On the fifth-floor terrace pool, Sloan surged through the water after swimming a lap, pushing himself up with both hands at the edge and quickly flipping over to climb ashore.
The reporters blatantly taking secret photographs frantically pressed the shutter button; thank heavens, the weather was good today; otherwise, they would have needed to prepare flashlights.
One has to admit, Sloan’s physique is quite well maintained. He’s already fifty-one years old, and if you don’t look at his face or the dense body hair, it’s hard to imagine he’s fifty-one; he appears at most around thirty.
He’s spent quite a lot of money on fitness and physique over the years, which is the foundation for him to continue making money; he knows what he relies on to live and never sses around in this regard.
He sat down next to a deck chair, took a few sips of iced water, then looked at the already healed small wound on his knee; he frowned and poked at it with his finger before finally exhaling in relief.
Next, he raised his wrist to glance at his watch, his expression sowhat displeased; more than half an hour had passed, and the person still hadn’t shown up.
He was about to ask his broker to find out what exactly the young actress intended to do when the girl appeared.
One must admit, for older n, young girls can more easily excite certain desires deep within them; a rush of youthful energy made him montarily forget he was already fifty-one, as if he were young too.
He stood up, his face showing a delighted smile, ready to walk over and naturally embrace the girl affectionately when his expression suddenly froze, because shortly after the girl walked out of the building, an attractive young man also erged.
So people like bronzed skin, like Sloan does; this skin color makes him appear very healthy, more like a natural skin tone and muscle rather than sothing deliberately trained, matching his on-screen and off-screen image.
Naturally, he doesn’t care much for those n with snow-white, clean skin, even feels sowhat disgusted; after all, a real man should have a wheat-colored skin, just like his!
What infuriated him more was that his leading lady was being intimate with that young man, which made him very angry.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, his expression suddenly flickered — he recognized the fellow, Lynch.
To say there are indeed many people these days who don’t know Lynch, mainly the masses at the bottom.
Compared to those serious political or current affairs interview shows, they prefer those entertaining shows full of crude humor and get imrsed in them.
But anyone with the slightest interest in current events or a bit of social standing wouldn’t be too unfamiliar with the na Lynch.
From his "Economic War" to "Three Reasons Gafura is Dood," along with his usual radical remarks, it’s enough for people to know him.
Sloan also knows Lynch; his on-screen image was originally a tough guy, so sotis fans would write him letters or shout loudly at his residence asking for his views on certain situations.
Whenever this happens, Sloan always feels a very special sensation, as if he himself joined in pushing the progress of history.
Of course, he would answer these questions based on his persona and the thods provided by his agency, his attitude was tough, also aggressive. His longest response was always the main character’s famous line from his breakout film— "This will be my last ti to bleed; next, it’s your turn!"
Look, so tough!
If possible, he’d even like to make friends with Lynch, the more friends, the more paths, but definitely not in this kind of setting.
He restrained himself for a few seconds before standing up, showing a very friendly smile on his face, quickly approaching, "Mr. Lynch, I didn’t expect to et you here, I’m Sloan, maybe you’ve heard of ."
Big star Sloan, normally, ninety-five percent of Federation people have heard of him; however, Lynch just shook his head, "Are you quite famous?"
The atmosphere suddenly stiffened; Sloan slightly frowned, "I suppose you could say famous?"
Lynch’s face had a little more smile as he actively extended his hand, "Just kidding, Mr. Sloan, I’ve seen your movies, very impressive!"
As if he said it was just a joke, but it still left Sloan a bit puzzled; he smiled along, "Quite honored."
Suddenly he felt Lynch’s intentions might not be so friendly; he swiftly glanced at the girl behind Lynch who was looking elsewhere, his warm heart montarily cooled.
He didn’t know any insightful philosophical terms like fem fatale, but he knew this woman was trouble, and trouble should be avoided, so he started proactively avoiding any substantial contact with the girl, including eye contact.
Actually, his original intention wasn’t to take advantage of anyone; after all, he is a top star, just stirring up scandals for publicity; unexpectedly, he was misunderstood, with no way to explain.
On the surface, Sloan maintained his image, but in reality, he’d already begun to regret and even felt a bit wronged.
"Penny told you would be the male lead in this movie. Sotis she seems a little silly. In the upcoming work, if possible, I hope you can take care of her a bit," Lynch glanced sidelong at the girl who had run to the side. The girl smiled at Lynch.
Sloan quickly responded, "Of course, supporting newcors is sothing every veteran actor should do. Don’t worry, Mr. Lynch."
Lynch nodded slightly, indicating his satisfaction with Sloan’s attitude. He glanced at Sloan’s chest hair, which he always prided himself on; it was indeed a bit too dense. "Until today, I had always heard so rumors related to you. You’re not that hard to approach..."
Sloan was unaware of their current dynamic and the shift in their auras. From the outside, Sloan still gave an impression of intimidation. His body was very strong, and his broad back gave an indestructible feeling.
His hair, drenched and clumped around his face, his chest covered in hair, and his body and limbs full of hair, made him strong like a human bear!
But if there were a mirror nearby, he could see that, despite his strength, he had his head lowered and his waist bent in front of Lynch, with an expression between his brows exuding a quality called "intimidated."
Instead, Lynch, who may have looked sowhat slim, stood there, his uncompromising spine making him seem to stand tall and magnanimous, radiating a sharp presence all over!
"If there’s an opportunity, maybe we can work together!" Lynch extended his hand. "Nice to et you, Mr. Sloan. I have so matters to attend to. I need to leave early, and I hope you have a pleasant visit in York State!"
As Lynch was about to leave, Sloan paused again. Such an opportunity was rare, and he wasn’t willing to let it go. Moreover, Lynch ntioned potential future cooperation, making him even more unwilling to miss the chance.
If he missed it this ti, where would he find Lynch next ti?
"Mr. Lynch, if you have ti, perhaps we could sit down and chat this evening?" Sloan proactively invited him. "I brought a chef here who has exceptional skills. You might be interested!"
Lynch just smiled politely, "No need for trouble. I have to have dinner with the Governor tonight..."
After declining Sloan’s invitation, the two of them re-entered the hotel. Penny, holding Lynch’s arm, bounced around energetically. Watching her jump up and down was sowhat pleasing and delightful.
"How should I thank you?" the girl looked at him, her eyes full of gratitude.
She knew that everything she faced today was actually quite desperate for her. She didn’t run out to seek opportunities; she simply wanted to escape and accept the despair.
But just because one person’s appearance, it changed everything. What seed like an overwhelming factor against her was easily dismantled before Lynch. He didn’t even need to intervene directly or hint to resolve everything.
As long as he stood there, stood by her side, it represented an attitude others couldn’t resist!
From childhood, maybe only a father figure could give such a reliable sense of security to a girl.
From Sloan’s sowhat evasive and annoyed look at her, it was clear Sloan lost interest in her. Not just Sloan, but after today, hardly anyone in the entire entertainnt industry would be interested in her unless the dia exposed that she and Lynch broke up. Otherwise, those fools wouldn’t risk provoking Lynch, the young leader, to pursue the girl.
Lynch adjusted his cuff slightly. "Study hard, act well, and strive to beco a..."
"Mmm..."
The girl, bouncing around, suddenly leapt into his arms, sealing his lips. Goodness, are girls really this bold these days?
A little later, when Lynch t with the Governor, the Governor’s expression was sowhat odd when he looked at him, "You..." He didn’t know how to express it because Lynch had a cut on his lip.
Lynch’s eye twitched twice, and he touched the split on his lip, dammit, he’d been bitten.
His expression made the Governor realize sothing, and the latter sighed softly and said with a smile, "Being young is really nice. When I was young, girls liked too. They even fought over who could be my girlfriend..."
The small talk ended there. The Governor was very good at closing the distance and alleviating the unfamiliar atmosphere. He then changed the subject, "Mr. Lynch, I’ve noticed so of your speeches in public, the most impressive being the one about ’The Federation needs a victory,’ which has been proven."
"I’m amazed by your fearso insight at such a young age. It’s truly enviable."
At this point, he paused for a mont, then asked, "The Federation needs a victory to restart our developnt and future, so what about York State?"
"What changes does York State need to alter our current state?"
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