Painstakingly waiting was rewarded! Compared to the scene in front of them, hiding in the grass and enduring mosquito bites was nothing! Watching Twain open the car door and get into the car, the reporters had already begun calling for the taxi they had booked.
They did not know where Twain and Gloria were going, but everyone hoped that they would go out to eat, go to the bar to drink to their heart's content, and then go to a hotel to have sex after getting drunk. Then let them take photos and publish them in the newspapers, on television, and on the Internet. At that time, it would be useless to see Twain's expression even if he cursed.
The paparazzi looked forward to it and called for a taxi to follow the yellow Fiat.
At the same time, Twain, who was sitting in the car, calmed down a little. Perhaps it was because he did not want to show his true feelings in front of Gloria.
"Actually, I'm very curious, Mr. Twain. Who could make you so anxious to go out and meet them at this time? "Gloria chatted with Twain as she drove.
"Uh …" Twain did not know how to answer Gloria.
Gloria was a smart woman. There were two kinds of smart women. One liked to use their intelligence to be aggressive and intimidating. The other knew when to be smart and when to play dumb.
"I think it should be someone who was affected by the 'scandal' between the two of us," Gloria said with a smile.
Twain coughed twice to indicate his tacit agreement.
"I'm really sorry." Gloria apologized again.
"Actually, it's not what you think," Twain said. "But I can't tell exactly what it is."
The car suddenly fell silent. Gloria pointed to the car stereo. "Would you like to listen to some music, Mr. Twain?"
Twain shook his head. "No, thank you." He turned his head to look out the window. Suddenly, he noticed the few cars that kept appearing repeatedly in the mirror and laughed.
"Miss Gloria."
"Yes?"
"I think there might be more explosive news published tomorrow."
Gloria glanced at the rearview mirror and said nonchalantly, "Let them be."
"It's always you who apologizes to me. I think I should also apologize to you. This matter must have brought trouble to your life, right?" Twain said sincerely.
Unexpectedly, Gloria shook her head with a smile. "I really hope to bring trouble to my life. Unfortunately, there's nothing."
"Uh, are you … still single?"
"Is this considered a pursuit?" Gloria turned to look at Twain and winked at him.
Both of them laughed.
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When the car reached its destination, Tang En got off and Gloria asked him, "Do I need to wait for you?"
Twain looked at the "things" hidden in the darkness and shook his head, "No, thank you, Miss Gloria …"
"Call me Chris." Gloria winked. "Give her my regards when you see her. If there's any trouble, I can explain it to her myself. "
Tang En noticed that Gloria had said "she." He smiled. "I will. I will tell her what a good person you are."
"Goodbye, Mr. Twain. Good luck."
"Goodbye, Chris …"
Twain waved his hand and watched Chris drive away. He looked at the darkness again. Sorry to disappoint you!
The paparazzi were indeed disappointed. They had thought they could see a night of passion between the two. They came to the hotel, but they did not both get out of the car and go in to get a room. Instead, they said goodbye at the door and went their separate ways!
What the hell was this?
Twain did not care about the feelings of the group of paparazzi. He passed through the main building and went straight to the podium building at the back. This was the venue of the CD new product launch. The parking lot outside was full of all kinds of luxury cars. It could be seen that the people who could attend the launch were not ordinary people.
So, when Twain was blocked by the security guard at the door, it was a normal thing.
"Ah, tickets?" Looking at the expressionless security guard, Twain asked a very unprofessional question. He was even more unprofessional as he looked around for the ticket office. "Where are the tickets?"
"Please show me your invitation."
Twain had come to look for someone on a whim. How could he have an invitation? He patted his pocket. "No."
"I'm sorry, sir. I can't let you in."
"I'm just looking for someone …" Twain wanted to go in but was stopped.
"Only those with an invitation are allowed to enter."
Twain looked at the dark door and poked his head out to look, but he could not see anything. He looked at the two cold security guards again and knew that it was probably impossible to force his way in. He glared at the two "door gods" unwillingly, looked at the door, and turned to walk away.
Was he giving up?
Of course not.
He walked in circles around the building, trying to find the back door.
He did find the back door. There were also some cars parked there, but it was clearly not as luxurious as the ones at the front door.
As he walked in circles, Twain understood one thing. That was, the idea of looking for Shania from the front was stupid. It was definitely not for models to enter and exit. There had to be a back door that led directly to the backstage of the stage.
Now that he had found it, it was a pity that the door was locked from the inside.
He pushed it, but it did not budge. He pulled, but it did not budge. He knocked on the door, but no one answered.
Twain was at his wit's end now. He could not enter from the front door, nor could he enter from the back door. But he did not intend to give up.
The new product launch will end eventually. I'll wait here, wait for you to come out! Little girl!
It just so happened that it was an air vent here, and the Milan night wind was still a little chilly. He could only turn up the collar of his jacket and find a corner to squat down.
When Twain was feeling dizzy from squatting, a bright light shone over.
"Who is it?"
The glaring flashlight shone directly into Twain's eyes, making him unable to see anything. He could only squint his eyes as much as possible and use his hands to shield them. This posture did not look like that of a good person …
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?!" When the other party asked, the flashlight kept shining into Twain's eyes. He had no choice but to completely close his eyes to avoid temporary blindness.
"I say …" Only then did Twain remember that he did not understand Italian at all, nor did he know how to speak Italian. I really shouldn't have let Gloria go to avoid arousing suspicion. She can speak fluent Italian!
"I'm not the bad guy you think I am! I'm not a thief! I'm not a pervert who steals underwear! "He could only shout in English, hoping that the other party was someone who had passed Level 8 in English. But clearly, his hopes were dashed. The other party only scolded him in Italian over and over again. Twain did not understand what he said, nor did the other party understand what he said.
The man simply rushed up to grab Twain's hand. Twain was not a pushover, so the two parties got entangled. One wanted to grab, and the other refused to let him. As they pulled and pulled, the cuffs of Twain's jacket were torn, and the other party even called for "reinforcements!"
Five burly men surrounded Twain with unfriendly expressions, looking at him like he was a thief.
Twain was in the middle, but he did not panic. He opened his mouth and asked, "I say, is there anyone among you who understands English? Mandarin is fine too! "
What answered him was gibberish in Italian.
"F * ck, Italy's English is not widespread enough!" Twain scolded. He really wanted to explain his identity to this group of people. "I'm the manager of Nottingham Forest. I'm someone with status! Hey, there must be fans among you, right? Football, football! " Twain raised his leg to make a kicking motion, but the nervous security guards thought he was going to take the initiative to attack them. The five of them jumped up like springs, swarmed forward, and pressed Twain to the ground …
"F * ck, Englishman! Don't think we don't know you're scolding us just because we don't understand English. FUcK can still hear you very clearly! "The Italian security guards said angrily," You better behave! "
Twain was pressed to the ground, but he was still not obedient and struggled desperately. He knew that this group of people would definitely take him away, but if he was taken away, wouldn't he have come today for nothing? He could not say anything!
The group was in a heated argument at the back door. At this moment, with a squeak, a bright light broke into the "battle", and the girls' chatter and laughter came rushing over. But these sounds immediately disappeared. The people outside looked up at the back door, and the people inside were also shocked to see a few men rolling on the ground outside.
Twain was no exception. Even though his head was pressed down by a security guard, he still tried to glance sideways at the back door. From the sound, he knew that the models had come out, so the little girl should also be inside.
He did not see because they were all backlit.
The light inside the door was blocked by the crowd, leaving a shadow on the ground. Even so, there was still a trace of light shining on the ground.
In the crowd, Shania was still chatting and laughing with her companions, but now she was stunned. Because she saw a familiar face. Even though it was a little dirty from rubbing on the ground, the angle was not right, and the lighting was not good, she could still recognize it.
"Uncle … Uncle Tony?"
The security guards, who did not let down their guard and were still desperately pressuring them, suddenly felt their hands loosen. The "thief" who was struggling just now was like a deflated balloon, no longer resisting.
Twain's heart finally landed.
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