Chapter 79: Just Tell Me If You're Angry

After finishing filming in the afternoon, Richard drove out of the parking lot, ready to pick up Reese. On the main driveway in front of the villa, he saw Reese in the distance, arguing with a guy.

Honk, honk~

Richard honked twice. Reese waved, said a few words to the guy, and then walked toward the car.

"Was that Ryan?" Richard asked, looking at the person by the roadside.

"Yes, he came to apologize, but I've been too busy lately to think about relationships," Reese said, leaning her head against the car window.

"Will he misunderstand our relationship? Do I need to explain it to him?" Richard asked as he started the car.

"No need, it's unnecessary," Reese shrugged, taking a Vogue magazine from the glove compartment and slowly flipping through it.

"Is that Gisele Bündchen?" She opened the magazine and asked.

On the right page was a fashion photo of Bündchen, tall and sexy, wearing a CK casual winter dress, posing coolly, looking both sharp and stylish.

"Yes," Richard smiled gently.

"She really is a beauty, with such a hot body. No wonder you said I don't have a good figure," Reese said enviously.

"Reese, I was too rude and impolite the other day. I apologize. Actually, you're very beautiful. Your petite figure is hot too, and your skin is great. You're a sweet and fresh type of beauty," Richard said.

"Stop it, I think I prefer you being your usual sarcastic self," Reese said, blinking and smiling.

"Haha, alright!"

Bang~

Suddenly, the car was hit heavily. Roar~ The sound of an engine revving came from outside the window.

Looking over, a Ferrari had pulled up alongside. The driver was a young man in his twenties, with golden curls and a golden suit, his face covered in freckles, with a contemptuous look.

This guy was Norman Holliday, who Richard had beaten up a few days ago.

"Haha, Richard, so you drive this crappy car? With your financial situation, you think you can date a model?" Norman Holliday sneered.

Richard glanced at him, "It's you again. Your wounds have healed, and you're back for more? Do you find my fists enjoyable?"

"Fuck! Don't be so smug. I can't beat you, but I have friends. Didn't you lose your role in 'Dangerous High School'? Guess what, it was me. So, are you angry?" Norman Holliday sneered.

"So it was you!"

A few days ago, Anthony had been negotiating with the 'Dangerous High School' crew, and it was going well. But yesterday, they suddenly dropped Richard without reason. Now it was clear why.

"Yes, I'm a bit angry. So, when I beat you up later, try not to scream. Last time, your screams were too unpleasant, and people backstage gave us weird looks."

"Fuck, Richard, you bastard! I'll crash into you!"

Norman Holliday was enraged, swerving his car toward Richard's.

Richard skillfully shifted gears and floored the accelerator. The car roared and easily dodged the collision.

Roar~

Norman Holliday was furious, accelerating to catch up.

Richard's Ford wasn't fast and was soon caught up by the Ferrari.

"You think your little car can compete with my Ferrari? I can beat you with one hand," Norman Holliday said smugly.

"Really? How about we race from here to the Bronx Bridge and see who gets there first?" Richard suggested with a grin.

"Sure, what's the bet?" Norman asked.

"You decide," Richard smiled.

"If I lose, you can have my car. If you lose, give me the girl in your car. How about that?" Norman Holliday whistled at Reese, "Hey~ beautiful, want to ride in my Ferrari?"

Reese rolled her eyes, "Can you stretch your neck a bit more?"

"What for?" Norman asked curiously.

"So Richard can easily punch you," Reese laughed.

Norman's face darkened, and he pulled his head back.

Richard chuckled, "Norman, I don't want your car, and don't eye my girl. Whoever wins is the boss, and the loser has to show respect."

"Alright, but I don't believe your junk can beat my Ferrari," Norman said disdainfully.

"Then let's begin!"

"OK!"

Norman Holliday shouted and sped off, "Haha, try to catch me!"

Richard smiled and shifted gears.

"Reese, hold on tight!"

"You just said I'm your girl?" Reese complained, hitting him.

"This isn't the time for details. Grab the handle; my car is fast."

"Fine, hurry up and beat that guy!" Reese said, holding onto the handle.

"Don't worry, I'll win!" Richard said confidently, quickly catching up.

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A few minutes later, at the Bronx Bridge, Richard slowly stopped the car.

"Is he here yet?" Reese asked, looking out the window.

"No, probably a few more minutes," Richard checked his watch.

"Will he be very angry when he arrives?" Reese laughed.

"Definitely!"

Roar~

Five minutes later, Norman Holliday arrived at the bridge.

"Fuck! Fuck! This is impossible. I never saw your car. How did you get ahead of me? Can your car fly?" Norman Holliday raged.

"There's a shortcut you didn't know about," Reese said, laughing.

Norman's face changed, "That doesn't count. Shortcuts don't count. Let's race again!"

"Our agreement was whoever reached the bridge first wins. There were no rules against shortcuts. Do you want to break our deal? I arrived first, I won, and you don't want to admit it? Then forget it. I don't want a dishonorable guy as my underling," Richard started the car, heading toward Jackson Street.

"Hey, Richard, I can call you boss, but I have a condition," Norman Holliday chased after them, shouting.

"I don't accept any conditions."

"Wait, it's a simple condition. Can you teach me how to pick up girls? You, with no money or good car, always have girls around you. How do you do it?" Norman asked.

Richard shook his head, "You can't learn my methods."

"Tell me, I can definitely learn."

Norman pounded his chest.

Richard smiled, "You have good overall qualities, but your body is too weak. If you had a physique like mine, girls would flock to you."

"A physique like yours?" Norman looked at him, "You're a boxer. How can I be as strong as you?"

"Simple, you can practice boxing too. Want to join our gym? The tuition is only $50,000 a year. After a year, you'll have a great physique," Richard said, flexing his muscular arm.

Reese smiled softly, "Are you recruiting again? I heard Mr. Moritz's son was tricked into joining by you."

"Tricked? I'm teaching them to become stronger. Reese, want to learn? I can teach you. After a year, your muscles will be more developed than Schwarzenegger's."

"No way!"

Reese laughed.

A moment later, they arrived at Jackson Street.

"Richard, is this your home? It looks old," Norman Holliday said, stopping his car.

"Why are you following us?" Richard asked, getting out of the car.

"To see the beautiful lady. Hey~ beautiful, we meet again~"

Norman waved at Reese, "Strange, you look more familiar. Did we meet before? Maybe in a past life?"

Reese turned her head, ignoring him.

"This is the famous Reese Witherspoon. You must have seen her movies," Richard introduced.

"Oh, I remember now. I've seen your movies. You really are a star. Hi, Reese, I'm Norman Holliday. Did you know Richard has a girlfriend who's a model? You won't have a good outcome with him. Why not consider me?" Norman Holliday laughed.

"You?" Reese looked him up and down, "Do you have a better physique than Richard?" She smiled and took Richard's arm, "Come on, let's go home for dinner."

Richard smirked, "Alright!"

The two walked into the house hand in hand.

Norman Holliday blinked. Is having a good physique that important? Does it mean I can have it all?

No way, I need to start training.

"Richard, I agree. $50,000 is no big deal!"

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