Capítulo 103: **Chapter 103: Let Go of Me, You Bastard (Please Subscribe)**
That night, Gwyneth didn't come. The next day in Los Angeles was scorching hot, making Richard miss New York. According to Gisele on the phone, it was still pleasantly cool there.
Maybe it was the weather, or perhaps he missed Gisele. Today's audition didn't go well, and he missed a chance to be the lead actor. He felt a bit down.
He had no plans on the third day, so he trained at the boxing club while waiting for the next audition.
Around noon, Anthony came with news: New Cinema International's producer, Hoberg, wanted to talk to Richard about the lead role in "The Talented Mr. Ripley."
"Hasn't the lead already been decided? What's there to discuss?" Richard asked, wearing his boxing gloves.
"I don't know. They also invited Director Minghella. Are you going?" Anthony asked.
"Hmm, with Director Minghella there, it's worth a chat."
"Great! The meeting is at the Beverly Hills Hotel, not far from here."
"At a hotel? Are we going to sauna together? By the way, is the producer male or female?"
"Male."
"That's more like it."
Because of his good looks, Richard always worried about being taken advantage of, which was quite troubling.
"Is the company's agent recruitment over?"
"Yes, we've found two experienced agents who used to work at CAA. After Michael Ovitz, the former founder, left in '95, the company went through some changes. Not long after, many people were let go, including these two. They were freelancing but wanted something stable now that they're older. Seeing our BAA offers good benefits, they joined us."
Anthony smiled.
"How old are they?"
"Old Hall is 54, Stephen is 58."
"WTF, are you turning BAA into a retirement home?"
Richard laughed and cursed.
"Hehe, they may be old, but they're experienced and don't ask for high salaries. During our startup phase, we need such people. Later, when we hire newbies, they can help train them. Anyway, we can afford just two."
"Alright, it's your business."
Anthony stayed for a while before leaving. Richard continued his workout.
Around 4 PM, he changed clothes and went to the Beverly Hills Hotel. Located on the west end of Sunset Boulevard, it was just a short drive from his temporary residence at the Kimpton Hotel.
Following the address, Richard arrived at a top-tier suite on the hotel's top floor.
Click~
Before he could ring the bell, the door opened automatically.
A woman stood at the door, smiling with red lips, her golden hair styled elegantly, wearing full makeup and an off-the-shoulder white dress that showed her fair shoulders, ample chest, and long legs, like she was attending an award ceremony.
"Come in!"
"It's you?"
The woman was none other than Gwyneth.
"Afraid?"
Gwyneth smirked and turned to walk into the room.
Richard chuckled softly and strode in. There wasn't a place on earth he wouldn't dare to go.
The hotel room was luxuriously decorated, but Richard had no interest in looking around. He focused on the woman holding a glass of red wine.
"So, it was you who tricked me into coming here?"
"Want a drink?"
Gwyneth swirled the wine.
"No thanks. As a handsome guy, I need to learn to protect myself."
Richard smiled.
Gwyneth snorted. "Since you're here, it means you're ready to accept the rules. So why pretend?"
"Rules? I was told Producer Hoberg wanted to talk, and Director Minghella would be here too. Are they the ones setting the rules?"
Richard laughed.
"Cut the crap. Do you want the lead role? I can help you."
Gwyneth sat on the sofa, crossing her legs, her skirt sliding to the sides.
"You help me?"
Richard slowly walked over, staring at her. "How can you help me? You're just the leading lady. Your…" He wanted to say her role wasn't easy to come by, but held back out of consideration. Ah, I'm too soft-hearted.
"Never mind, I'm leaving. You stop playing around."
Richard waved his hand.
"Stop!"
Gwyneth stood up, stepping in front of him.
"With my connections, getting a lead role isn't hard. But you need to apologize to me, then please me. If I'm happy, I'll help you get the role. How about that?"
Gwyneth smiled slightly.
"Please you?"
Richard smiled, tapping her shoulder. "Dear Gwyneth, how should I please you?"
Gwyneth shivered, biting her lip. "Kneel down, slap yourself twenty times, and say you're sorry, you're a bastard, a wretched guy. Then I'll forgive you."
"Hahaha~ Gwyneth, are you delusional? I know you probably insulted me like that in your mind, but let me tell you, even if my legs were broken, I'd never kneel to anyone! You just don't understand me."
Richard shook his head.
"I can pay you!"
Gwyneth pulled out a check. "How about $100,000? I'll buy you for a night. Tonight, you're mine."
Richard smirked. "Lately, I've found making money surprisingly easy. Someone offered $100,000 for a fortune telling a few days ago, and today someone wants to pay $100,000 to sleep with me? If I'd known it was this easy, why did I struggle before?"
"So, you agree?"
"Keep dreaming!"
Richard pushed her shoulder and walked out.
"Stop, how about $200,000? $500,000? As a small-time boxer and actor, you won't make $500,000 in a lifetime. I'm offering you $500,000 because I value you. If you can please me, I might give you even more."
Gwyneth slapped a few checks on his chest.
Richard grabbed her arm, staring into her eyes. "Gwyneth, you like me and want to sleep with me, right?"
Gwyneth batted her long lashes and scoffed. "You're so shameless. Do you really think everyone likes you?
No, let me tell you, I don't like you. I despise you, a lowly born guy with no real abilities who only uses schemes and underhanded methods to climb into high society.
You're like David Shaw, the character you played. You're also like Tom Ripley, the role you want. You suit such roles because that's who you are: an ambitious, opportunistic man!
Richard Brad, I'm giving you a chance now. If you become my lover, I'll help you and provide many resources to make you a star. How about that?"
Richard squinted, smiling. "So, you do like me and want to sleep with me, right?"
"No, I pity you. I pity you for risking your life in the ring for a few thousand dollars, for being hungry and unable to afford college but still donating to the orphanage. I pity you, so I'm giving you this chance. And remember, it's me taking you, you're with me, not the other way around. Understand?!"
Gwyneth sneered.
"Is that so?"
Richard sighed.
"Yes, $500,000. Don't you want that much money? Richard Brad, drop your pride, get down, and please me. If I'm happy, I might give you even more."
Gwyneth smirked coldly.
"Is that so?"
Richard suddenly laughed. "So, you still want to sleep with me?"
"Yes, I want to take you. Last time, you dared push me away. I swore I'd make you suffer."
"Make me suffer?"
Richard chuckled, grabbing Gwyneth's legs and lifting her towards the luxurious bathroom.
"Ah~~, what are you doing? Let me go, you bastard!!"
"Stop struggling. You said so much to anger me and make me do something drastic. Your plan worked. Aren't you happy? Hehehe~"
Bang~
Richard slammed the bathroom door shut.
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Several hours later, deep into the night.
Leaving fifty cents by the bedside, Richard left the hotel.
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