hollywood billionaire

Chapter 357 A chance encounter with fate

"Honey, I'm not blaming you...you know I would never do that."

Sophie Campbell—oh, no, she should be called Sophie Finlay now—stopped, turned around and looked helplessly at the person hanging behind her, with a hiking bag on her shoulder and another in her hand. A husband with a big suitcase, a slow and heavy gait, and a rather depressed expression.

"This kind of thing can happen to anyone, let alone in another country?"

"I know. You didn't blame me, but you kept comforting me." Louis Finley sighed, "But it makes me feel even more uncomfortable. Do you understand, baby? You trust me wholeheartedly, but I Screw it..."

"How can we say you messed up?" Sophie glared, interrupting Louis' self-criticism, "Airbnb temporarily canceled our reservation, how can I blame you?"

"I can obviously check it!" Louis shook his head, his voice was depressed due to frustration and hoarse due to exhaustion, "I obviously sent the cancellation email two days ago, but I didn't even think of checking the mailbox."

"You're on the plane, what do you think?"

"It's time to check it out when you land and change the phone card."

“It took more than half an hour to go through customs after landing, more than half an hour to pick up the car from Hertz, and more than an hour stuck on the highway... When we arrived at the hotel, we didn’t even eat dinner and slept until the next day. ...Louis, don’t just sigh about whatever happens, okay?!”

Throwing herself into her husband's arms, Sophie gave Louis a big hug.

It was unclear whether it was of any use to Sophie, but Louis's shout really attracted Madison's attention.

"Oh, her! Uh..."

"We will live together for decades in the future, and we will encounter much more severe situations and more difficult problems than this. Today's incident really couldn't be any smaller. We won't be allowed to stay in an Airbnb. That's all, what's the point? I'm not comforting you casually. Am I angry? I must be angry. Not only angry, but also tired and hungry. But I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will not blame you, Don’t feel guilty. On the contrary, the bigger the problem is, the more energetic you should be, because you now have a wife who is wholeheartedly accompanying you and helping you, do you understand?”

"That's not what this sentence means, it..."

"and many more."

"$1100."

"The little girl that Justin Bieber signed before." Sophie murmured, staring at the slightly lonely and thin figure walking towards them not far away. As Justin Bieber's most loyal fan, she is familiar with every face that has ever appeared around him, and Madison Beer is no exception.

"Let's go and look in front. There will definitely be a room available... Even if there isn't, I will turn it into a bed for you."

"This spirit is right!"

"Madison...who?" Louis is obviously not a person who remembers the names of Hollywood stars clearly. "

"It makes no difference. It's probably because the landlord saw that there are no properties in Las Vegas and wants to make more money. The purpose is the same. I just want to tell you that Airbnb itself is impossible..." Seeing the look in Sophie's eyes As he lowered the knife, Louis calmed down very wisely, "Anyway, Sophie, my depression is not because of the house itself, and I don't want to take the responsibility on myself. It's because... seeing you at ten at night At one point, you dragged your suitcase with me on the street looking for a hotel. I...your honeymoon shouldn't be like this. Sorry, my dear."

"Nope."

"Where did you get so much money?!" Sophie's response failed to answer Louis' question, but made him even more surprised.

"This is exactly how a honeymoon should be. So is our marriage." The second half of Louis' words made the sharp knives in Sophie's eyes instantly turn into soft spring rain. "Why do most honeymoons involve traveling abroad? Just because In an unfamiliar environment, it tests whether two newlyweds can calmly face unexpected situations that may happen at any time and overcome difficulties together. It is not just for fun and leisure, it is... a preview of our entire marriage."

"You have booking.com, and so do I." Sophie raised her chin with a proud smile, "I just saw that there is a king-size bed at the Wynn in front of me, do you want to go?"

"How do people like me, who spend thousands of dollars on VVIP tickets, know where to spend the money and where not to spend it?" Sophie grabbed the suitcase with one hand, held Louis in the other, turned and walked forward, "That's it. It’s decided, come with me. Just make money after spending it. As the saying goes, you can make money by spending money.”

"Are you inviting me to stay?" Louis kissed Sophie's hair and smiled, "Do you know how expensive the remaining hotel rooms in Las Vegas are tonight?"

At this point, Sophie could hardly control her loud voice. If it weren't for the fact that there were still many noisy tourists passing by them on the Las Vegas Strip in the dark night, her volume might have been a little louder.

"Madison...Bill?"

"The one who just won the championship two months ago."

"Are you crazy?" Louis was startled, "Where do we get so much money?"

"...The hall pass you chose when playing the game at Stephen's house before."

After the latter left the lounge, she sat blankly on the sofa for a while. Then she grabbed the coat that had slipped to the carpet at some point, and together with the two security personnel assigned to her on site, they set foot on the sofa. Return to Wynn Hotel.

"You're right, baby."

"I worked hard hour by hour, and I saved the money minute by minute." Sophie gave him a cute look, "Can't a girl have some emergency funds?"

"I don't like your negative attitude. In order to make more money, Airbnb rented the house we booked to other people. We should be angry and put our anger into action! When we complained, they apologized and Until we pay compensation, don’t let them bully us for no reason without having to bear the consequences!”

"It's Madison Beale!"

"That explanation doesn't help me at all, dear."

"Of course." Louis couldn't help laughing, "But since it is an emergency fund, it shouldn't be spent on such inexplicable places. Hotels are everywhere..."

"What's the difference?!"

Louis took a deep breath, forced himself to adjust his emotions, and gave Sophie a smile of relief and encouragement.

"We don't." Sophie pointed to the tip of her nose, "I do."

"Look, every time I tell you these things seriously you shut me up..."

She didn't want to take a shower here.

"It doesn't matter the room type, whether it's a king bed or a suite, I'll treat you to stay here tonight!"

Realizing that he had caused another big trouble, Lewis quickly slammed on the brakes. He deliberately ignored the daggers that formed in Sophie's eyes again and raised his voice, as if he wanted to use this forced excitement to cover up his gaffe.

"I've already filed a complaint." Louis raised his cell phone, "The landlord canceled it directly."

Tracy McGrady didn't lie to Han Yi.

"how much is it?"

"It has nothing to do with this, Louis." Sophie opened her eyes wide, holding Louis' left hand and digging it deeply into her husband's arm. The pain made poor Louis grin, "Look, is that..."

She wanted to bask in the remaining rays of the sunset and slowly walk south along the Las Vegas Strip. After breaking out in a thin sweat, I returned to the Wynn suite, filled a large vat of water, and completely immersed myself in it.

Madison Beale is a girl who loves bathing. A full-scale bathtub is a standard feature of home life and a necessity for working outside. Only in the warm and moist water vapor can she find the comfort that allows her to completely remove her social armor.

At this moment, she needs this kind of rest more than ever.

However, the huge crowd outside the Sahara Hotel made her give up the idea of ​​walking onto the street for a moment. I hid in the corner of the lobby and took a peek outside. I saw that the section of road outside the Las Vegas festival venue was completely covered with moving heads of various colors. Some spectators who were not planning to enter even rushed in. Went to the Sahara Hotel and wandered between the casino and restaurants on the first floor.

Let alone going out, as long as he approached the main door, Madison estimated that he would be unable to move.

Therefore, Tracy McGrady could only go back to the second floor, then go through the staff passage, take a BMW-sponsored courtesy car from the back door, and go around Paradise Road on the east side before arriving at the Wynn Hotel.

After giving each of the two security guards, who looked burly and cruel, but very kind to her, a twenty-dollar tip, Madison smiled and thanked each other, and told them to return to the festival immediately to pay their respects. Staff who will inquire about her whereabouts will be briefed. Then, the girl closed the door to the suite, turned her cell phone to airplane mode, and threw it in the corner of a certain sofa.

She took off all the clothes she was wearing, and also took off her formulaic smile with exactly eight teeth, walked slowly to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, reached out her fingertips, and ensured that the water temperature was suitable. He straightened up and stared blankly at the thin, green, but unobstructed and perfect reflection reflected in the water. He didn't know what he was thinking about.

It wasn't until the water washed over her feet that Maddie came back to her senses. Scolding in a low voice for her stupidity and waste, the girl hurriedly turned off the water, filled it, and laid out the floor mats. After working for a while, she finally let herself lie down in the bathtub.

Then, she disconnected again.

On weekdays, bath time is Madison's high-intensity surfing time. Her body is immersed in the water and her arms are raised in the air. Most of her interactions with fans on Instagram and Twitter are completed under such circumstances. But today, Maddie didn't even bring her cell phone to the bathroom.

Now look at the ceiling, now at your nails. He looked at the flower mural hanging on the right side for a while, and then looked at his toes with bubbles and redness. Even Madison herself doesn’t know how she passed away this long time. She only remembers that her mind was like a subway station, with messy thoughts constantly coming in and out, but she couldn’t grasp any of them and couldn’t see clearly. .

After the temperature in the bath dropped to almost the same as her body temperature, Madison blinked tiredly, wrapped herself in a white robe and walked out of the bathroom. At this time, the orange sky outside the window has been completely hidden in the inky night. What shines in its place is the never-ending flow of the Las Vegas Strip at your feet, and the beacons of desire that line both sides. .

Pressing the button on the bedside to slowly close the window screen and curtains, Madison subconsciously glanced in the direction of the living room. She wanted to turn on the phone that was thrown in the corner, turn off the airplane mode, and take a look at that hateful guy. Did he find her? There were so many excuses and apologies in the messages he sent her. But after standing there and thinking for a long time, Maddie finally decided to let herself go.

Get some sleep, there's nothing a dreamless sleep can't fix.

Wearing a loose and comfortable gray sweatshirt, lighting scented candles brought from his home in Los Angeles, and turning the central air conditioner down to 64 degrees Fahrenheit, Madison Beal was fully prepared.

result……

I fell asleep and fell asleep on the street.

Dreamless sleep. The dream was indeed gone, but so was the sleep.

I tossed and turned on the bed, tried various methods, counted the sheep, and counted the Mississippi River. Every time I was about to lose consciousness in the blur, everything that happened in the lounge in the evening would be like an elephant breaking into a china shop. Just like that, the thoughts that Madison had finally arranged were knocked to the ground in a mess.

A porcelain shop was carefully built, but they forgot that it was surrounded by tropical rainforest.

After being pulled back from the edge of sleep for an unknown number of times, Maddie covered her face in frustration, sighed in a long tone, then rolled out of bed, ran to the sofa, and picked up her phone.

It feels like a century has passed, the screen lights up, and it's not even eleven o'clock yet.

Hungry and bored. Don’t dare to turn on your phone and browse the unread messages that will flood the screen.

How to do it?

Take a walk around the streets.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, there shouldn't be that many people on the street.

Moreover, the Las Vegas Strip is considered the safest nightlife center in the United States.

They are all tourists looking for fun. Don't leave the main road or go too far. You should be fine.

Let's go.

Putting on a pair of Converse sneakers casually, Madison didn't change clothes, just put on a hat, exaggeratedly large black-rimmed glasses, bare makeup and long messy hair, and left the room.

There really weren't many people.

Tracy McGrady has been to Las Vegas more than once, but he has never wandered alone on both sides of the strip at night. The initial concerns about safety disappeared within a few minutes of stepping out of the Wynn gate. Las Vegas is not the United States, or it is a fantasy Americans have spun for themselves. There are no homeless people, no gun-toting thugs, no needles scattered on the ground and no unpleasant smell of urine. There are only clean roads, flashing neon lights, cars passing by at a constant speed, and the excitement in front of resorts, casinos and bars. Noisy, the crowd quickly thinned out after tens of meters.

Pedestrians in Las Vegas at night seem quite peaceful and leisurely, except for the inevitable drunkenness.

All the restless emotional factors in their bodies have been poured out in different ways in these magnificent buildings.

With her hands in her pockets and her head buried in the crowd, Madison Beer did not attract any attention - her dress was low-key enough, and the deep night also covered her with a vague veil.

What’s more, although she is a proud three-time Billboard winner, and although she had been worshiped by tens of thousands of people just hours earlier, Madison is far from being universally known. Even if Angelina Jolie wears Tracy McGrady's clothes and stands on the streets of Las Vegas, not many people will care.

This is the case in the United States. From West Hollywood to Fifth Avenue, the number of people who can be called "celebrities" is as countless as the stars. In this era when ethnicity and class are so separated, how can there be so many American darlings that are sought after by the whole people? Woolen cloth?

After understanding this, Madison slowed down and began to quietly appreciate the scenery around her.

The resting fountain in Bellagio is the scenery, as is the couple leaning on the fountain railing and kissing passionately.

Silently observing the happiness of others can also help Maddie temporarily forget her frustration.

Finding a perfect middle ground between the quiet and the bustling night, the Changdao girl's mood was finally relieved a little, though not sad, but undoubtedly dejected.

Until she heard her name at the door of the Flamingo Hotel.

"It's Madison Beale!"

Maddie looked away from the flamingo statue, and what came into view was a young couple carrying large and small bags and smiling excitedly at her. The girl subconsciously wanted to hide away, but soon realized that she had been firmly locked by them. Any indifferent and distant behavior would break the hearts of enthusiastic fans.

So, Madison Beer forced herself to reopen her business. She adjusted her glasses, put on a smile that was brighter and warmer than that of the couple, and walked towards them.

"Hi there!"

Madison has rehearsed the same conversation many times over the past few months—now, every time she goes out in public in West Hollywood, at least two or three paparazzi gather around her, and many more are attracted by the sound of shutters. Come fans.

"I'm Madison, nice to meet you."

Maddie stretched out her hand generously towards Sophie.

"S...Sophie." Sophie held Madison's hand and smiled into an O-shaped smile, "Oh, my God, it's really you, I am...I like you so much! "

"You lied to me." Maddie pointed at Sophie's T-shirt and smiled.

"She does like Bieber more, but Sophie didn't lie. She... we all like you." Louis looked down at the Justin Bieber "Purpose" album cover printed on Sophie's chest and took over the conversation. .

"Louis, it's...nice to meet you." Louis looked even more nervous than Sophie. He cleared his throat, held the shoulder straps of his hiking bag with both hands, and nodded to Madison with a shy smile.

Hall pass is right in front of you, who can not be embarrassed?
"Hello, Louis... let's stand a little to the side."

Madison glanced at the group of white girls walking past them, kept looking at the group of white girls she was still whispering to, and said to Sophie and Louis.

She is happy to meet and communicate with every fan.

But not today.

Today, these two were the limit of what she could bear, as she was tired.

"Looking at your accent...are you British? Just arrived in the United States today?"

Leading Sophie and Louis to a corner of the commercial street between Margarita Village and The Linq Hotel, Madison looked at the two of them with a smile and greeted them.

"It's been two days, but we just arrived in Las Vegas today." Sophie flipped up her hair, trying to look more energetic and tidy in front of Madison Bill.

"Come to see Mad City?"

"Yeah, I just came to see Mad City."

"Then why didn't you buy a ticket for the first day?" Madison joked, "It doesn't seem like she likes me much... I'm just kidding, haha, don't be embarrassed."

"We also wanted to buy a three-day pass, but it was too expensive, so we only bought it for Sunday." Sophie glanced at Louis and replied with a smile, "And we are here for our honeymoon this time, so in addition to the music festival Besides, there are many places I want to go and things I want to see.”

"Oh my God, wow, congratulations!" Madison was stunned for half a second, then held his heart with both hands, and his tone was the exaggerated praise that Americans are best at, "Where is the ring? Show me quickly!"

"It's just...beautiful..."

Sophie stretched out her right middle finger in front of her and hung an engagement diamond ring that was not too large in carat but was delicate and warm enough.

Under the streetlight, this real diamond with a hint of light yellow reflected the entire Milky Way in Maddie's rippling eyes.

"Congratulations, wow, this is really, really great... Congratulations again!" Madison wiped her eyes and waved her hands incoherently, "Let's take a photo together, okay? I'm so glad to meet you. , Sophie and Louis, you look like the happiest couple in the world!"

"You are the sweetest girl in the world!" Sophie grinned in an exaggerated smile that she had never seen in her life. She had no idea that Madison Beer was such an approachable star. After taking a few quick selfies with each other, Sophie put her phone back in her pocket and gave Madison a big hug, "You don't know that my husband..."

"Sophie!" Louis hurriedly interrupted Sophie, "We have to... we have to find a hotel."

"You haven't booked a hotel yet?" Madison blinked and looked at Sophie with a frown, "That's really bad. All the hotels on the avenue seem to be fully booked tonight."

"Airbnb canceled our house, so we...it doesn't matter. I won't mention it anymore. I don't want to affect your mood with this story." Sophie waved her hand and smiled, "We can solve it. There is another room at Wynn. Rooms can be booked.”

"Wynn...Okay, then go quickly, my dear, I won't delay you anymore." Madison rolled her eyes, "Nice to see you here, Sophie and Louis..."

"Finley," Sophie loudly announced to Madison happily.

"Mr. and Mrs. Finley, I wish you a happy honeymoon in Las Vegas!" Madison pursed her lips and waved goodbye to the two of them with a sweet smile, "See you there!"

"See you there... there!"

Watching Sophie and Louis walk some distance away, Madison shook his head. For some reason, he sighed with relief, then turned around and walked deeper into the commercial street.

As I said earlier, she was hungry.

She had already noticed the red and yellow In-n-Out sign before she said hello to Sophie and Louis.

I was still debating whether to pack a double-double...

Since fate has arranged it this way, let's indulge.

You won’t gain weight by eating anyway, and no one wants it anyway, so why control your weight?
With this thought in mind, Madison Bill stood at the door of the In-n-Out branch of the Flamingo Hotel.

This chain burger restaurant, which is open until midnight, is still brightly lit. Although there are no long queues like during lunch and dinner, there are still many nocturnal animals that go out to look for food and stay here.

Some people took away the food and took it back to their rooms to enjoy, while others sat directly in the store and tasted the rich juices oozing out of the freshly baked beef patties.

For example, the girl in the two-person seat at the end, with a neat ponytail, had just taken a big bite of hamburger, and her cheeks were bulging.

Black yoga pants from Lululemon, navy linen jacket from H&M, and a pair of white running shoes with no visible brand. Her dress is as plain and simple as herself.

"No way……"

Madison Beal, who was standing inside the main entrance, opened his eyes slightly in disbelief and took a deep breath after seeing the other party's face clearly. Holding on to the metal handle, he prepared to rush out the door.

But just before she was about to put this idea of ​​​​escape into action, the girl suddenly raised her head and looked towards the door as if she noticed something.

"No way……"

The pupils shrank violently and her expression temporarily lost control. Hungarian supermodel Barbara Pavin also had a look of shock on her face that was very similar to Madison Beer's.

"Madison?"

(End of this chapter)