Reborn Scumbag: Jizzing to the Top of the Music Empire and Hollywood Chapter 158 152: The Two Sisters

Two days later, the Billboard Music Awards were held grandly at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas.

In the extended Lincoln limousine, only Ariana was with Leon.

This was in sharp contrast to the previous Grammy Awards.

At that ti, the ladies of Apocalypse Music, including Robbie, surrounded him.

Leon's mindset had undergone a huge change since then.

After running alongside major awards many tis and playing the role of a spectator...

His attendance this ti was completely with the attitude of a new king ascending the throne.

In the Lincoln, the CD was playing another masterpiece from Adele's 21 album, Set Fire to the Rain.

But there's a side to you

That I never knew, never knew.

All the things you'd say

They were never true, never true

Listening to the lyrics, Leon suddenly felt a burst of psychological discomfort.

Frowning, he ordered the driver: "Turn off this damn music..."

"Why? I like Miss Adele's song very much." Ariana nestled in Leon's arms, imrsed in sweetness.

Acting like she was the main girlfriend.

"I don't like this," Leon spread his hands. "I'm not questioning Adele's music; I hate these moaning sad songs... it's just spending so ti together."

Ariana was not surprised at all by this indifferent remark.

The flashes outside the car window made her dizzy, her cheeks flushing.

"He's really cool..."

Since this award was resud for the first ti in four years, the officials spared no effort to revive the prestige of the Billboard Awards.

This award ceremony not only invited most of the popular singers but also many Hollywood actors.

This caused the short venue passage to be packed with cars.

The Lincoln sedan Leon was riding in was less than 100 ters from the red carpet, but it was difficult to move an inch.

"These damn btches..."

"Even if they stand on this broken carpet all day, not many caras are willing to focus on them..."

Looking at the C-list actors who stood on the red carpet and refused to leave, Leon cursed out loud.

"Many people are attending such an award ceremony for the first ti; it's understandable..." Ariana comforted.

"It's not what you think," Leon sneered. "Those btches who don't even have works rely on these red carpet events for exposure every year. If there were no security guards on the scene, maybe they would even dare to do X on the red carpet."

"Honey!" Ariana was stunned by Leon's rude remarks.

"For those few damn shots, there's nothing these won won't do." Leon stared at Kim Kardashian, who was dressed up on the red carpet.

Her way of becoming famous was full of controversy, but it wasn't rare in Hollywood.

The eroticism and cruelty of Hollywood are several magnitudes higher than the music industry.

In the music industry, no matter how many producers you slept with or how many sugar daddies you had behind you...

No creative ability is no creative ability; can't sing is can't sing.

Even throwing money at it makes it hard to get popular.

But Hollywood is different.

Those won with good looks and figures, as long as they dare to give everything for fa, can always occupy a place in Hollywood.

Kardashian was wearing a black sheer gown. Except for the important three points, other parts of her body were visible at a glance.

Compared with the stars present, Kardashian, who was only 1.6 ters tall, could only show her presence through special ans.

Like her technologically advanced chest and taillights.

"Wow... looks like this woman's heat is quite high right now." Kardashian's bold outfit attracted half the caras, and even Leon had to admire this woman's ans.

She used every available resource for hype.

Marriage, love, parents...

Anything that could be hyped was fuel for her status.

Kardashian lingered on the red carpet for more than ten minutes before leaving reluctantly.

The crowd in front suddenly burst into huge cheers.

"Robbie! Robbie!"

Robbie stepped onto the red carpet in a pure white long dress.

Smiling and waving to the surroundings, with the blessing of blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked like an elf queen descending to the world.

The fans and paparazzi mixed into the scene also went crazy.

Long guns and short cannons kept snapping at her, almost shoving the lens into her face.

Everyone wanted to figure out one thing: did she and Leon break up or not?

When the reporters saw Robbie stepping onto the red carpet alone, most of their guesses were confird.

Even so, they still scrambled to throw spicy questions until Robbie could say the answer they wanted herself.

"Miss Robbie, have you and Mr. Leon really broken up?"

"We want to know the reason! Is it because of Miss Beyoncé?"

"It can't be Taylor Swift, right! Do you know they ate hot dogs together in a car privately?"

"Soone photographed Mr. Leon entering and leaving Taylor's mansion in Beverly Hills. What do you think about this?"

"Leon's production Bang Bang topped the Billboard charts. Why didn't you participate in this work?"

Robbie chose to ignore all the spicy questions thrown by the reporters.

But she kept a smile on her face, quickly entering the venue accompanied by her assistant and manager Maggie.

Leon stretched his neck to watch all this, a gratified smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

It seed Robbie wasn't affected by him; she was already a mature artist.

Seeing this scene, Ariana pouted in jealousy.

In tonight's award ceremony, she and Robbie were actually competitors.

Senorita was nominated for Top Radio Song.

In the competition for Top Radio Song, her opponents were Robbie's Faded and Mars's Just The Way You Are.

"Our turn." Leon adjusted his collar. "Don't be nervous, just treat those annoying paparazzi as air."

"Mmh..." Ariana held Leon's arm tightly.

The two shocked the whole venue as soon as they appeared.

The nurous lenses originally aid at the Fast & Furious team led by super action star Vin Diesel were instantly snatched away.

In terms of status, Leon might not compare to Vin Diesel, but in terms of topicality, he was way ahead.

He always stood in the center of the entertainnt industry storm.

"Wow..." Seeing the intimacy between Leon and Ariana, the reporters exclaid collectively.

Originally, they thought Leon's cheating partner was Beyoncé or Taylor...

Now it seed their thinking was too narrow.

"Mr. Leon, can you talk about you and Miss Robbie?"

"Is Ariana your new girlfriend? Is this an official announcent?"

At first, Leon didn't intend to respond to these questions until a bold reporter asked: "How many people have you cheated with?"

Leon walked up to that reporter.

At almost face-to-face distance, he whispered word by word: "I cheated with your mom. Why don't you go ask that btch?"

Click—

Click—

The iconic "Street Jesus style answer" made this group of reporters even more excited. Leon beca the undisputed focus among the stars on the red carpet.

Until P. Diddy and his crew appeared in the car behind.

Diddy held rapper Nicki Minaj's arm, getting off the car with Lil Wayne and Pitbull.

Adding another fire to the heat on the red carpet.

Reporters shouted at him busily, "Diddy! Leon is right in front of you. Do you have anything to say to him?"

Just when everyone thought Diddy wouldn't answer this question in front of the cara.

He took off his sunglasses and t Leon's eyes.

He said aningfully: "I wish him good morning, good afternoon, and good night..."

Reporters whispered to each other, speculating on the intention of these words.

But Leon understood instantly.

This sentence was a classic line from Jim Carrey's movie The Truman Show.

It also has a first half—"In case I don't see ya."

After the red carpet session ended, the two walked into the MGM Grand venue.

"Hi~ Bro, I'm here!"

"What a coincidence, the organizer arranged for us to sit together!"

As soon as he entered the venue, Leon saw a short figure waving at him not far away.

It was Mars.

"This troubleso gambler..." Leon saw the other party's swollen cheeks and dark circles under his eyes at a glance.

God knows how long this guy hasn't slept properly.

For gamblers, they can't feel the passage of ti at the card table at all.

All casinos in Las Vegas pump oxygen into the air to keep gamblers energetic at all tis.

Until they lose the last cent in their pockets.

Leon took Ariana to sit in the second row, and Mars leaned over with an excited face.

"Damn Bro~ What have you been busy with these days?" Mars asked. "You haven't been fooling around with this chick in the hotel all the ti, right!"

Ariana's face turned red, wanting to say sothing but swallowing it back.

Seeing this, Leon warned: "Watch your tone! Damn it... don't you recognize Ariana?"

Obviously, the craze for gambling made Mars's mory decline.

His head was full of Royal Flushes; it took him 20 seconds to rember Ariana was the original singer of Senorita.

"Hehe Bro~ I have to say you missed a gold mine." Mars sighed. "Jordan has already left Las Vegas..."

"How much did you win from him?" Leon rolled his eyes.

With Mars's shtty card skills and uncomplintary card etiquette, it was really hard to imagine he could get value from Jordan at the card table.

Jordan was not only an excellent basketball player but also a rare shrewd businessman among black people.

Even Dr. Dre and JAY-Z couldn't compare to him.

"Lost a million dollars..." Mars sighed verbally, but his face still had a grinning expression.

Leon asked in confusion: "Still so happy losing money?"

"You don't understand this Bro~ This is called investnt!" Mars said. "I lost this million dollars on purpose, treating it as buying a ticket to enter Jordan's card circle!"

"In the future, I will win this money back ten tis from him~ Do you think I'm a genius?"

Leon was speechless for a mont, only able to respond repeatedly with "Ah yes yes yes."

Guests entered the venue one after another, and 70% of the seats were occupied.

During this period, Leon also t many acquaintances.

Directors Jas Wan and David Fincher were also invited by the organizer and ca over to greet him.

After a while, Leon's peripheral vision noticed a tall and beautiful figure approaching his direction.

Hollywood's new goddess Amber Heard was approaching him.

She was followed by a man with deep, lancholy eyes, Johnny Depp, who achieved superstar status with the Pirates of the Caribbean series.

"WTF... these two really got together?" Leon muttered in confusion.

According to gossip on the internet, Heard and Depp sparked love during the filming of The Rum Diary.

The relationship between the two was very ambiguous.

Leon first learned about this news from "Saint" Robinson.

The other party firmly believed that The Rum Diary, as a romance art film with a budget of 45 million dollars, was a proper money-laundering movie.

"Long ti no see, Mr. Leon~" Amber's face was full of enthusiastic smiles.

With the blessing of a green dress, she was equally matched with Robbie's elf look.

"You look radiant today..." Leon got up to respond.

This was already the umpteenth wave of female stars showing hospitality to him today.

Everyone knew Leon Smith's work was a golden ticket to the top of Billboard.

Out of respect for Heard's beauty, Leon chose to get up.

"Let introduce you, this is Mr. Johnny Depp..."

"Does this need introduction?" Leon interrupted. "I think no one in the world doesn't know Captain Jack's na."

A burst of rainbow farts made the corners of Depp's mouth rise, taking the initiative to extend his right hand.

According to the dia's description, Leon was like a criminal who stumbled into the entertainnt industry by mistake.

And the most vicious kind of thug.

Judging from the current situation, in Depp's view, the other party didn't seem so terrible.

"Nice to et you, young genius." The two shook hands.

Amber ignored Ariana's existence and whispered in Leon's ear: "Do you think my voice conditions are suitable for being a singer?"

"Of course, for beautiful people, their voices are usually as moving as their looks." Leon saw through the other party's thoughts and responded casually.

Amber revealed a coquettish smile, puffing out her chest and rubbing against Leon's arm. "Looking forward to cooperation between us..."

"Cough."

Depp coughed awkwardly covering his mouth with a fist, smiled at Leon, and quickly dragged Heard away.

Leon's reputation in relationships was notorious, no less than his notoriety on the streets.

Small stars trying to climb social ladders ca one after another; Leon was exhausted from dealing with them.

Kardashian naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

She approached Leon in a sheer gown, swinging her hips dramatically to attract attention.

During the greeting, Leon's attention was never on Kardashian.

Behind her followed two pretty little girls.

Tall and curvy.

Whether in looks or figure, they were way ahead of Kardashian by a large margin.

Because the makeup on their faces was very mature, their age couldn't be told at all.

But Ariana recognized them at a glance; they were the two youngest sisters of the Kardashian family.

Kendall Jenner and Kylie Jenner.

Although still young, they had long beco famous through the reality show Keeping Up with the Kardashians and frequently appeared on the covers of major fashion magazines.

They were now sowhat famous models and influencers.

Through Leon's eyes, Kardashian easily saw through Leon's thoughts.

She waved to her two sisters. "Haven't you always admired Mr. Leon? He is right in front of you now... do you want to co over and say hello?"

The two sisters couldn't suppress the excitent in their hearts, light flowing in their eyes.

For girls still in the rebellious period, the charm of an idol singer like Leon who symbolized "rebellious spirit" was irresistible.

Seeing her sisters still looking a bit timid, Kardashian frowned and said sternly, "I've told you many tis, don't be cowardly in any occasion."

"Rember you are won of the Kardashian family."

Hearing this, Kendall and Kylie finally summoned up the courage to take a step forward.

Staring at Leon, they asked in a low voice: "Mr. Leon... can you give us your contact information?"