Best Movie Star

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire desert red, and the camp was quiet, except for the occasional wind sound, no other movement could be heard, as if all fell into sleep.

Brown-Williams doesn't see it that way. The camp is quiet now, and that's because the crew hasn't come back from the set.

Along the passage left between the trailers, he slipped back quietly, hid beside the front of the car, and stretched his head to look forward. A young man with glasses was sneaking around, seemingly looking for Matthew traces.

Behind another trailer diagonally opposite, Brown-Williams saw John, who was looking this way.

He made two tactical gestures to John, and the two quickly approached the target with the cover of the trailer between the camps.

"Where did you go?"

The young man with glasses muttered as he looked around, "Why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?"

Not long after Matthew got out of the trailer, he had his eye on it and followed him all the way here, but suddenly lost his aim.

"Has it been discovered?"

Such a thought appeared immediately, but the young man with the eyes said to himself again in his heart, "I'm a Matthew Horner fan, wouldn't it be better to be discovered?"

Just thinking about this, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, and immediately turned his head to look back, a sturdy bodyguard had already rushed over, and at the moment of his surprise, two big hands suddenly stretched out from the side and rear, and clamped tightly. He grabbed his hands and twisted them behind his back.

A burst of pain came, and the young man wearing glasses fell to his knees and shouted, "It hurts! It hurts!"

Brown - Williams grabbed the young man's arm, feeling a little strange, this man seems to have no resistance at all.

But he did not let his guard down and asked, "Who are you? Why are you following?"

"I...ah..." The young man with eyes screamed and shouted again, "It hurts to death! Can you let me go and talk!"

Right across from the young man, John stood at a suitable distance, with his hand behind his waist, ready to draw a gun and shoot at any time.

Brown-Williams saw John and slightly reduced the strength in his hands, "Speak!"

The young man with the eyes felt that his arm was a little better, not as broken as it was just now, so he stopped screaming and said, "I said! I said! I'm Max Weir, a movie fan! I came here to find Matthew's signature!"

Hearing this, Brown-Williams frowned and said, "Show proof!"

"I came here with a lot of fans!" Max Weir said quickly, "They went to the studio, but I didn't. I just sneaked into the crew camp and wanted to take a photo with Matthew as a souvenir!"

After saying this, Max Weir saw that Brown Williams did not respond, and said, "I am the deputy director of a fan association in Matthew's North Hollywood area in Los Angeles, Phyllis Beretta and many people on the support website. Everyone knows me."

He could see that the two should be Matthew's bodyguards.

Five minutes later, Matthew turned from the back of the trailer, and the crew's security came over, and he saw the young man standing between John and Brown-Williams.

Several security guards from the crew went over and surrounded the young man wearing glasses. Brown Williams came over, put it in Matthew's ear, and whispered, "This person is Max Will, North Hollywood Association. Deputy Director, I've proven it through Bella Anderson."

"It didn't hurt him?" Matthew asked.

Brown-Williams shook his head, "No, it was easy to subdue him."

Matthew couldn't help but look at the young man wearing glasses. The other party was in his early twenties, and his appearance was very ordinary. He belonged to the kind that could not be easily found when thrown into a crowd, but his arms seemed to be a bit long.

For ordinary people, the arm hangs down, that is, it falls below the crotch. This person's arm hangs down naturally, but it is close to the knee, like a gibbon.

Although it's not very good to describe his fans like this, Matthew couldn't think of other suitable words for a while, and in addition to the overly long arms, this man's palms are also unusually wide, especially for his relatively thin body.

There are always differences in the appearance of people, not everyone can look as good as him, and it is impossible for everyone to have the prosperous beauty of Jason Statham. Matthew just glanced at it casually and didn't care too much.

After all, the world is full of weirder looking people.

Now that Brown-Williams is sure that the other party is not in danger, Matthew also walked over, and he has always been generous and friendly to his fans.

Seeing Matthew coming over, Max Weir was surprised.

Matthew came to the circle surrounded by security personnel and took the initiative to extend his hand, "Hello, Max."

Max-Will's face was full of excitement, and he quickly held Matthew's hand, "Hello! Hello! Good afternoon! Ah... No, good evening, Matthew!"

He was too excited, and his words were incoherent. He held Matthew's hand tightly with one hand and kept dangling it.

Matthew smiled, "I apologize to you for what just happened."

"No, no..." Max-Will still shook Matthew's hand tightly, "I was too reckless, I shouldn't have broken into the crew's camp."

Matthew's hand swayed with the opponent, and suddenly he felt that Max Weir's hand was rough, as if he had a lot of calluses.

"I heard you want me to autograph and take a photo?" Matthew asked.

Max Weir nodded hastily, "Yeah!" He smiled embarrassedly, "We originally agreed to go to the location today to watch your filming, but I changed my mind temporarily... Matthew, I'll bring you Sorry for the trouble."

"It's okay." Matthew pointed to his hand, "Can you release it?"

He was supposed to shake hands with Max Weir politely, but the other party held his hand and was dangled by a man, which was not a good feeling at all.

Max Weir quickly let go, said sorry again, and then asked, "I... can I still take a photo with you?"

"Of course." Matthew turned to Brown Williams and said to Max Weir, "You wait a moment."

Soon, a cameraman came over with a Polaroid camera and took a photo of Matthew and Max Weir.

The photo came out, and Matthew signed his name on the back of the photo again and said a few words to Max Weir, who was escorted by security personnel and was about to leave the crew camp.

Following the two security personnel, Max Weir walked out of the camp through the corridor of the tow workshop, and after walking a distance, he glanced back and saw that Matthew Horner had already left the place where the photo was taken.

Looking at the group photo in his hand, he was excited again. Today's harvest was very rich. Not only did he have close contact with Matthew for the first time, but also got his group photo.

It was something he had dreamed of.

But it's a pity...

From the moment he held Matthew's hand until he walked out of the crew camp, Max Weir was excited, but he couldn't help but have a little regret in his heart. Why didn't Matthew Horner take a picture with him in his underwear?

It would be great if that were the case.

In the camp of the crew, as the crew returned, it gradually became lively, the sky gradually turned dark, the roar of the generator faintly sounded, and various high-power lighting equipment were lit up one after another.

Although there was an accident with Max Weir in the middle, which delayed a lot of time, Matthew did not change his original intention and continued to walk towards Carolina Kirkova's trailer.

When he came to the trailer, he knocked on the door, and Carolina Kirkova's female assistant came over to open the door. After seeing Matthew, he turned around and said something to Karolina Kirkova who was inside, and then left the trailer.

Matthew got into the trailer alone, saw Carolina Kirkova lying half-lying, and asked, "I heard you have a heat stroke? Is it better?"

Karolina Kokova pursed her lips and said, "I took my medicine today, and it's much better."

Why heatstroke? She was actually very clear, but she couldn't say what she complained about, because ~www.readwn.com~ promised the other party when she made the deal.

She looked at Matthew, and everyone in the world was deceived by him. Beneath this man's friendly appearance, there was clearly a demon living there.

Having said that, the reason why she dared to make the promise to pay is that she was deceived by this person's good-looking appearance...

But she didn't have a choice. Major brands terminated her contracts, and that glamorous life was leaving her. Compared with the current experience, it was the real torture, and it was even more unbearable.

Thinking of the darkness and indifference behind obscurity, what Matthew Horner imposed on her was nothing at all.

"I did a bit too much yesterday."

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, Matthew put the paper bag on the small table next to him, "KK, I promise, I won't play yesterday's game again."

Karolina Kokova's grievances flashed across her face, and tears almost flowed out. She was tossed to death in the fiery desert, can she not get sick?

But she woke up immediately, and Matthew said that she was not playing yesterday's game...

Carolina Kirkova's body trembled slightly. It's more than half a year before the release. After such a long time, who knows what this devil will do?

Looking at the opposite side, Ma Xiu was smiling. This smile was kind and natural, like a spring breeze, but Carolina Kokova was sure that it was a devil's smile!

Suddenly, she realized that she shouldn't have charged that one million dollars in the first place! Matthew Horner, seemingly happy to pay a million dollars, has actually been looking for an opportunity to settle with her...

Does this man love money more than beauty?

Matthew tilted his head and looked at Carolina Kirkova, "What are you thinking, KK?" He didn't need the other person to answer, he pointed to the paper bag next to him, and said, "This is a magic potion I specially prepared, It has incredible effects, you must remember to use it.”