69novels Chapter 103 Richard Gere's Horror
Chapter 103 Richard Gere's Horror
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Jingle Bell!
The ringing of the telephone woke Richard Gere from his deep sleep.
He mumbled as he turned over, only to find that the warm, soft body beside him had turned into cold, hard bedding.
The beauty left sometime ago!
He didn't seem to care. He wriggled like a maggot, moved closer to the bedside table, and picked up the phone.
Richard, where are you?
"Pat, I'm home."
"Bullshit, I'm right here in your house—Cindy just packed her bags and left. You're in big trouble."
"what?"
Richard Gere was a little more lucid, but his mind, which had been filled with bourbon the night before, was still somewhat muddled.
"Cindy's gone? Where did she go?"
She doesn't have anything planned lately, and we agreed to go to Paris together next week for Spring/Summer Fashion Week—no, what's the big problem? Pat, what are you talking about?
On the phone was Richard Gere's agent, Pat Kingsley.
A highly influential agent in Hollywood during the 1990s.
Her agency not only boasts veteran stars like Richard Gere, but also rising stars such as Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. Her PR firm, PMK, is a top-tier Hollywood public relations team with extensive experience.
There was a hint of panic in her voice.
"Tell me first, where are you?"
"My villa here on Monica Beach."
"Get up immediately, turn on the TV, and then go get the newspaper."
Damn it, I warned you not to provoke enemies everywhere—I'm on my way now. Also, contact Cindy. No matter what she says, don't argue with her, keep her calm, and ideally, get Cindy to come to you now.
Also, is Uma with you?
"Not here."
"I don't care if she's there or not, just make her leave immediately, and don't contact her for a while."
After Kingsley finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Richard Gere was completely bewildered, but he realized that something must have gone wrong!
He was much more awake, and he scrambled out of bed, got dressed, went to the living room, and turned on the TV.
He then strode out of the villa gate, picked up a newspaper wrapped in plastic sheeting on the lawn in front of the gate, and turned back into the house.
On TV, ABC's "Good Morning America" was playing.
Host Joan Lunden is reporting on some of the fun entertainment news from Hollywood yesterday.
He is a co-host of the GMA entertainment section.
Richard Gere stretched and took the newspaper out of the tarpaulin.
As a prominent figure frequently appearing in entertainment headlines, Richard Gere primarily subscribes to the Los Angeles Times, The Hollywood Reporter, The Hollywood Citizen, and The New York Times. Although he resides in Hollywood, The New York Times, as one of the most authoritative newspapers in the United States, provides extensive daily coverage of Hollywood's cultural and entertainment news.
Richard Gere certainly wouldn't miss out either.
He easily flipped to the entertainment section, where a truly shocking headline caught his eye: "The Best" Gentleman.
Below is a photo.
Richard Gere recognized it immediately; the photo was taken at his villa.
It's the swimming pool in the backyard.
A man and a woman were passionately kissing in the pool. The man was him, and the woman—although her face was blurred—was still recognizable to him as Uma Thurman.
Damn!
He shivered and quickly continued.
He was a Hollywood heartthrob, a good husband, a good man, and a great gentleman, but he had a different side.
The article specifically names Richard Gere.
Uma Thurman's name has been replaced by "famous actress", but anyone familiar with her can easily recognize her.
Richard Gere's extramarital affair has been confirmed!
More importantly, the article contains further details about him.
For example, domestic violence, verbal abuse—there was another photo in the newspaper, showing Richard Gere trying to slap Cindy, and Cindy later wearing sunglasses, trying her best to cover up, but unable to hide the marks on her face.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Who's messing with me?
Richard Gild was immediately panicked.
He now understood what Kingsley meant by the "big trouble" he mentioned on the phone.
"I utterly despise people who link bloodline and culture; in my view, that's just trolling."
"Theist."
Elizabeth's voice came from the television.
Then, the host, Joanne, said in a sarcastic tone, "I see. No wonder Mr. Richard Gere has been criticizing a teenager in private. Woody was right. Don't use the mindset of an ordinary person to judge the world of a genius."
I am now very much looking forward to seeing what kind of work "Canal Street Subway Station" is, which has been praised by Ms. Michiko Kakutani and Ms. Hardwicke.
Next up is the audience hotline. Let's hear what everyone is interested in today.
"Richard is just a show-off, always putting on airs on screen, and he can only fool women who stay at home all day watching soap operas."
Richard was wronged.
I saw him and Cindy on Hollywood Boulevard just a few days ago; they looked very affectionate.
"Putting aside the facts, was that Chinese-American kid named Jeffrey completely innocent?"
"Only beep ...
Richard Gere sat in front of the television, his face dark, without saying a word.
He didn't watch the live broadcast yesterday and didn't know what happened—but he wasn't stupid and could guess a clue.
He just didn't understand why ABC would endorse that Chingchong.
Footsteps could be heard outside.
Pat Kingsley walked in from outside the door.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Richard Gere sitting in the living room.
Without saying a word, he walked smoothly to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of distilled water, poured a full glass, and then drank it all in one gulp.
"Richard, things aren't looking good."
Just then, the telephone rang in the living room.
It wasn't the landline ringing.
Richard Gere snapped out of his daze, pulled a mobile phone out of the sofa cushions, extended the antenna, and then answered the call.
"Richard, you bastard, how could you do this to Uma?"
The voice sounded somewhat familiar.
Richard Gere's mind was in a mess at the moment, and he instinctively cursed, "Who are you, fucking f***ing."
"I am Quentin, and I'm telling you, we are enemies from now on, mortal adversaries!"
"You bastard! You're already married, why did you seduce Uma? She's so good, so innocent, how could you do this?"
"Who do you think you are, pointing fingers at me?"
Uma did it voluntarily, what's it to you?
"She's my friend. I'm telling you, if she suffers even the slightest injustice, I'll kill you with my revolver."
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? You foot fetishist, E.T.!"
"You're dead, Richard Gere, you're dead!"
Richard Gere angrily slammed down the phone and yelled at Kingsley, "Look at these people! They're lunatics!"
"Quentin? Quentin Tarantino, the director?"
"That's him!"
"Are you crazy? Why did you provoke him?"
"What does it matter? It's just that we made a movie called 'Reservoir Dogs'."
I would never work with that level of director. What am I afraid of? Besides, you saw it yourself, he was the one who called and yelled at me. If I didn't yell back, how would I save face? For a small-time director like him, Kingsley, you're making a mountain out of a molehill."
"But he's a director, and a director who won the Palme d'Or."
"It's just a French award; I don't need to use such a worthless award to boost my social standing."
"Richard, that's one of the three major European film awards—it might not seem like much to you, but it's still the best film award in Europe. And Quentin Tarantino's new film has received excellent reviews and enjoys a high reputation among film critics."
Miramax secured 1330 screens for its opening, and the film is sure to be a huge hit.
By then, he'll have become a great director, and you, because of a petty argument, will have offended a great director, and Miramax as well.
Richard Gere opened his mouth but did not refute.
But it was clear that he was not convinced.
That's normal, since his partners are the Big Seven studios, not second-tier production companies like Miramax under the Big Seven.
To be honest, he really didn't take Miramax and Quentin seriously.
The phone rang again.
Richard Gere glanced at it and quickly stood up to answer the call.
"It's Cindy!"
He didn't make a sound, but his lip movements were very clear, and Kingsley immediately understood.
"Soothe them properly!"
Kingsley also remained silent, instead lip-reading to remind Richard Gere.
Richard Gere nodded and answered the phone.
"Honey----"
"Richard, let's get a divorce!"
Over the phone, Cindy Crawford delivered an ultimatum to Richard Gere in a icy tone.
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