Eminem walked out of the bar and saw Gilbert and Avril Lavigne getting into a luxurious Bentley.
"Should I have someone take you home?" Gilbert asked Eminem.
Eminem just wanted to get away from Gilbert, so he waved his hands repeatedly, refusing, "No, no, I drove myself."
"Alright then, be careful."
With that, Gilbert Jr. drove off in the Bentley.
"Gibert you were so manly just now, really great!"
Avril Lavigne hooked her arm around Gilbert neck, a little excited.
"Hey, be careful, I'm driving!"
"Hehe," Avril Lavigne settled into the passenger seat, and Gilbert thoughtfully reminded her to fasten her seatbelt.
"Okay, it's time to take you home."
"No, I don't want to go back."
"Then where do you want to go?"
"I want to go to Hollywood Hills Drive in Griffith Park. There's a Casey Point there, the best place to see the Los Angeles night view and starry sky. Let's go there."
"Uh, okay!" Gilbert started the car and turned, driving towards Casey Point.
Avril Lavigne seemed particularly excited, even singing in the car. Getting the punk princess to sing for you isn't an opportunity every day.
To avoid disturbing Gilbert and Avril Lavigne's date at Casey Point, the assistant arranged for the area to be cleared out beforehand.
When the two arrived, Casey Point was deserted, with only streetlights, the distant Los Angeles night view, and the starry sky overhead creating a perfect date spot.
"We're here." Gilbert parked the car and turned to look at Avril Lavigne.
She was wearing a white T-shirt, which accentuated her curvaceous, petite figure. There's a saying that goes, "Small is cute."
Beneath the short skirt were a pair of smooth, fair legs.
Generally speaking, the skin of Caucasians in Europe and America is not as delicate and firm as that of Asians and Black people, but Avril Lavigne was an exception.
Having already learned about Gilbert's preferences from Scarlett, Avril Lavigne took off her canvas shoes and tossed her pink rabbit-embroidered socks onto the back seat.
A pair of crystal-clear little feet, painted with light pink nail polish, attracted Gilbert's gaze.
Seeing Gilbert staring at her little feet, Avril Lavigne smiled. The usually cool little princess's smile was sweet, innocent, and angelic.
Her large, dark-shadowed eyes, with their cool, captivating beauty, blinked instantly, drawing every man's heart and even their kidneys.
"Carry me out..."
Gilbert, with an air of superiority, carried Avril Lavigne out and placed her on the hood of the Bentley.
The night was a bit chilly, and Gilbert took a blanket from the back seat, offering it to Avril Lavigne, but she refused.
"The starry sky is beautiful, isn't it?"
Avril Lavigne clung to Gilbert's arm, gazing at the night sky and the distant cityscape.
"I fell in love with this place the first time I came here. I vowed then that if I ever fell in love with someone, I would bring them here."
Gilbert, his arms around Avril Lavigne's soft waist, asked, "Vivian, won't you regret it?"
"Of course not, why would I regret it?"
Avril Lavigne was puzzled by Gilbert's question. She pouted and asked him for a kiss.
"Enjoy this moment, kiss me…"
The atmosphere was harmonious, and the streetlight flickered, seemingly ashamed to witness the couple's infidelity. Of course, it could also be that the streetlight was too romantic and wanted to join in.
The two exchanged passionate breaths until they were both panting.
It was a bit chilly outside, so Gilbert carried Avril Lavigne back into the car, reclining the back seat to create a makeshift bed.
Under the starry sky of Cape Casey, they expressed themselves in the most primal way. At that moment, the sky in the distance over Cape Casey was a stunning pale purple, the most captivating sight at the location.
This view is usually only visible around 7 pm on a clear night.
But now that time had passed, the rare appearance of such a sky color was a testament to Gilbert and Avril Lavigne's good fortune.
Enjoying the thrill of the experience, Avril Lavigne gazed at the distant sky, a melody suddenly echoing in her mind. She remembered it, intending to turn it into a song.
The process was pleasant for those enjoying themselves. Gilbert, with the car's air conditioning on, covered himself with a blanket and lay down with Avril Lavigne on the reclined back seat.
"Fuck, Gilbert, I love you," Avril Lavigne murmured, clinging to Gilbert's neck, her sweet talk uttered in her signature style.
Gilbert chuckled, "Vivian, I love you too."
"Really?" Avril Lavigne pressed, "Then do you love me more, or others more?"
"Let me think... I'll love you more tonight, maybe it'll be even tomorrow," Gilbert laughed.
Avril Lavigne was furious: "Fuck, that's not fair! Let's do it again!"
"Alright, alright, alright, aren't you tired after all this? Get some rest!"
Gilbert soothed Avril Lavigne, who then nestled obediently in his arms, still asking, "Why? Why couldn't I have met you sooner and been your first woman?"
Gilbert stroked Avril Lavigne's blonde hair and whispered in her ear, "What if I told you I knew you in my past life?"
"Really?" Avril Lavigne looked at Gilbert with curious eyes: "Then tell me, am I still as beautiful as ever, and can I still sing? Are you my knight?"
"Of course," Gilbert hugged Avril Lavigne even tighter: "I shielded her from all danger, and then..."
"And then what? Tell me quickly."
"Then I killed the prince and took you away."
"Damn it," Avril Lavigne flipped over and sat on Gilbert, revealing her snow-white body: "I will avenge the prince and drain your sword dry."
"Really?" Gilbert pressed Avril Lavigne down again. "My sword has slain countless enemies; you won't be able to take me down…"
"Damn it, come on, who's afraid of who…"
It was a romantic yet intense night. Although the scenery at Cape Casey was beautiful, it was still a bit chilly.
To prevent her from catching a cold, Gilbert took Avril Lavigne back to her apartment and told her to rest well.
Meanwhile, the internet was buzzing. Gilbert's attendance at the Grammys already generated considerable buzz. Then, rumors circulated that a female rapper had tried to sleep with Gilbert but failed.
If that wasn't sensational enough, Gilbert's brawl in a bar over the punk princess was enough to grab attention.
Casual netizens commented that Gilbert had taken advantage of another girl, while movie fans were indifferent; they only cared about his work, not his private life.
As for Avril Lavigne's male fans, they were heartbroken and launched an online attack on Gilbert.
The next day, mainstream media outlets primarily reported on the Grammys, while tabloids focused their sensationalism on Gilbert and Avril Lavigne.
TMZ's headline was particularly exaggerated: "Gibert's harem grows another member; is the Chinese emperor, obsessed with ancient Chinese culture, going to adopt a harem of three thousand beauties?"
If Gilbert had so many publicly acknowledged girlfriends in China, he would likely face a barrage of criticism.
Of course, even if such a situation existed, the media wouldn't usually publicize it. Unless he offended someone and was dumped, this would be used as a point of attack.
But in North America and the West, the public's nerves have been hardened by Hollywood stars, and this is nothing to them.
Of course, there are limits to this.
If something like an island, a love for young girls, or extravagant parties were to occur, it would still be enough to become a scandal that shocks the world.
Such situations are actually quite common, but the media is controlled by capital, and they selectively keep the public in the dark.
However, things are different now. After all, Rick Evans's spy operation is progressing smoothly, and Gilbert possesses evidence enough to cause a major storm.
Since the gossip media has already reported it, Avril Lavigne has stopped pretending. A few days later, she moved into Melon Estate with bags full of belongings, becoming its seventh mistress.
Naomi Watts and Jennifer Connelly, as representatives of the sisterhood, welcomed her, and the scene of the sisters fighting that the gossip media had imagined didn't happen.
Watching the women get along harmoniously, the reporters doubted their eyes, but it was indeed the case.
Everyone could only sigh, wishing they had Gilbert's power; they too could have a harem, and it could be harmonious. But unfortunately, it was just a dream.
After his Grammy trip, Gilbert returned to work.
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