Chapter 654 Venting the Little Punk Princess
“You...are you?”
The cornhead even forgot about the bleeding from his head and stared blankly at these dozen burly men in suits.
Little Gilbert ignored them and waved to Avril Lavigne: "Vivian, come here."
Avril Lavigne was smiling brightly, flying like a rabbit that escaped. Run to little Gilbert. Then she threw herself into his arms like a swallow in the forest, and her white and tender legs directly hooked around little Gilbert's waist.
The few strong men who were surrounded were dumbfounded and did not dare to stop him at all.
Feeling Avril Lavigne slipping, little Gilbert held her hips with his hands.
And because she was wearing a short skirt, little Gilbert's big hands directly came into contact with her buttocks, which were not too big but were still very upright and smooth.
Avril Lavigne rolled her eyes at little Gilbert, then closed her eyes and gave her a sweet kiss.
So under the witness of the whole audience, the little punk princess and the great Hollywood director Little Gilbert staged a sexy scene. Someone has already taken out a mobile phone to take a picture. Although the pixels are not enough, it is still clear.
Needless to say, this will probably be the headline of tomorrow's gossip entertainment news.
But don’t be surprised. The fact that little Gilbert can accompany Avril Lavigne to attend the Grammys proves that the relationship between the two is extraordinary.
Little Gilbert found that Avril Lavigne’s kissing skills were very jerky, probably because she didn’t have much experience.
So as a veteran, he guided Avril Lavigne. The little punk princess learned at an amazing speed and quickly completed the chase and material exchange in a limited space.
After some kissing, the inexperienced Avril Lavigne was out of breath.
"Okay, you come down first, we should go." Little Gilbert patted Avril Lavigne's little head.
At this time, Avril Lavigne seemed extremely well-behaved, completely different from the little punk princess who had just confronted the gangster. She snuggled into little Gilbert's arms, enjoying the sense of security he brought.
Little Gilbert waved, and Eminem came over.
"Do the police usually take care of things like this?"
Before Eminem could answer, the bar manager who had followed him quickly explained: "Well, sir, you also You know, usually we won’t call the police unless something serious happens.”
"Oh?" Little Gilbert's eyes narrowed: "So if I hadn't appeared today, wouldn't Vivian have been tainted by these gangsters?"
The bar manager said coquettishly: "I wouldn't dare. , after all, our regular customers are all well-known public figures. If there is a safety problem, who would dare to come?
I have. I called the bar security, it’s just that you acted faster.”
This is a fair statement, Eminem echoed: “He is right, it is usually like this.”
Little Gilbert took one look at the bar environment, called to the assistant who followed him, signed a check, and patted the bar manager on the chest.
"Tell your boss, this bar has changed its owner."
"Hey, this...isn't..."
The bar manager was confused, and it was the first time he experienced being hit with money. taste.
Before he could say anything more, little Gilbert had already walked to the center of the stage and motioned for everyone to be quiet.
“Everyone, from now on, I am the owner of this bar. Due to business needs, the bar needs to be renovated and cannot be opened today. Please leave first. Thank you everyone.
We will notify everyone of the opening time. Free drinks for the first three days. I’ll treat you..."
Little Gilbert’s arrogance certainly aroused cheers from the customers who were still in the bar. I watched another one today. It was a lively place and there was a chance to drink for free, so it was worth it.
So the customers all evacuated, leaving little Gilbert alone in the bar. The escorts, the strong black men who teased Avril Lavigne, as well as the bar manager and staff.
Little Gilbert nodded to the security chief, took Avril Lavigne and sat down at the bar. The bartender made himself a drink
Eminem was a little embarrassed, wondering whether to leave.
Little Gilbert stopped him: "Sit down and drink together, and bear witness to me."
Eminem didn't know why, so he sat down first. Anyway, he should be fine.
The bodyguard leader Lane used to be from the Secret Service, protecting the gentlemen in Washington. Later, Little Gilbert hired him with a high salary. He also has a scar on his face, so his smile is particularly ferocious.
I saw Renn smiling ferociously at a few trembling black gangsters: "Guys, my boss has a task for you, smash this bar for me." Several black gangsters directly He knelt down and kept begging for mercy and begging to be let go.
But how could Renne do what they wanted: "Smash it for me. If you don't, I will smash it for you."
Under Renne's coercion, several black gangsters had to start smashing things. They were cautious at first, but Ren kept shouting.
"Hurry up, haven't you eaten yet?"
"My grandma can beat you faster than you."
"Whoever beats slower, I will take off my clothes." His clothes made him go naked on the Walk of Fame."
Just like that, a few black gangsters smashed more and more things, and the good bar suddenly became a mess and no longer looked like before.
The bar manager looked heartbroken, and the staff in the bar were also dumbfounded. What kind of number is this? Never seen it! Do all the big shots in Hollywood have such special hobbies?
Avril Lavigne knew that little Gilbert was venting his anger on her, and she felt particularly happy.
The energy of her punk little princess came up, and she excitedly said to little Gilbert: "Can I also smash it?"
Little Gilbert nodded slightly: "Of course. Yes, but be careful. ”
"Don't worry!" Avril Lavigne happily went to smash things.
This girl is full of destructive desires, but she doesn't usually have the chance to smash up a bar. Having little Gilbert here today is quite enjoyable.
Eminem looked confused, and he asked little Gilbert: "Sir, what do you mean?"
Little Gilbert didn't say anything, and gestured to hold a hand not far away. A man with a calculator and a notebook is keeping accounts and mumbling something.
Eminem went over to take a look and immediately fainted.
The glass on it is worth five hundred dollars. After these gangsters finish smashing it, the contents of the notebook are estimated to be worth several million dollars.
If these gangsters were to pay compensation for these millions of dollars, they would probably not be able to pay it back until the next life!
Eminem shuddered after reading the contents of the notebook, thinking that he would never offend little Gilbert in the future. This man was evil-minded, and if he offended him, he would end up very miserable.
After half an hour of intense labor, everything that could be smashed in the bar was smashed.
Little Gilbert also lost interest in watching and said to the bar manager: "Someone will come to talk to you tomorrow and take care of it."
The bar manager nodded blankly, completely stunned.
"Let's go," little Gilbert took Avril Lavigne's hand and walked out of the bar, followed by Eminem.
The bodyguard leader Renn took a look at the accounting notebook and said to several panting gangsters: "You have damaged the property in the store in total, totaling 2.83 million US dollars.
Deducting medical expenses, You owe this bar a total of 2.8 million U.S. dollars. Remember to sign and fingerprint, and I will come to you every month to collect the debt."
The gangsters were frightened, and the cornhead gangster's voice sounded like tears.
"No, you asked us to smash things, why do you want us to pay for it?"
Ren said indifferently: "Then try it if you don't smash things.
Someone, bring them all Send it back, remember to ask them to sign it.”
A few gangsters cursed, but to no avail, and were taken away by the bodyguards. Ren also said to himself: "Who told you to mess with the boss? You will not be able to pay back the money in eight lifetimes."
If the Cornhead gang knew this result, they would probably never dare to mess with Avril Lavigne again. Lavigne.
The lights were dim at the time, but who knew it was actually a punk princess. Forget it, she is still little Gilbert's woman. Can they offend someone like little Gilbert?
After these gangsters were taken out, a bodyguard asked Renn: "Renn, can they pay back so much money?"
"Repay it? Can they pay it back? There's something wrong." Renn shrugged and said, "The boss is just venting his anger on our little punk princess."
The bodyguard who asked the question tilted his head. It turns out that rich people have such a unique way of coaxing women. Learned, but also useless.
(End of this chapter)