"You… who are you?"
The corn-rowed guy completely forgot that his head was bleeding, staring blankly at the dozen men in suits.
Gilbert didn't even bother with them. He simply waved at Avril Lavigne. "Vivian, come here."
Avril Lavigne beamed with joy, hopping forward like an energetic little rabbit. Then, like a swallow returning to its nest, she leapt into Gilbert's arms, her fair legs wrapping around his waist.
The thugs surrounding them were completely dumbfounded, not daring to interfere.
Feeling Avril Lavigne slipping, Gilbert held her up by supporting her butt.
Because she was wearing a short skirt, Gilbert's hands directly touched her soft, smooth, not-so-big but still perky hips.
Avril Lavigne shot him a white-eyed glance, then closed her eyes, pursing her lips and offering a kiss.
And so, under the eyes of everyone present, the punk princess and the Hollywood director Gilbert performed a sensual scene. Someone had already taken out a phone to record it—despite the low resolution, the images were clear enough.
Needless to say, this would probably be tomorrow's gossip headline.
But that wasn't surprising; Gilbert attending the Grammys with Avril Lavigne already proved their relationship wasn't ordinary.
Gilbert noticed Avril Lavigne's kissing technique was quite inexperienced—she likely didn't have much practice.
So, as the experienced one, he guided her. The punk princess learned quickly, and soon they were engaging in a playful exchange within the limited space.
After a long kiss, the inexperienced Avril Lavigne was gasping for breath.
"All right, get down now. We should go." Gilbert patted her small head.
At this moment Avril Lavigne seemed exceptionally obedient, entirely different from the fierce punk princess who had faced off against the thugs earlier. She nestled in Gilbert's arms, enjoying the sense of safety he brought.
Gilbert waved, and Eminem walked over.
"For something like this, would the police normally step in?"
Before Eminem could answer, the bar's manager ran up and explained quickly: "Sir, you know… unless it's something serious, we usually don't call the police."
"Oh?" Gilbert's eyes narrowed. "So if I hadn't shown up today, wouldn't Vivian have been defiled by these thugs?"
The manager scratched his neck awkwardly. "N-no, of course not. Most of our regulars are public figures with status. If something unsafe happened here, who would dare come?
I already called the bar's security… you were simply faster."
This explanation was reasonable, and Eminem nodded. "He's right. That's normally how it goes."
Gilbert glanced at the bar's layout, called over his assistant, signed a check, and slapped it onto the manager's chest.
"Tell your boss that this bar has a new owner."
"W-wait, this… no…"
The manager was stunned. It was his first time experiencing someone literally throwing money at him.
Before he could say anything else, Gilbert had already walked onto the stage and signaled everyone to quiet down.
"Everyone, starting now, I'm the new owner of this bar. Due to business needs, we'll be renovating, so we're closing for today. Please leave for now, thank you.
When we reopen, drinks will be free for the first three days—my treat…"
Gilbert's generosity naturally stirred cheers from the remaining customers. They had witnessed a dramatic scene and now had the chance for free drinks—totally worth it.
Soon, all customers left. Only Gilbert's bodyguards, the thugs who harassed Avril Lavigne, the bar manager, and the staff remained.
Gilbert nodded to the head bodyguard, then sat at the bar with Avril Lavigne, asking the bartender to make him a drink.
Eminem felt awkward, wondering whether he should leave.
Gilbert called to him. "Sit and have a drink with me. Be my witness."
Eminem didn't really understand, but he sat down anyway. He probably wouldn't be dragged into anything troublesome.
The head bodyguard, Rann, used to be part of the Secret Service, guarding the big shots in Washington. Later Gilbert hired him at a high salary. He had a scar across his face, making his smile especially vicious.
Rann grinned at the trembling thugs. "Boys, the boss has a task for you—smash this bar for me."
The thugs immediately dropped to their knees, begging for mercy.
But Rann wasn't about to let them off. "Smash it. If you don't smash it, I'll smash you."
Under his intimidation, the thugs had no choice but to start breaking things. At first, they were careful, but Rann kept yelling:
"Faster! Didn't you eat today?"
"My grandma could smash faster than you!"
"Whoever smashes too slow—I'll strip him naked and make him streak down the Walk of Fame."
Just like that, the thugs smashed things more and more aggressively. The once well-kept bar was instantly turned into a wreck, no longer resembling its former appearance.
The bar manager looked heartbroken, and the staff were all stunned. What kind of situation was this? They had never seen anything like it. Were all Hollywood big shots into such strange hobbies?
Avril Lavigne understood that Gilbert was venting anger on her behalf, and she felt incredibly happy.
Her punk princess spirit flared up, and she excitedly said to Gilbert, "Can I smash something too?"
Gilbert nodded slightly. "Of course you can, but be careful."
"Don't worry!" Avril Lavigne happily joined in the smashing.
The girl was full of destructive energy, but she normally never had a chance to wreck an entire bar. With Gilbert here today, she was finally able to indulge herself completely.
Eminem watched dumbfounded. He asked Gilbert, "Sir, what exactly is this supposed to mean?"
Gilbert didn't respond. Instead, he gestured toward a nearby man who was holding a calculator and a notebook, muttering calculations under his breath.
Eminem walked over to take a look—and nearly fainted.
A single glass cup was listed at five hundred dollars. After those thugs finished smashing everything, the total value in that notebook would reach several million dollars.
And if those thugs had to compensate several million dollars, they wouldn't pay it off even in their next lifetime!
Eminem trembled after reading the notebook. In his heart, he swore never to offend Gilbert. This man was ruthless. Offending him meant a miserable end.
After half an hour of intense destruction, everything in the bar that could be smashed had been smashed.
Gilbert lost interest in watching and said to the manager, "Someone will come tomorrow to complete the transfer. Handle it."
The bar manager nodded blankly, completely dumbfounded.
"Let's go," Gilbert said, pulling Avril Lavigne's hand as he walked out of the bar. Eminem followed behind.
Rann looked at the notebook, then said to the panting thugs, "You have collectively damaged bar property totaling 2.83 million dollars.
After deducting medical expenses, you owe this bar 2.8 million dollars. Sign and press your fingerprints. I'll visit you each month to collect the debt."
The thugs were horrified—the corn-rowed thug's voice was almost sobbing.
"But—but you were the ones who told us to smash everything! Why do we still have to pay?"
Rann shrugged. "Then you could've refused. Try that next time."
He waved. "Take them home. Make sure they sign and stamp."
The thugs cursed nonstop, but it was useless—they were dragged off by the bodyguards. Rann muttered to himself, "Who told you to provoke the boss? You won't pay this off even in eight lifetimes."
If the corn-rowed gang had known this would happen, they would never have dared provoke Avril Lavigne.
The lights had been dim; how were they supposed to know she was the punk princess? And even worse—she was Gilbert's woman. Someone like Gilbert was not someone they could afford to offend.
After the thugs were taken away, a bodyguard asked Rann, "Rann, can they even repay that much money?"
"Repay? If they can repay it, ghosts would dance." Rann shrugged. "The boss just wanted to vent anger for our punk princess."
The bodyguard tilted his head. So that's how rich people coaxed their women—unique, to say the least. He had learned something… and also learned he could never imitate it.
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