Chapter 1009 Regardless
The air is cold, the muscles are stiff, and I can't even turn my head, but I can feel the eyes intersecting and all kinds of thoughts surging in my mind.
John Quinn was completely caught off guard when he was killed, but he still showed that he had experienced countless storms and waves and shrugged lightly.
“Well, it looks like someone had a nervous breakdown in front of a real Hollywood star, and I better check asap to see if the company’s health insurance covers the psychiatrist.”
Light and humorous , between self-mockery, he quietly gave Brad Pitt a high hat and quickly pulled back the derailed scene.
And, silky smooth.
"I'd better go over and confirm the situation. Before things slide further into darkness, why don't we take a three-minute break. I guess one meditation should be enough to solve the problem."
Woothy and relaxed control Not only did he find a perfect reason for his departure, but more importantly, John wisely left space for Brad Pitt to communicate with his agent.
Whether it is a serious discussion or a violent outburst, leave space for them anyway. John refuses to stay here stupidly and become a stumbling block or a punching bag.
Win several birds with one stone.
Then, John was able to escape and left the conference room. He looked around and saw Lucas standing at the elevator door. He could no longer suppress his anger and walked faster and faster in the direction of Lucas. quick.
Like an active volcano erupting.
The remaining reason controlled him, and John did not completely explode. After all, this is not San Francisco, and it is not their own company territory. There is no need to expose their internal conflicts in front of outsiders.
But this kind of control has almost exhausted all his control power.
Take a deep breath, and it seems that you can hear the sound of boiling anger above your eardrums. John still noticed that Lucas seemed a little strange——
Lucas kept pressing the elevator button, knowing that pressing it a few more times would still have the same effect, but Lucas continued to press it uncontrollably.
So, isn’t all this a desperate attempt to polish Brad Pitt’s arrogance? Was Lucas's hasty exit from the conference room purely personal?
Wow!
The string of reason in John's mind broke, "Lucas, what on earth are you doing? Do you know what the hell you are doing? Even if your mother dies, you must give I will talk about this case obediently..."
The words were suddenly cut off.
Lucas, who had always been indifferent, turned his head and looked over. His calm eyes were as bottomless as the vast ocean. There was no surge of emotion at all, but he suddenly grabbed John's throat and burst out with murderous intent without warning. , giving John a chill in his heart.
The roar above the eardrums disappeared without a trace.
John had never seen Lucas like this.
The world is quiet.
Lucas finally got a chance, "My brother was injured and entered the hospital. I need to go to the hospital now."
He explained the situation in just one sentence, but his heart was still curled up so hard that he could hardly breathe. He had to use all his rationality to barely control himself.
Lucas barely grasped a glimmer of reason, "As for here, there is no need to worry, it's just Brad Pitt..."
John immediately realized his embarrassment. There was nothing to hide from Cass's condescending gaze, and he interrupted Lucas angrily.
"Just one?"
"Huh. How many Brad Pitts do you think there are in Hollywood? Don't think that your brother is also a Hollywood actor, so you think you are arrogant and not casual. Any cat or dog can be called a Hollywood actor.”
"One hundred of your brothers are not worth one Brad Pitt."
Taking a deep breath, John took a step forward and almost grabbed Lucas by the collar and punched him twice. But he still managed to control himself.
"God damn it, Lucas Wood, do you know what you're doing? This is our chance, a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get into Hollywood."
"I know those Hollywood guys The idiots are just superficial and empty-headed, and discussing work with them is simply insulting their IQ, but the checks in their hands are real, and any check can be worth seven figures."
"Once you cooperate with us, we will have the final say. If you don't make such stupid money, you will be just like them. You don't have a clear mind and don't know what you are doing, wasting such an opportunity." "We can make you a partner, but we can also work together to kick you out. Have you forgotten what you relied on to become a partner?"
"No matter what happens to your brother..."
The more John spoke, the more excited he became. Without realizing it, he accidentally raised his voice. His face was red, his ears were red, his veins were protruding, and his whole body looked ugly. Hateful, but completely unaware of his own ugliness.
Until——
Ding.
The elevator door opened, interrupting the conversation, and John watched helplessly as Lucas entered the elevator, only then realizing that he had lost control of his voice.
John quickly controlled the volume, looked left and right, worried that he would be seen, but had no time to take a closer look. He just wanted to solve the matter as soon as possible. When he turned around and came back, he saw that Lucas was already standing In the elevator.
Still calm.
In the past, they had been joking that Lucas had facial nerve disorder and had no expression no matter what happened; but now looking at Lucas's completely expressionless face, chills came from the bottom of his heart.
Everything happened so fast. John couldn't keep up with Lucas' rhythm and didn't know what was happening. It was rare to see him showing a panicked look.
"Leave? Are you going to leave?"
"Fuck!"
"If you leave... do you know what it means if you leave now?"
Originally, Luca What Si wants to say is that Brad Pitt has actually taken the bait. Even if he leaves now, Brad will still follow the clues and come to his door. There is really no need for John to make such a fuss.
But now, Lucas doesn't want to explain, and he doesn't have the energy to explain anymore.
"Yeah." Lucas nodded slightly.
John was stunned and didn’t react. What was Lucas talking about?
In this brief moment of confusion, the elevator door slowly closed.
Unexpectedly...just like this...slowly closing...
John's brain stopped and he didn't know how to react for a moment. Subconsciously, John raised his hand to block the elevator door, trying to stop it. Lucas.
"Lucas Wood, you know you..."
However, before he could finish his words, Lucas interrupted bluntly, "Get out of here."
John's eyes widened. , suspicious ears, "What did you say?"
Lucas repeated it word for word, "Get out."
John was stunned, He didn't realize that he actually let go obediently, watching helplessly as the elevator door closed completely and Lucas disappeared.
John: Huh?
Lucas is giving up his burden right under his nose? Lucas pointed at his nose and cursed?
So, Lucas slapped him hard on the face just now, otherwise, why was his cheek so hot and so painful?
As soon as he turned around, John could see that all the figures in the work cubicle shrank back like moles. After a brief commotion, they regained their composure, as if nothing had happened.
However, that calmness spread, seeming to be laughing at John's embarrassment.
My cheek actually hurt even more.
(End of this chapter)