The Wolf of Los Angeles-Chapter 405: Promotion from Cotton Farmer to Coal Miner

[Chapter 405: Promotion from Cotton Farmer to Coal Miner]

Early in the morning, Hawke opened his eyes and found himself in a gloomy and terrifying scene.

Hanging from the ceiling were chains, and the copper columns glowed a fiery red, marked with streaks of blood like a haunting cross. The room he found himself in was nothing short of a metal cage.

Raising his arm, he noticed he was clad in an orange prison jumpsuit.

In that moment, Hawke suddenly recalled being the one trapped in a blood bag.

His mind wavered, feeling surreal as if everything happening was a figment of his imagination, and he had been caught, imprisoned in the Ackerman family's dungeon, becoming a source for blood and organs.

Beside him, someone turned over and hugged him. Hawke instinctively reached out, grasping the soft shape, the real sensation pulling him back to reality.

He couldn't help but squeeze it a few times and tug twice more.

...

"Asshole, are you trying to crush them?" Erica suddenly opened her eyes.

Hawke burst into laughter.

"This game is very interesting! This room is awesome, dear; you're a genius."

Once he regained his senses, he found it was all an illusion -- the chains were made of resin, the copper columns were fiberglass with lights, and the so-called torturing tools were all toys.

Erica, dressed in a female officer uniform, checked her watch and jumped off the iron rack bed.

"Time is running out! I have a training course this morning and can't be late."

As Erica changed out of her performance outfit into her clothes, she said, "I never realized how well you understood the whole prisoner thing. Have you ever been to jail?"

"No," Hawke replied. In a previous life, he had spent his time in a cell for serious offenders, with a 200-year sentence hanging over him.

He removed the orange jumpsuit, revealing his muscular torso, and said, "I mentioned a reward yesterday. I saw how excited you were, so I went along with it."

Erica finished changing, "Thanks. Next time we can switch roles and try it out."

Hawke chuckled lewdly, "Let's change rooms."

They both went upstairs and hurried to wash up.

...

After a fun night of play, they overslept. Erica grabbed a few bites of breakfast, and rushed out of the villa, driving away from the estate.

Hawke packed his phone, grabbed his sidearm, and picked up his briefcase before heading out.

Raul had already parked a Mercedes-Benz S at the villa gate.

Hawke got in the car and said, "Head to the office."

Including the bodyguards, three cars left the estate one after another, merging onto the main road heading west.

By the time Hawke arrived at the office, the day was already in full swing.

But it didn't matter to the chairman.

...

Upon reaching the 16th floor, Hawke's assistant Lucat approached him. "The headhunting manager from Glimmer International, Jett Brown, is here."

Hawke walked straight into the meeting room.

Jett Brown, who stood a head shorter than him, approached and shook hands.

"I've been running around for your recent assignment and finally found a few suitable candidates."

Hawke nodded slightly, gesturing to the couch area. "Let's sit down and chat."

Jett took a seat on a single-person sofa and smiled. "There are plenty of candidates, but many don't want to switch jobs. I've traversed multiple large cities across America and finally managed to make progress."

He handed Hawke the materials he had. "Here's the information on three candidates."

Hawke took it and glanced over the first candidate from Boston, a middle-aged man named Green, currently serving as an assistant manager at a securities and investment firm.

The next candidate was from Los Angeles, an Asian named Susan Lee, a second-generation immigrant from Korea.

The last candidate was a middle-aged man named Keene, of Irish descent, from Chicago's Nord Investment Foundation, currently serving as a vice president.

Hawke immediately ruled out the woman, thinking there would be many private discussions with the investment manager in the future, and interacting alone with a woman posed too many risks.

As he was promoting the evolution of women's rights, he planned to take action against his opponents and couldn't allow them to land blows on him.

Regarding the other two men, both had impressive resumes, having worked their way up from the ground floor to their current positions.

Hawke set the woman's file aside and said, "Choose between Green and Keene. Contact them and have them come to Los Angeles within a week for an interview with me."

While he considered the woman capable, Jett Brown was highly professional, putting the client's needs first without asking why, replying, "I'll reach out to Green and Keene immediately."

Hawke reiterated, "I'm only waiting one week."

Jett stood up to leave, "I understand."

...

Back in his office, Hawke worked diligently for a while before Edward entered.

Trailing behind was the exuberant Frank, dressed in a floral shirt, beige skinny pants, and white shoes, with a black beret hat that made him appear much younger, fitting the description of a cool old man.

Frank stood across from Hawke, grinning. "How do I look?"

Hawke gave a thumbs up. "You look thirty years younger."

"If you wore this, you'd be begging for money!" Edward replied jokingly. "This outfit cost me $3,520!"

Frank turned to stare at him, frowning. "You're a multimillionaire, and you still care about money?"

Edward self-deprecatingly remarked, "I'm just a cotton farmer."

Frank waved his hand dismissively. "You've leveled up; I've decided -- you're a coal miner now."

That made Hawke chuckle. He then asked Frank, "You are dressed so flamboyantly, are you planning to get engaged?"

Frank replied, "I've joined the Baywatch team; I'm now a volunteer, so I have to maintain a good image."

Edward exposed his intention, "He's trying to charm all six of those lovely girls on the rescue team at the same time."

"They're feminists. Be careful; you might end up drained dry," Hawke warned.

"I don't have anything to lose, so what's there to worry about?" Frank shrugged. "The only valuable thing I have is that RV, which belongs to West Coast Media Entertainment Studio."

Edward shook his head in amazement. "No money, no shame, and getting on in years, you've truly become invincible in this world!"

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Frank stood proudly, taking on the persona of a king. "Unfortunately, I'm not as well-off as I was back in Hollywood."

Hawke couldn't help but get curious, asking, "Who exactly was your ex-wife? Why don't you ever mention her? We aren't going to do anything about it."

Edward chuckled broadly. "I might just meet the ex-wife of the kid she had with you; don't forget, I'm a multimillionaire now, who knows..."

"Shut it!" Frank shot back, clearly irritated. "I won't reveal anything for your sake!"

He pointed at Edward's nose, "Don't daydream. Some things are better left unsaid, but they should never be done. It could end up deadly."

They were used to joking around. Edward chuckled, "I know, I know."

Hawke reminded Frank, "Take care of your health; don't let what happened a few days ago happen again. You aren't young anymore."

Frank couldn't help but boast again, "Don't worry. I won't take on too many girls at once, at most just 1 to 2. After all, I'm getting older and can't jump in with a crowd like I used to."

Hawke didn't bother continuing the conversation.

Frank planned to head back to Venice Beach.

Hawke needed to visit the old Twitter building, so he had Edward drive to drop off Frank on the way.

...

The original four-story building had been renamed the West Coast Building.

The now-empty West Coast Media Entertainment Studio, used as a tax shelter, included the Osment Charitable Foundation and the recently established West Coast Investment Fund, with their offices located here.

Out of these, the charitable foundation was already operational.

Its main mission involved the four rescue stations under it, supported by the Ackerman Foundation that specialized in assisting the homeless.

The foundation's chairman, Pierce Madden, had previously mentioned plans for tree-planting in Africa, which had since evolved into a mere paper plan.

Once Hawke's income increased again, they could execute it.

At that point, he would need to make a trip to Africa.

Hawke had hunted many fierce beasts before and felt confident that Africa's lions and hyenas would welcome him and Erica with their hunting rifles.

He was aware that the tasks he was undertaking were a bit daring, but he could always rely on the African plan as a backup.

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North of New York, at the Chappaqua Estate.

This was the residence of the Clinton couple in New York State, covering over 11 acres.

During the latter part of Clinton's administration, Hillary prepared for her political career by purchasing a luxury home in New York State, and in 2000, she was elected as a senator, a position she maintained to this day.

Clinton returned to New York on a flight from Miami, courtesy of wealthy businessman Epstein, urging the driver to get to Chappaqua Estate quickly.

Chelsea ran to her father as he arrived and embraced him warmly.

Yet, the girl bore no resemblance to Clinton.

Hillary shot a piercing glance at her husband, saying, "You're late."

Clinton hurried to explain, "I was handling a little trouble for Jeffrey; you know he's under investigation by the FBI lately."

Hillary warned, "Don't get too involved. If it becomes irredeemable, take him out directly."

"Hey, Mom!" Chelsea voiced her discontent, "I'm still here!"

Hillary replied, "Dear, as a woman, if you want to maintain power, you must act decisively."

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