The Wolf of Los Angeles-Chapter 409: Just Watching the Drama

[Chapter 409: Just Watching the Drama]

Venice, the Imperial Seaside Bay Resort.

Under the scorching summer noon sun, dazzlingly bright and blinding, Hawke took out his sunglasses and put them on. He sat under the umbrella on the top floor of a three-story villa, sipping a glass of chilled lemon soda, leisurely watching the neighboring villa across the street.

Frank, wearing floral shorts, held up a telescope and praised, "There are so many beautiful women."

This was a villa Hawke rented with his cash to enjoy the show.

One after another, luxury cars arrived and parked at the villa entrance as a series of glamorous women got out and went inside.

Zzzzz, the sound of radio equipment being calibrated, as Edward worked on tuning the wireless receiver.

Frank turned his head, looked over, and asked, "Is that your cotton planting device?"

"You bastard!" Edward scolded angrily, "We asked you only to come watch the show; shut your mouth!"

Once the signal was established, Juan was communicating with surveillance personnel at various locations.

Soon, a woman's voice came over the radio, "Reni has arrived."

Hawke put down his cup and looked toward the villa door. A white Buick van stopped, and as the sliding door opened, the incredibly sexy Reni stepped out.

Along with her, three other girls came along.

Frank asked, "Are these your undercover agents?"

Hawke replied, "They are prepared by the people below. I'm just here for the show."

He opened the refrigerator, took out a prepared honey-dew melon, and placed it on the table.

Frank frowned, saying, "You should have prepared a watermelon for the savior."

Hawke ignored him, grabbed a slice of honey-dew, and became a true spectator.

Inside the wireless receiver, Juan's team's conversations kept coming through.

Among these, Elena was about to call Tiger Woods' wife, Elin, to make the scene even more exciting.

Frank then asked, "Can't you receive signals from eavesdropping devices or hidden cameras?"

Edward swallowed the melon in his mouth and replied, "No, we need more professional equipment for that."

Frank patted his thigh, "Looks like we're missing the live broadcast."

"Better not to have the live stream," Hawke said as he threw away the melon rind and wiped his hands with a tissue. "Watching from the coast breeze, seeing Woods handling dozens of women alone -- isn't that a tragedy?"

At that moment, Hawke once again activated the king mode: "After all, you guys haven't played, I have, so naturally you'd be jealous."

Hawke withdrew the tray of snacks, making Frank's outstretched hand miss.

The king doesn't need to watch the drama.

...

Meanwhile, inside the villa, Reni arrived at the hall entrance, where two burly women in suits held a plastic basket and had labels nearby.

Everyone entering the hall had to hand over their phones and other electronics.

Reni approached, stuck a label on herself, and placed her phone and MP3 into the basket.

One of the burly women started checking.

Reni opened her bag for inspection.

The women ahead of her were also peeling off their outer layers.

Reni did the same, taking off her long coat to reveal a bikini decorated with lace, rhinestones, and metallic sequins.

The hefty woman waved her hand, let her in.

...

Dozens of pretty women gathered, surrounding Jocelyn James and Tiger Woods, dancing wildly to the music.

Alcohol was freely poured, clothes flying everywhere.

Reni kept facing the direction where Tiger Woods was.

The most intense part was happening there.

The crowd was so large that many waited in line or watched from the sidelines while cheering. Reni stayed on the periphery, shouting along with everyone else.

All these sounds and sights were transmitted to nearby signal receivers, recorded by onboard recorders and video recorders.

...

After a long time, on the rooftop terrace of the three-story villa, the signal receiver picked up Lareya's voice.

"Woods' wife is here."

Hawke raised the telescope, scanning the northeast road, where a BMW was rushing toward them.

Frank stood up abruptly, bracing himself against the railing, using the telescope to observe.

The wireless receiver kept transmitting Juan's team's voices.

"This villa is registered under Elin and Woods' names; Elin should have the keys."

"Good show's about to start."

"Quick, Elin didn't go to the front door, she detoured to the side, where there's a small door usually unused."

"Team 1, stay at the main gate! Team 2, switch to the side door!"

In Hawke's telescope, the BMW turned off the main road.

Frank saw the scene disappear from the terrace, so he rushed off the balcony, climbed onto the roof, and looked down through the decorative chimney.

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Hawke and Edward, worried that the old guy might fall, hurried to follow.

...

Elin stopped her car next to the side door, found a set of keys, tried them, and quickly opened the security door. She hurried inside.

The door might have been never opened after renovation, with some clutter stacked inside.

Elin heard the explosive music and followed the sound out of the corridor into the hall.

Inside, a bunch of beautiful women, either naked or even more alluring than naked, were shouting and excitedly celebrating.

All eyes were on Woods.

He seemed like the ruler of this world, wielding the most primitive weapon -- his dominance over women.

Everyone was acting crazily.

Elin wasn't unfamiliar with this scene because she was a former model, a very open-minded Scandinavian model.

She'd participated in similar activities before.

But it was totally different from now because she was once part of the ruling group.

Now, her husband was the ruler.

Elin couldn't take it anymore. She looked around, grabbed a water basin, went to the bathroom for cold water, and stormed into the living room.

...

Most women thought Elin was just joining in or doing something new and didn't stop her.

Before Reni arrived, she was told what to do, immediately turned slightly, and aimed her chest at Elin.

Elin charged from behind Tiger Woods, poured the cold water over his head.

Woods shivered, coming to his senses with a shot of adrenaline, turned around, just in time to see Elin's furious face.

She didn't say a word and just turned to leave.

"Hey, wait for me," Woods hurriedly grabbed his pants from the ground, chasing after her. "Listen, I need to talk to you, seriously."

Elin didn't stop, went back the way she came, and exited through the side door.

Woods quickly put on his pants, fastened his belt, and even before zipping up, ran after her.

...

Near the corner of the nearby villa's wall, a camera lens popped out, rapidly filming everything.

On the other side, someone was lying on the car seat inside, filming through the glass window.

...

Woods' shirt was off, his pants showed half his butt, and he quickly grabbed the BMW driver's door, saying, "You need to listen to me; this is a special situation."

Elin bypassed the front of the car, got into the passenger seat.

Woods scrambled into the driver's seat, trying to start the car and leave.

"Get out, and get lost!" Elin yelled.

Woods started the engine, thinking about getting away and talking it out at home.

The car zoomed off with a roar.

"Stop!" Elin's voice was icy.

Woods ignored her and drove onto the main road.

Elin's furious voice kept coming.

The car left the villa area, entered the main road.

Two cars followed quietly behind.

...

On the rooftop of a three-story villa, Hawke took the elevator down. When Edward and Frank joined him, they went downstairs together.

A Mercedes was parked at the gate. The three of them got in and drove out, heading northeast.

He drove fast, soon catching up with the BMW in front.

The car's driving was unstable, actually swerving in an S-shape.

...

"Stop! I told you to stop, and get out!" Elin's emotionally charged outburst, like many women's, ended with her trying to seize the steering wheel.

Woods quickly eased off the gas, pressed the brake lightly, trying to steady the wheel.

But Elin screamed piercingly, bastarding the wheel toward herself.

The BMW lost control and crashed into a tree on the roadside.

Fortunately, the brakes and accelerator were under Woods' feet. Calm and careful, he stomped the brakes, the car slammed into the tree, deforming half the front.

The airbags deployed, and both in the car felt dazed from the impact.

...

Soon, the airbags deflated, Elin shook her head, and got out, plopping onto the curb.

Meanwhile, the driver's side door of the car opened, and Woods staggered out, looking at Elin with a strange, unfamiliar gaze, as if seeing her for the first time.

Elin, startled by his stare, stood up and yelled, "Do you want to kill me?! Do you want to kill me just to keep fooling around with those women?"

Woods looked at his hands. He thought -- wasn't it you grabbing the steering wheel?

Nearby, curious cars had stopped and were watching intently.

...

Lareya and Elena, who had been filming from the car, got out quickly and snapped photos of both.

A Mercedes parked nearby without blocking the way, Frank watching Elin's madness and said, "See that? Once a woman loses control, she becomes a terrifying creature, believing that no one in this world can hurt her, thinking she's the one who rules everything."

He seemed to remember something and stopped talking.

Edward chimed in, "Because over the past few decades, men have been told to act gentlemanly..."

Hawke heard sirens and said, "This part's pretty much done now."

...

In the vacation villa area, Juan's car had already organized and uploaded the recordings and videos into the computer, waiting for Lareya and Elena to finish so they could send everything to the Coast Tower and sell the news to Twitter.

Reni, surrounded by women, retrieved her phone, dressed again, and with the commands of the female security, she left in her car, heading out.

Juan then reunited with Lareya and headed straight for Twitter with the news.

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