" deep in his heart was crushed to pieces. He knew that if something happened to Li Zitao, he who controlled all the properties would be the target of public criticism.

Even if he doesn't want to, he will be caught in the whirlpool involuntarily. Both his own people and those prying eyes will be watching his every move.

As all parties draw together, threats will follow, and the stable and peaceful life will be shattered.

If some thoughts flashed through Li Zitao's mind when he was first shot, now he just begs Li Zitao to escape danger and return safely.

The golden sunshine covered the earth, and a busy day in Hollywood began again. Bergman, who was responsible for selecting the design plan of the Star Theater, looked haggard and sat in his chair absentmindedly.

"Miss Bergman, these are the three plans that were finally selected. We all agree that Plan 3 is better...Bergman." Elmo pushed the distracted Bergman.

"Ah?" Bergman blinked blankly, and then he remembered that he was in a meeting.

Looking down at the three designs in his hand, Bergman forced himself to focus on what was in front of him and said, "Hold it for me."

After handing the three design drawings to others to pick up, Bergman stepped back and looked at them carefully. After a while, he nodded and said: "It seems that we have made the same choice, Plan No. 3."

"Okay, let someone contact the other party now. The workers will arrive tomorrow. I hope you can hear the roar of the machine by then." Aimo ordered decisively.

The heads of various departments of the Chamber of Commerce and the Foundation dispersed, and Bergman's expression returned to gloomy and depressed, and he lay weakly on the table.

"Elmo, I want to go to Chicago." Bergman murmured.

"Bergman, there are many people taking care of the boss. I think what he needs most now is decision-makers who can help him continue to implement various plans.

Rather than a woman who stays by his side, washes clothes and delivers meals, cares about him, and cries and acts coquettishly."

"I know, but I'm worried... I miss him very much." Bergman glanced at Elmo sadly, 'This woman doesn't look like a woman at all.'

"I think the boss misses you too." Aimo said calmly.

"Huh..." Facing that expressionless face, Bergman thought it would be better not to listen to her 'comfort' anymore: "Let's go and see the Avenue of Stars."

The Avenue of Stars is in the planning and surveying stage. Tomorrow, 4,000 workers will be dispatched to Hollywood to be responsible for the construction of the Star Theater and the Avenue of Stars.

"Ha, isn't this Miss Ingrid Bergman? Judging from your expression, are you going to attend a funeral?" As soon as he walked out of the door, Bergman heard Meyer's harsh sarcasm.

"Mr. Meyer, your mouth is like the shit dropped by a stray wild dog. Please stay away from me. Although I like puppies, I also hate dog shit."

Bergman used to be a taciturn, shy boy who liked to stay by himself and 'converse' with the imaginary characters in his mind.

But ever since he experienced the "crazy graduation trip" in Chicago and then made up his mind to come to Hollywood, the good boy has built a strong wall in his heart.

Now, this wall is still entangled with thorny thorns.

"You..." Louis stared at her with an ugly expression, and Bergman stared back without any sign of weakness, "What are you looking at, you stinking piece of shit."

This fat, ugly, arrogant and rude old man to women dared to curse her lover. Thinking of this, the thorns on Bergman's spiritual fortress seemed to be escaping from the cage, entangled to form a prison cell, and strangled him to death.

Among the thorns.

"Bitch with sharp teeth, don't think that you can do whatever you want in Hollywood with a yellow-skinned pig. I am the master here. One day, I will make you cry and beg me."

Meyer sneered and closed the car door. He glanced up and down at Bergman's perfect body. An evil light bloomed in his eyes and he walked away with an evil smile.

"Go to hell, fat pig!" Bergman waved his fist angrily at the car as it left.

"Bergman, you are wasting your energy. The best way to attack your enemy is to take away what he is most proud of and watch him kneel in front of you crying and begging..."

Turning to look at the indifferent Elmo, Bergman suddenly felt a chill from her body, 'It must be a terrible thing to offend such a woman.'

While she was thinking about the various "cold-blooded pasts" that might have happened to Elmo, Bergman looked up and found that she was gathering the people around her.

"What is she doing?" Bergman approached curiously.

"Anyone who is willing to leave their name to testify will be given $200 in cash per person." Elmo held a notebook in one hand and took out thousands of dollars in cash from his bag with the other hand.

"I do." A man who was dressed in shabby clothes and could only do a side job in the past raised his hand and squeezed next to Elmo.

"Then write as I say, I swear in the name of God, what I say...Mr. Louis Meyer publicly insulted...

"A yellow-skinned pig" is a highly racist statement...

All the above are facts, I have seen them with my own eyes and heard them with my own ears...

The address where the incident occurred was...the time of the incident was...signed and stamped..."

Seeing Elmo calmly putting the transcripts and certificates back into his bag, Bergman hid back in fear and couldn't help but shudder.

When Elmo came to the Hollywood Police Department, made a donation of US$2,000, and received a "record certificate" from the traffic police on duty, Bergman suddenly wanted to observe three seconds of silence for Meyer.

"These can only get him into trouble, but it's not enough." After coming out of the police station, Elmo said to her with a smile: "It's your turn next, Miss Bergman."

"???" Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do??

The car stopped at the entrance of the Rovers Hotel. Bergman followed Elmo's finger and saw Mr. Robin Hood sitting by the window drinking.

"What do you need me to do?" Bergman didn't think she wanted to seduce Robin Hood herself, unless she wanted to lose her job now.

"Douglas Fairbanks, the uncrowned king of contemporary Hollywood actors, has connections in every major company,

He is also very popular among the Screen Actors Guild, respected by everyone on and off the stage, and in the eyes of the audience, he is a handsome and unrestrained Hollywood superstar with huge influence."

"I know everything you said, what next?" Bergman blinked.

"You want to talk about his relationship with Louis?" Elmo smiled mysteriously.

"Of course, everyone knows that Fairbanks and that damn old man are inseparable. His college president was won by Meyer for him... even though he is very prestigious in his own right."

"Perhaps you forgot to mention the woman that little Douglas fell in love with."

"You mean Joan Crawford?" The news has long spread throughout Hollywood, and everyone knows that little Douglas did not hesitate to fall out with his father because of her and ran away with her.

"Want to hear why Douglas firmly opposed it?" Elmo had a strange expression, which made Bergman feel a little bewildered.

"Is Joan Crawford related to that dead fat pig?" Bergman asked with bright eyes.

"She is a frequent visitor to Meyer's office. Of course, she always likes to lie on the desk or kneel in front of the chair?" Elmo said with a frivolous brow and a disdainful tone.

"Elmo..." Bergman didn't know what to say.

"And the relationship between the two of them has been broken before. Thanks to the boss, now is the best time to win over him."

Elmo's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his eyes were staring brightly at Douglas on the other side of the car window, as if he would be in the palm of his hand in the next second.

Elmo, who had experienced contempt, helplessness, ridicule and isolation, made up his mind when he stepped out of the Royal Bar Group, which everyone yearned for and represented the noble honor.
Chapter completed!