"Hison, I really don't have time, and I have an interview tomorrow. I need to be in my best condition," Lapore said.
Hison's tone suddenly turned unpleasant. "Lapore, are you sure you want to refuse my request?"
Lapore's expression was a little ugly. After all, if she fell out with Hison, Hison would directly freeze her and cut off her path of retreat. Then, her life would become very difficult.
After all, Hison had arranged all of her jobs.
If Hison didn't arrange a job for her, Lapore would have nothing to eat in ten days.
"Hison, I really can't go."
"Then forget it." Hison's tone became cold.
Lapore knew that the situation was not good.
If she fell out with Hison, she would have to change an agent.
But she was the weaker party. Changing an agent meant that she would have to start all over again.
If she was a famous model or artist, many agencies would be willing to sign her.
But for an unknown model like Lapore, there were too many beautiful women in Los Angeles who could replace her.
Even if she jumped down from the tallest building in Los Angeles, she wouldn't be on the entertainment news. She would most likely be on the social news.
Moreover, she was not in the best stage of development.
The best stage of development for a model was between 13 and 16 years old.
The golden age for a model was between 20 and 25 years old, which was even shorter than the professional lifespan of an athlete.
Lapore had been a model since she was a teenager, and she was now 22 years old.
If she had to start all over again, her career would probably be greatly affected.
After all, other modeling agencies would rather sign new models, who were younger and had more development potential, than sign older models like Lapour, who had no reputation at all.
"Wait … I'll go. Send me the address." Lapore had no choice but to compromise.
"That's a good girl. You're not young anymore. You should find a way out for yourself."
Lapore was indignant, but she had no other choice.
However, if she went alone, she would definitely be sending herself into a tiger's mouth.
But who should she find to go with her?
After thinking for a while, Lapore suddenly thought of someone.
Chen Zhao! He seemed to be a good candidate.
But she didn't know if he would be willing to help her.
Lapore decided to give it a try. She dialed Chen Zhao's phone number.
"Hello, teacher, I'm Raphael."
"What is it? Are you going to pay me back? "
"No." Raphael curled his lips. Does this guy only remember that I owe him money?
"Then what is it?"
"Teacher, I have a party and I need a male companion."
"Not interested. Go find a boy yourself. There should be many boys in school who would be willing to be your partner."
Chen Zhao rejected her decisively. In America, which was a country that advocated freedom, teacher-student relationships were taboo.
Even if both parties were adults, a teacher-student relationship was not allowed.
This was because the United States had a rule called the taboo of power.
For example, between a student and a teacher, the teacher would be the one with the power, while the student would be the one being dominated and threatened.
Therefore, if a teacher-student relationship was exposed, the lightest punishment would be investigation and punishment by the school. If it was more serious, the school might even prosecute them.
Chen Zhao didn't want to lose his reputation just to get Bohr.
"Teacher, I really need help. I have to go to that party, but it's not safe for me to go alone."
"What party?" Chen Zhao frowned.
"A party organized by my manager," Raphael said.
"In other words, I only need to protect you from being harassed by those people?"
"Yes," Raphael answered.
"Okay, where are you now?" Chen Zhao thought about it. Since Raphael really needed help, he had to help as a teacher.
"I'm at home."
After saying goodbye to Fali, Chen Zhao left.
Chen Zhao drove to Raphael's house.
Raphael's house was a small villa in a high-end neighborhood. The monthly rent was probably a few thousand dollars.
A while later, Raphael came out. Seeing Chen Zhao's car, his face turned purple.
Chen Zhao drove his rural pickup truck.
"Teacher, is this your car?"
"Yes."
"Don't you have any other cars?"
"Yes, it's not convenient," Chen Zhao replied. After all, he had two other cars at home. One was a sports car. Ever since Fali got pregnant, it had been rusting in the garage.
Fali usually drove a small truck when she went out. The space inside a sports car wasn't suitable for a pregnant woman.
Chen Zhao didn't like to drive sports cars either. He preferred driving a small truck.
The other one was an RV, which would be too conspicuous if he drove it out.
Unless a family went somewhere to play, they wouldn't drive an RV out.
"Teacher, your car can't even get past the security guards of the manor," Raphael said helplessly.
She'd heard that the party was in Beverly Hills.
"Are you going to get in my car or not?"
"Never mind." Raphael could only sit in Chen Zhao's car.
When they reached the manor, she thought, I'll just have Chen Zhao park the car at the entrance.
Raphael only felt that Chen Zhao's driving was steady.
The speed was neither fast nor slow. It was so steady that there weren't any bumps.
Moreover, Chen Zhao followed all the traffic rules. This was completely different from the American people.
Most of the citizens of the United States played the role of traffic rule breakers.
As for drunk driving, it was a common occurrence.
In the United States, the number of traffic accidents caused by drunk drivers was ten times that in China.
Of course, this was also because America had many cars.
"Teacher, you must be a boring person."
"Why do you say that?"
"I can see your personality from the way you drive. You don't have any adventurous spirit. Your daily life must be calm too. You have a good job and live your life peacefully."
"Really?" Chen Zhao always felt that traffic rules should be followed.
In accidents caused by breaking traffic rules, it wasn't the person who was hurt the most. It was the other person.
Chen Zhao didn't think that he was good at driving.
Even if he drove a hundred kilometers and crashed into a wall, he might not be hurt.
But if he crashed into someone or another car, it was almost murder.
A while later, the two arrived at Beverly Hills.
"What's the address?" Chen Zhao asked.
Raphael gave him the address. "Here."
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