hollywood melon man

Chapter 654: Venting the Punk Princess' Anger
"You...are you?"

Cornhead even forgot that his head was bleeding and stared blankly at the dozen or so men in suits.

Little Gilbert ignored them and waved to Avril Lavigne: "Vivian, come here."

Avril Lavigne smiled happily, and ran to little Gilbert like a jumping rabbit. Then she threw herself into his arms like a young swallow, and her white and tender legs directly hooked around little Gilbert's waist.

The several thugs who were surrounded were dumbfounded and didn't dare to stop it.

Feeling Avril Lavigne slipping, Gilbert Jr. held her hips with his hands.

Because she was wearing a short skirt, little Gilbert's big hands directly touched her buttocks, which were not big but still firm and smooth.

Avril Lavigne rolled her eyes at little Gilbert, then closed her eyes and gave him a sweet kiss.

So, in front of the whole audience, the punk princess and the Hollywood director Gilbert Jr. staged a sexy scene. Someone had already taken out their cell phone to take a picture, and although the pixels were not high, it was still clear.

Needless to say, this will probably be the headline of tomorrow's entertainment gossip news.

But there is no need to be surprised. The fact that Gilbert Jr. accompanied Avril Lavigne to attend the Grammy Awards proves that the relationship between the two is special.

Young Gilbert found that Avril Lavigne's kissing skills were very clumsy, probably because she didn't have much experience.

So as a veteran, he guided Avril Lavigne, and the 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 moment, Avril Lavigne seemed unusually well-behaved, completely different from the punk princess who had just confronted the gangster. She snuggled in the arms of little Gilbert, enjoying the sense of security he brought her.

Little Gilbert waved and Eminem came over.

"Generally speaking, will the police take care of things like this?"

Before Eminem could answer, the bar manager who had followed him quickly explained: "Well, sir, you know, we generally won't call the police unless it's something serious."

"Oh?" Little Gilbert's eyes narrowed. "So if I hadn't shown up today, wouldn't Vivian have been defiled by these hooligans?"

The bar manager said awkwardly, "I don't dare to do that. After all, our regular customers are all well-known public figures. If there is a safety issue, who would dare to come?

I already called the bar security, but you just acted faster."

This argument is quite acceptable. Eminem echoed: "He is right. It is usually like this."

Little Gilbert took a look at the environment of the bar, called the assistant who followed him, signed a check and patted the bar manager on the chest.

"Tell your boss that this bar has a new owner."

"Hey, this...is not..."

The bar manager was stunned. It was the first time he experienced the feeling of being hit by money.

Before he could say anything more, little Gilbert walked to the center of the stage and signaled 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 open today. Please leave first. Thank you.

We will notify you of the opening date. There will be free drinks for the first three days. It’s my treat…”

Little Gilbert's generosity naturally caused cheers from the customers still in the bar. It was worth it to watch another lively event today and have the opportunity to drink for free.

So all the customers left, and the only people left in the bar were Gilbert Jr.'s bodyguards, the black men who had molested Avril Lavigne, and the bar manager and staff.

Little Gilbert nodded to the head of security, took Avril Lavigne to sit at the bar, and asked the bartender to make him a drink.

Eminem was a little embarrassed and was wondering whether to leave.

Little Gilbert called him over: "Sit down and drink together, and bear witness for me."

Eminem didn't understand what was going on, so he sat down first. He should be fine anyway.

The bodyguard leader Ryan used to be from the Secret Service, protecting Mr. Washington, and later Gilbert Jr. hired him with a high salary. He also has a scar on his face, so his smile is particularly ferocious.

Ryan smiled grimly at the trembling black gangsters and said, "Guys, my boss has a task for you, smash this bar for me." Several black gangsters knelt down and kept begging for mercy.

But Ryan would never do as they wished: "Smash it for me, or I'll smash you back."

Under Ryan's coercion, several black hooligans had to start smashing things. At first they were cautious, but Ryan kept shouting.

"Hurry up, haven't you eaten yet?"

"My grandma can smash it faster than you guys."

"Whoever smashes it slower, I will strip him naked and make him run naked on the Hollywood Walk of Fame."

Just like that, a few black hooligans smashed more and more things, and the bar suddenly became a mess, no longer the same as before.

The bar manager looked distressed, and the bar staff were all dumbfounded. What kind of trick is this? I've never seen this before! Do all the big shots in Hollywood have such special hobbies?

Avril Lavigne felt particularly happy knowing that little Gilbert was venting his anger for her.

Her punk princess spirit came up, and she excitedly said to little Gilbert: "Can I go and smash it, too?"

Little Gilbert nodded slightly: "Of course, but be careful."

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"Don't worry!" Avril Lavigne went to smash things happily.

This girl is full of destructive desire, but she doesn't usually have the opportunity to smash a bar. Today, with little Gilbert here, she can finally have a good time.

Eminem looked confused and asked Gilbert Jr., "Sir, what do you mean by this?"

Little Gilbert said nothing, but pointed to a man not far away who was holding a calculator and a notebook and was keeping accounts, muttering to himself.

Eminem went over to take a look and immediately fainted.

The glass alone is worth five hundred dollars. By the time these thugs have finished smashing everything, the stuff on the notebook is likely to be worth several million dollars.

If these gangsters were asked to pay compensation for these millions of dollars, they probably wouldn't be able to pay it back until their next lifetime!

After reading the contents of the notebook, Eminem shuddered and thought to himself that he must never offend Gilbert Jr. This man was a vicious person, and if he offended him, the consequences would be very tragic.

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 take over from you tomorrow and deal with it."

The bar manager nodded stupidly, completely dumbfounded.

"Let's go," Gilbert Jr. said, holding Avril Lavigne's hand as he walked out of the bar, followed by Eminem.

The head bodyguard, Ryan, took the account book and said to the breathless hooligans, "You have damaged the store's property for a total of 283 million US dollars.

Excluding medical expenses, you owe this bar a total of $280 million. Remember to sign and stamp your name. I will come to collect your debts every month."

Several thugs were terrified, and the one with Cornhead even started to cry.

"No, you asked us to smash the things, why do you want us to pay for it?"

Ryan said indifferently: "Then why don't you try smashing it.

Come, send them all back and make them sign and seal their names."

The thugs cursed but it was no use, and they were taken away by the bodyguards. Ryan said to himself: "Who made you offend the boss? You will never be able to pay back this money in your lifetime."

If Cornhead and his gang knew the result, they would probably never dare to mess with Avril Lavigne again.

The lights were dim at the time, who knew it was the little punk princess. That was fine, she was Little Gilbert's woman, how could they offend someone like Little Gilbert?

After these thugs were taken out, a bodyguard asked Ryan: "Ryan, can they pay back so much money?"

"Repay? There's no way they can pay it back." Ryan shrugged and said, "The boss is just venting his anger for our punk little princess."

The bodyguard who asked the question tilted his head. It turned out that the way rich people coax women is so unique. He learned it, but also failed to learn it.

(End of this chapter)