323 Shift focus
Brian Barlow was squatting downstairs of Chaos Film's company at this time, looking at the empty door, then retracted his gaze, looked down at his phone, and continued to dial the next phone number. He had been waiting here for nearly an hour, which was the most likely place for Lance. At the same time, he did not sit and wait for death, but kept calling his inside line, hoping to complete his positioning of Lance as soon as possible.
At this moment, another cell phone in the passenger seat rang. Brian quickly picked up the phone, looked at the call number, and then quickly hung up the phone talking, threw the phone casually, and the other cell phone was already picked up, "What? Are you sure? Where did you get the news?" Brian quickly communicated with the other party while restarting the engine.
When they found that Brian's car began to move, many people nearby were looking at it. At this time, at least thirteen cars around Chaos Pictures were all eyeliners of reporters. As long as one person had movement, others began to verify the information. Just a few seconds ago, the place was still calm; in the blink of an eye, everyone became riots, and the cars began to start one after another, and the noisy situation was like the boss announcing the collective time to get off work.
The news that Lance left his upcoming home from Malibu was like wings, quickly hovering over the Angel City.
It seems that after leaving the Montage Hotel last night, Lance actually ran to Malibu. Brian's first idea was that Lance went to Malibu to attend the second round of party - if this is true, then the explosion point of the scandal this time would be even more exciting; even if not, Lance went to Malibu in the middle of the night and did not come back until the morning, and there were many possibilities to be discovered... Thinking of this, Brian felt excited.
Brian found out that the news. The Los Angeles Times received the news at the last moment before printing, but there was no evidence at that time. In the end, the editor hesitated and gritted his teeth to release the page. After getting the photos, he quickly printed it and completed the work before it was put on the shelves in the morning. This scoop. The paparazzi chose the Los Angeles Times instead of the San Francisco Chronicle. Brian felt a little setback, but it was not enough to discourage him. He would have to get first-hand information on the follow-up news of the scandal!
It was only a ten-minute drive from Chaos Pictures to Linden Street where Lance's apartment was located. However, due to traffic jams along the way, he was still blocked two streets away for twenty-five minutes. He could only keep praying in his heart. Lance was also blocked halfway, so don't get home so quickly. Brian simply gritted his teeth, parked the car in any free space, and then trotted all the way with his camera.
From afar, Brian saw three or four reporters standing at the door of the apartment. Although not many, this is enough to show that more and more people have received inside news. Brian didn't have time to breathe. He ran over quickly. His only hope now is. Lance quickly gets home, and while other reporters have not arrived yet - the psychological change is only a moment.
"That's Lance!" Through a traffic light, someone saw a red retro Mustang. Through the front window, you could see Lance in the driver's seat. Brian rushed out directly, not caring about his life's danger. He aimed at the driver's seat and began to press the shutter wildly.
The red Mustang gradually slowed down and finally stopped at the door of the apartment. As expected, Lance opened the car door and walked down. Brian pushed up with the camera lens in his hand and quickly pressed the shutter. He tried to record every detail of Lance's expression at this time. Not only Bryan, but several other reporters also rushed up. Although there were only five people at this time, they surrounded Lance firmly and couldn't wait to start throwing questions.
"Are you really dating Kayla?"
"You guys stayed in montage for four hours yesterday, what are you doing!"
"When did you start dating? How long has it been?"
"What did you go to Malibu last night? Attend a party?"
"Are you planning to have a stable relationship with Kaila?"
...The sound of questions made people feel like they were surrounded by dozens of people. The five reporters almost didn't let go of any gaps and frantically threw out the questions. Brian shouted loudly, "Is the relationship real? Is it true? What do you want to say? What do you think of Kaila? What do you expect from this relationship? When did you start?" Questions one after another, with almost no breathing gaps. Even though Lance did not answer any questions at all, the noisy questions never stopped.
Lance's footsteps moved slowly, but five people surrounded him and followed Lance without leaving any steps. This small group of people was like ants carrying bread crumbs, with frequent steps but slow movement. The scene made people laugh and cry, and there was an inexplicable sense of joy.
In this gap, seven or eight more people chased after him, swarming up, and there was still a trend of increasing. In the midst of breath, more than a dozen reporters completely imprisoned Lance in place. The increasingly bloated bread crumbs had evolved into cotton candy. Lance could not move at all, and in the end he could only stop helplessly.
"Quiet! Quiet!" Lance shouted loudly, but his voice was completely submerged and could not be transmitted at all. In desperation, he could only take a deep breath, and then a force popped out of his dantian directly. "Quiet!" The roar was like thunder on the ground, causing all the sounds to disappear in an instant, but the remaining restless noise was fluctuating in the air.
Lance raised his hands and rubbed his temples, with a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows, as if he had just experienced a night of gambling or a hangover and was not fully awake. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and then he spoke, "I just came back from Malibu, what happened? Can someone tell me?"
Without the usual humor, the cunning he used to be, and the strength he had in his impression... It is obvious that Lance's "aura" seems to shrink a lot today.
Brian's eyes lit up. This not only meant that the scandal of last night was very likely true, but also meant that Lance's night in Malibu was very wild. This time, Lance could not escape any more, which made Brian excited, but he still suppressed his emotions and shouted, "Lance, did you spend the night in Malibu last night?"
Lance glanced over, but the blue eyes were covered with a layer of mist, which seemed a little cloudy; and Lance was no longer as aggressive as usual. Even when he saw him, he did not show any special sharpness, which made Brian secretly happy. He always felt indescribable aggrievance when facing Lance a few times. Today he finally had the upper hand.
Thinking of this, Brian couldn't help but press the shutter in his hand again and recorded the complete miserable appearance of Lance.
The flash seemed to stimulate Lance's eyes. He couldn't help but close his eyes, and raised his right hand to cover his cheek. This was the simplest symptom after the hangover. Lance said loudly, "If you are just to come over to discuss my daily life, then you can leave."
This was still a Reims-style counterattack, and he was not that easy to deal with even under a hangover state. However, Brian was not discouraged because Lance's attack was not fierce and he did not deny his previous problem, which was actually nodding and admitting. "So, was it until dawn last night?" Brian launched the attack again.
Lance lowered his right hand and looked at Brian with a frown, then he looked away and looked at other reporters, "Who can tell me what the hell is going on? Why are so many people stopping me from going home?"
Seeing Lance's avoidance, Brian couldn't help but clench his fists secretly. He had even thought about how to write the news, "Keira first and then party, Lance's carnival night", this news is explosive enough! It can shape the image of Lance's bad man in just a few words.
In this short space of confrontation, several more reporters arrived at the scene, and the crowd surrounding Lance was approaching twenty people. At this time, someone finally raised the topic to Lance, "Lance, were you with Kaila last night? Are you dating?"
Lance was stunned for a moment, as if his brain needed a little time to operate, and then he smiled, "I remember, Kayla said, we are just friends." He was still strictly guarding, but this sentence had loopholes: "Kela said", in other words, Lance's subtext is whether it is a date or not, or whether it is a date or not. This also continues the previous statement at the premiere.
"But, you stayed in Montage for more than four hours last night. Did you chat for four hours?" Brian spoke again, aggressively.
Lance glanced at Brian, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he was being irritated, but then his smile was released again, "I did have dinner with Kayla last night. I was very busy recently, so I regretted missing the premiere of Kayla's movie. After finally getting free, as an apology, I arranged this dinner. This is just fulfilling the promise of the premiere of the 'the day after tomorrow'."
At the "Day Day Afternoon" premiere, Lance said that they had never met in private. If they had dinner together after the premiere, this was the first date. And this so-called "date" was not fulfilled until last night.
Lance's simple sentence had a world inside, which instantly triggered countless imaginations. However, Brian noticed that Lance avoided the topic of staying overnight in the hotel and continued the past practice of never letting go. Even so, Brian still had no intention of giving up. He said again, "So, if you have the chance, will you ask her out again?"
Lance pursed his lips and said helplessly, "The decision has never been with men, right?"
Chapter completed!