hollywood melon man

Chapter 653 Bar Story

Later in the award ceremony, Gilbert Jr. presented John Mayer with the Best Male Pop Vocalist award, thus completing the mission of this award ceremony.

There was a cocktail party afterwards, but it was obvious that Gilbert Jr. had no interest in attending, and Avril Lavigne was not very interested either.

This award ceremony was actually quite lively. Perhaps with Gilbert's participation, the ratings of this year's Grammy Awards were higher than previous ones.

But unfortunately, it was rumored that Michael Jackson would appear at this year's Grammy Awards, but he did not come in the end.

Although the child molestation case has been settled, Michael Jackson's heart is not so easy to calm down. According to Donald, Michael Jackson is receiving treatment.

So Gilbert Jr. suggested to Donald that Michael Jackson should go to the Landrini-Jobs-Gates Medical Center in New York.

Bill Gates has a stake in this medical center. It is located in New York, the headquarters of Wall Street, and is a thorn in the side of Wall Street.

Michael Jackson was still considering it, but Donald was trying to persuade him.

If Michael Jackson really passed away, those who harmed him would probably have trouble sleeping.

Although Gilbert Jr. doesn't know exactly how Michael Jackson died, he speculates based on his recent treatment that there were serious problems with the doctor who treated him.

But once you change a hospital and a doctor, at least the medical safety issue will no longer exist.

Moreover, the security of the medical center was handled by the security company run by Gilbert Jr., who also specifically instructed on security issues, so it was not advisable to use physical means to eliminate Michael Jackson.

Of course, they can also manipulate the media to create a second child molestation case, which is easy for them.

But Gilbert Jr., who controls the media himself, can help Michael Jackson. Even if he cannot win, public opinion will not be as one-sided as last time.

Gilbert felt that the interests of those who harmed him and Michael Jackson overlapped. These beasts were like reptiles and disgusting.

That's all that can be done. As for mental problems, that depends on Michael Jackson himself. Little Gilbert can't help him much.

After the award ceremony, Avril Lavigne went to the bathroom and changed her clothes when she came out.

"Why did you change your clothes again?" Little Gilbert asked as he was waiting by the car.

The girl smiled sweetly, turned around in front of little Gilbert, and winked cutely: "How is it? Nightclub style, do you like it?"

"I like it, of course," said little Gilbert, who was always honest. "But it's still very cold. Aren't you cold wearing such a short skirt with your thighs exposed?"

"Hehe," Avril Lavigne hugged little Gilbert's arm and said coquettishly, "I thought it looked good, so I put it on!"

When fans saw that the cool little punk princess in their eyes was actually acting like a little woman and acting coquettishly, their glasses were probably about to break into pieces.

Little Gilbert played with a strand of rose red in Avril Lavigne's hair and said with a smile, "Vivian, just be normal. Where is that little punk princess?"

"Really? That's what you said."

After saying that, Avril Lavigne took little Gilbert and ran away.

"Hey! Where are we going?"

"bar……"

The rocking and groovy music mixed with the smell of alcohol and perfume, and many people were swaying to the rhythm in the middle of the dance floor.

There were hot girls everywhere, with big butts, long legs, small waists, and all kinds of styles. But the lights in the bar were dim, so you couldn't see their faces clearly.

If you feel like it, you can find a private room or go to the back alley of the bar to have a big fight. Of course, after the paralysis of alcohol wears off, some people may regret it.

You think you're dating Angelina Jolie, but you might actually be dating Oprah Winfrey.

Little Gilbert hasn't been to the bar for a long time, mainly because his identity is not appropriate. He didn't expect to be pulled over by Avril Lavigne today.

Fortunately, no one in the bar seemed to notice that a big Hollywood director had arrived, and everyone was immersed in joy.

Changing the place and changing the style, the little punk princess pulled little Gilbert into the center of the dance floor.

Maybe she was stimulated by Mary J. Blige's hot dance before. Although she danced clumsily and not as well as the veteran nightclub dancers, she tried her best.

Little Gilbert was embarrassed because he couldn't dance.

Of course, it's not that he can't do it. He can still dance the waltz used in upper-class socializing. Charlize Theron taught him, and he even complained that he hurt his feet. Because there were too many people, plus the colorful lights flashing above, the two were soon squeezed apart by the crowd, and little Gilbert was pushed directly to the edge.

He shrugged, found a place to sit, and waited for Avril Lavigne to come out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I sat down, someone came over to say hello: "Hi, who are you? Director Gilbert Jr."

Little Gilbert wondered: "Who are you?"

"I'm Eminem, you may not know me, I'm a rapper."

Little Gilbert suddenly realized: "Dr. Dre's disciple, hello, hello."

Thanks to Dr. Dre's relationship, the two of them started a conversation smoothly. Eminem even called the waiter and planned to treat Gilbert Jr. to a drink.

But little Gilbert wanted to drive and just asked for a glass of orange juice.

"Director Gilbert Jr., why are you here?" Eminem asked.

Little Gilbert said speechlessly: "I was pulled here by Vivian."

"What about her?"

"He should be dancing happily over there."

As soon as Gilbert finished speaking, Avril Lavigne's voice came from the dance floor. Avril Lavigne's voice was always clipped in front of Gilbert, but in front of outsiders, she was a rebellious girl.

"Take your dirty hands off me, Fuck..."

"Bitch, don't you know the rules here?" A ferocious voice from a muscular black man scared everyone around her and made them step away. In the middle of the dance floor, Avril Lavigne was surrounded by several muscular men.

The DJ music stopped. I guess they were drunk again and were causing trouble. This kind of thing happens frequently in bars.

The bar security came over shortly and the situation was resolved quickly.

Hollywood stars probably come to this bar often. Gilbert saw quite a few familiar faces. No wonder Avril Lavigne came here by herself. She probably doesn't go to ordinary bars.

At this moment, several strong men surrounded Avril Lavigne and their tone became lascivious.

"Little bitch, your face looks familiar to me, is it some celebrity?"

"Your dance just now was so seductive, how about we find a place and dance for us again?"

"Yes, don't worry. You don't look like you have much experience. We will train you well. It will definitely be a pleasure."

Faced with the lustful gazes of several strong men, Avril Lavigne was not afraid at all. She slapped the leading strong man with her hand, then raised her leg and kicked him in the crotch.

The sturdy man in the lead wailed in pain, his body arched like a shrimp, his face twisted and deformed. It was estimated that the kick was not light, and if he didn't receive timely treatment, he would have no children or grandchildren.

But this obviously aroused the anger of the other strong man's companions. One of the corn-headed ones shouted: "Catch this bitch and fuck her tonight..."

Before he could finish the rest of his words, a bottle of wine suddenly whizzed past and hit Yumi head accurately, causing him to bleed profusely.

Cornhead covered his head and angrily shouted in the direction where the bottle was flying: "Who the hell is that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a dozen men in suits coming over and surrounding them, and he was stunned.

Bar security? That doesn't seem like it!

The big man in a suit parted the crowd, and little Gilbert appeared in front of Avril Lavigne. Avril Lavigne burst into tears of joy, feeling that her savior had arrived.

It turned out that little Gilbert had called his own security guard.

It is normal for a big shot like him to have security guards with him. After all, there are many people who want to attack him, so he has to protect his own safety.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy here.

As for the people in the bar, they were dumbfounded. Only then did they notice that Gilbert Jr. was also in the bar. Thinking of the Grammy Awards that just ended, the people in the bar began to mourn for these strong men.

Why did you have to pick on little Gilbert's woman?
It's beautiful, but can you touch it?
Now it’s over!
Wish yourself luck!
(End of this chapter)