Chapter 282: Chapter 282: On the Yacht—Talk About Movies
Not only were gangsters like Cohenheim and Patriarch Pritz shocked, but even the bodyguards on the roof looked surprised. They never expected that these fighters would actually open fire.
Looking at the shattered corpses downstairs and the cars burning with heavy smoke, it resembled a battlefield. Despite the shock, the bodyguards felt a surge of excitement. Working for such a boss made their efforts seem worthwhile.
The performance group, hearing the roar of planes and cannons, lay on the ground in fright, believing they were caught in a war zone. Once the commotion calmed, the team leader dared to peek outside and saw that the gangsters had fled, leaving behind dead bodies and wrecked cars.
"What happened?" the team leader asked the bodyguard.
"It was a fighter jet. Our security company sent it over to drive the gangsters away," the bodyguard said with pride.
The group was stunned. A fighter jet? What kind of boss did they have?
The bodyguard explained, "We have more than just bodyguards. HD Security also has fighter jets, tanks, and even warships."
The crowd was astounded. It felt like being part of a military operation.
Monroe's eyes sparkled with tears of relief. Despite the chaos, she felt secure knowing that Mr. Hardy had protected her. Her confidence in him grew immensely.
The next day, Monroe performed again, but the events of the previous day left her uneasy. Despite her warm smile and charismatic performance, it was clear that the joy was superficial.
After the show, Monroe was approached by two bodyguards who informed her that someone wanted to see her. Despite her reservations, her trust in the bodyguards led her to follow.
The convoy took Monroe to a beach pier where a grand yacht awaited. The yacht, over fifty meters long with three floors, was luxurious and impressive. Monroe was escorted aboard and led to the opulent cabin filled with expensive amenities.
Monroe settled into the comfortable sofa, and while waiting, she spotted a script clip on the table. Curious, she began reading. The comedy script, full of chase scenes, disguises, and humorous dialogues, captivated her. She was drawn to the plot and felt it was perfect for her.
Just as she was engrossed in the script, Hardy entered the cabin. Monroe, startled, quickly set the script aside.
"Mr. Hardy," she greeted nervously.
Hardy smiled and reassured her, "It's okay. That script is for you."
Monroe was elated. The script was a surprise from Hardy, and she felt incredibly fortunate.
"You've read it?" Hardy asked as he poured wine for both of them.
"Yes, I've seen it while waiting," Monroe replied, her excitement evident.
"How do you feel about it?" Hardy inquired.
Monroe's face lit up with enthusiasm. "The script is fantastic. It's a perfect comedy and will definitely become a classic. I don't know who wrote it, but it's brilliant."
"I wrote it," Hardy said, handing her a wine glass.
Monroe took the glass, her admiration for Hardy growing. She marveled at how one man could be so talented and accomplished.
As the yacht started moving, Monroe asked, "Mr. Hardy, where are we going?"
"Why? Are you scared?" Hardy teased.
Monroe blushed, recalling the events from the previous night. "I'm with Mr. Hardy, so there's nothing to fear."
"Good. We're heading to Houston," Hardy said.
"To Houston?" Monroe was surprised. The place had left her with unpleasant memories.
"Yes, we need to resolve some issues there. The journey will be long, so I thought we could chat about the script," Hardy suggested.
"Sure!" Monroe agreed eagerly.
The yacht sailed towards Houston, and Monroe and Hardy delved into discussing the script, their conversation marking the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.
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