### Chapter 143: This Is My New Address

"Hey, Norman, where are you? Hurry up and bring my car. Yes, I've arrived in Los Angeles. Listen up, my new address is 1715 Bedford Drive, Beverly Hills. Haha, not bad, right? I've bought it. If you need anything, come over, and we'll talk. See you soon."

A standalone mansion stood tall on Bedford Drive in Beverly Hills, made of white marble.

Surrounded on three sides by tall courtyards and layers of lush greenery, a straight driveway, over 300 meters long, stretched from the large black iron gate to the main villa.

The fourth side, the backyard of the villa, faced the downtown Los Angeles area. Sitting by the pool in the backyard, one could gaze at the bustling streets of West Hollywood in the distance.

This property spans 1,265 square meters with a living area of 425 square meters. It features five bedrooms, six bathrooms, and three garages. Built in 1968, its previous owners were Elizabeth Taylor and her daughter, who decided to sell the property six months ago when planning to move.

Richard had been looking to buy a house in Los Angeles and entrusted the task to Old Hall, who had lived in Los Angeles for decades and was very familiar with everything there. Old Hall quickly provided six property options.

In the end, Richard and Bundchen chose this hillside villa, spending a total of 3.8 million dollars.

"Mr. Brad, Miss Theron has arrived."

The maid, Mrs. Fatima, entered the backyard and announced.

"Got it!"

Richard climbed out of the pool and walked to the front yard. A silver-gray BMW sports car slowly drove through the black iron gate. The driveway, flanked by a few sycamore trees, created a cool shaded path, with a couple of cats and dogs frolicking in the woods.

"Sally, long time no see!"

As soon as the car stopped, Richard reached out and hugged the beautiful woman, lifting her out of the car.

"Hey, jerk, be gentle!"

Miss Theron punched his shoulder.

"I just missed you!"

Richard put her down and looked her over. Miss Theron was wearing a white cartoon T-shirt, a Gucci printed short skirt, revealing her slender white legs, and white sneakers, looking fresh and lovely.

"What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"

Miss Theron smirked.

"Yes, you seem even more beautiful."

"Of course!"

Miss Theron smiled slightly, her gaze lowering, "How's it down there?"

Richard's mouth twitched, "Please stop asking that question. Over the past half month, I've answered it thousands of times. It's embarrassing."

"Haha, because everyone asks, I have to ask too. Hey, did it explode down there?"

Miss Theron nudged his shoulder with a smile.

"No! An inch is definitely not short. If you don't believe me, you can check for yourself."

Richard mischievously pulled down his shorts.

"Really?"

Miss Theron leaned in for a quick look.

Richard was stunned, "Hey, you're really looking?"

"What's the big deal?"

Miss Theron brushed her hair back and strode towards the backyard.

Richard shook his head, thinking they were indeed too familiar to care about such things.

He brought the fruits and white wine prepared by Mrs. Fatima to the backyard.

The backyard villa was on a hillside, spacious with an open-air pool, four rows of comfortable loungers under umbrellas, and neatly landscaped green belts and a few sculptural lights.

Standing at the edge, one could see Beverly Center below the mountain, and further away, West Hollywood, Santa Monica Boulevard, and Sunset Boulevard.

"How do you like it here?"

Seeing Miss Theron standing by the railing, gazing into the distance, Richard walked over to stand beside her.

"It's a great location! When I first came to Los Angeles, I often stood in crowded subway stations, looking at Beverly Hills. I thought, when I have money, I must live here. But when I bought a house two years ago, I found I still couldn't afford a place on the hill."

Miss Theron shrugged.

"No worries, in two years, when I become a billionaire, I'll buy you a mansion on the top."

Richard bumped her shoulder with a smile.

"Haha, you think you can become a billionaire in two years? Well, you might just be able to. Last year, you were just a guy who mooched off my lunchboxes. By the end of the year, you became a millionaire, and last month you became a multi-millionaire. Unbelievable."

Miss Theron looked at him repeatedly as if seeing him for the first time.

"Haha, look at me, am I more handsome now?"

Richard stroked his chin and smiled smugly.

"Yes, more handsome and richer. Tell me, how did you do it? Earning seven million in ten minutes, becoming a multi-millionaire at twenty-one, an inspirational icon. Dear Mr. Brad, what's your secret?"

"Haha, it's ten years of hard work behind ten minutes on stage. I've been working out and practicing martial arts since I was seven or eight. I won't go into the details, but it took ten years of perseverance to achieve what I have now. Compared to the young elites in Silicon Valley and Wall Street who become billionaires with a project, my success is nothing."

Richard shrugged.

"No, you're already amazing. To me, you are the most amazing man."

Miss Theron clenched her fists and smiled with her blue eyes sparkling.

"Thank you!"

Richard smiled gently, taking her hand and leading her to the loungers under the umbrella.

"Is your movie finished?"

"Not yet. My role is quite extended, and it will take another two or three months to finish."

Miss Theron held a glass of white wine, crossed her long legs, and leaned back on the lounger.

"What's the movie called?"

"Family Feud."

"Sounds like a flop."

This film hardly appeared in Miss Theron's profile, indicating it wasn't significant.

"Hey, you think it's bad just from the title?"

Miss Theron tossed a grape at him.

"Of course. Look at me, have I ever picked a bad script? Even the worst-performing one, 'Dangerous Game,' sold over 58 million at the box office. So, I have a say in script selection."

Richard grinned smugly.

Miss Theron rolled her eyes at him, sighed while drinking her wine, and said,

"You're right. The scripts I get now aren't great, and my roles are often just pretty faces. I don't like it. But we're different. You're a champion boxer entering the entertainment industry with a high starting point and strong competitiveness.

All I have is my appearance. Compared to other actresses, my competitiveness is weak. So, having a role is already good, no choice in the matter."

Richard nodded, "You have more than just a beautiful appearance. You also have me as a friend. If you want to change paths, consider joining BAA."

"Are you trying to poach me?"

Miss Theron blinked with a smile.

"No, inviting you to collaborate. BAA has just been established, it's not large yet, but the resources are good. If you're not satisfied with your current agency, consider switching. I can transfer 5% or 10% of my shares to you at the initial price, giving you more freedom in your work.

Of course, it's up to you. I just hope you remember my offer during tough times and don't stress too much."

Richard said, holding her hand.Miss Theron fell silent. She had come to Los Angeles at the age of eighteen to chase her dreams. At a bank, while cashing a check, she encountered an unexpected situation and received help from her current agent, who got her into a small but established agency.

In the early years, their collaboration was quite good, but as her taste and demands for roles increased, the agency continued to recommend pretty but shallow roles. This created some conflicts between them. Switching to BAA?

"My cooperation with the agency is still okay for now. It hasn't reached the point of breaking up. When I can no longer tolerate them, you will be my first choice," Miss Theron said with a smile.

"Good, you're always welcome here. My doors are always open for you," Richard said, spreading his arms with a smile.

"Thank you!" Miss Theron smiled softly. "Richard, why are you so good to me? I can feel your sincerity, even a kind of selfless goodwill."

"Because we're good friends!"

"Mmhmm~" Miss Theron shook her head with a smile.

"Alright, alright. The real reason is, I saw the future where you will be my wife, so of course, I have to be good to you," Richard said with a light laugh.

"Didn't you say you'd have over twenty wives in the future?" Miss Theron narrowed her blue eyes and stared at him.

"Yes, twenty-eight or twenty-nine!"

"Haha, liar!" Miss Theron punched him directly.

Richard grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, teasing her fiercely.

"Jerk, let me go!"

Beep beep beep~

Amidst their playful fight, the loud honking of a car came from outside.

"It's Norman, that guy. I'll go out for a bit," Richard said, tapping his forehead and releasing the blushing Miss Theron.

"Bully me and then try to run away?!" Miss Theron suddenly jumped up, hugging him as they both fell into the pool.

Splash!

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(End of this chapter)