From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

“… … Grab him, paparazzi trying to take pictures.”

Lucas stood at the door of the ward, looking at Harry's back as if he were a stray dog, and shouted loudly, not caring about disturbing the order of the hospital—

To be precise, the current strategy is to make things big, the bigger the better, and inevitably, it is still necessary to disturb the people and poke a hole in the sky.

Fortunately, Anson is located in the VIP ward, and each room has excellent sound insulation, which did not disturb the patients, but more nurses at the nurse station and staff who passed by unintentionally cast their eyes, and noticed the paparazzi running wildly in the hospital corridor at the first time.

Sizzle.

Harry was too hasty and too anxious, the footsteps and shouts behind him were chasing after him, and he was close at hand. In a panic, he slipped on the soles of his feet, and the whole person rushed out like a bowling ball, sliding all the way on the white tiles, completely losing control, and finally slammed into the wall, forcibly braking.

Not to mention Harry, even the onlookers couldn't help but grin.

But Harry didn't care at all, quickly stood up with both hands and feet, and even didn't have time to distinguish the direction, and rushed out on a random road.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

The footsteps approaching quickly behind him, from far to near, firmly grasped Harry's heart, running faster and faster, comparable to an Olympic 100-meter sprinter.

At the door of the ward, Lucas didn't chase after him, just stood at the door and kept stomping his feet, making a sound with the collision of his feet and the tiles. At the same time, he shouted hoarsely, calling the men in black suits to chase after him, watching Harry's figure disappear, and did not turn around immediately, with his hands folded on his chest, he kept watching the direction Harry left, exuding a cold aura that strangers should not approach.

The atmosphere, chaotic and tense.

The nurse approached quickly in fear, and after carefully asking for Lucas's consent, she entered the ward to check on the "frightened" Anson.

After a series of tests, the nurse left, and the gossip spread throughout Mount Sinai Hospital like wildfire:

The paparazzi were so bold that they sneaked into the ward to take pictures of Anson.

Anson was frightened, Lucas was furious, the incident of Anson's accidental injury on the set has not yet subsided, and the wave of entertainment to death has swept in again, even in the face of patients lying on the hospital bed whose condition is unknown, they are still ruthless.

Hollywood is indeed a place where people are eaten without spitting out bones.

For a time, people were panicked, sighing and sighing.

Lucas patiently put on a full show at the door, until the ward was quiet again, then he re-entered the ward and closed the door.

"So, what are you planning?"

Lucas walked to the head of the bed and glanced at the pills placed on the bedside table. This was what the nurse had just brought to Anson—

Phenobarbital.

Used for sedation, but at the same time, it can also inhibit breathing and circulation, and is addictive.

Lucas quietly put the pills into his pocket.

Anson noticed and gave Lucas a speechless look.

Lucas looked back very calmly, "Why did you let him go?"

Things, slightly off track.

The original plan was to lure the snake out of its hole and invite the king into the urn, and catch him on the spot. No matter how Harry quibbled, just search his camera, and you should be able to find evidence—

The truth will come out.

However, Anson didn't do this, but allowed Harry to leave.

Lucas was slightly surprised. Although confused and puzzled, in a flash of lightning, Lucas decided to cooperate in the performance and staged a good show.

That is, in a short period of time, Lucas grasped the context of the matter, reacted promptly, and tried to make noise as much as possible without knowing Anson's plan.

In this way, no matter what Anson's plan is, Lucas can also have a bottom-line plan—

Even if Anson is willing to let Harry go, Lucas is not willing.

"Don't tell me, you were persuaded by his sweet words. Although I am not a prosecutor, his words have no credibility. We need to consider the credibility of the witnesses."

Lucas complained blankly.

This made Anson couldn't help but chuckle, "Thanks for the cooperation."

Lucas, "What if I didn't cooperate just now and insisted on keeping him?"

Anson, "It's the same effect. To be honest, I was still looking forward to you using force, and then we staged a Colombian soap opera here."

Lucas:… … "So, what are you planning?"

After going around in a circle, Lucas still went back.

Anson smiled dumbly, "I just suddenly thought that I can't be sure for the time being whether there are photos of the set in his camera. If not, it may be in his computer or the darkroom at home. In short, if we can't catch him red-handed, we may need the New York police to apply for a search warrant."

"You know how troublesome things are."

"Even if we catch him red-handed, what will be the outcome?"

Harry may become famous in one battle, not only will his career not be hindered, but he will be able to rise to the top.

Absurd?

Indeed, but this is reality.

Lucas looked at Anson, with a trace of contemplation in his eyes.

Anson continued, "To take a step back, to sanction him through legal means, tens of thousands of dollars or seven hundred and twenty hours of community service, these are all painless; or, you beat him hard, and if he is seriously injured and hospitalized, it will win him sympathy and earn some eyeballs again."

"Lucas, do you know how to hurt someone?"

"Take away what he cares about most. Some people care about money, some people care about reputation, some people care about family, some people care about life. Everyone cares about different things. Only by taking away what he cares about most can you really hurt him."

Behind the calm, candid, and unruffled words, you can feel the scars.

Not anger, not hatred, but the vicissitudes of life after washing away the lead.

Lucas quietly stared at Anson, the light flickering in his deep eyes was quiet and sad.

Anson noticed and turned his eyes away in embarrassment, "What, do you think I'm particularly scary?"

Lucas, "No."

Anson was very surprised and turned his head to look at Lucas again.

Lucas, "Anson, please remember, you are my brother, I will never think you are scary."

Anson's eyes warmed, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, "Ha. Ha. Lucas, be careful what you say."

Lucas didn't mind, "On the contrary, I'm happy for you. My brother has grown up and is no longer a fledgling that needs my strict protection. He knows how to fight back, he knows how to protect himself."

"Although I hope you never need to learn these things, because you don't need to face these things, but since you choose to go to Hollywood, you will eventually need to grow up."

"So, what's the strategy in your mind, how are you going to hurt him?"