Made in Hollywood

"Jesse, I just suspect you've been deceived by someone else."

Holding the coffee cup in both hands, Michelle Rodriguez looked like a sister, "You'd better go back and ask, Christopher Rockencourt really has a problem."

"How is this possible...how is this possible..."

Neither reluctant to believe nor dared to believe these words, Jessica Alba lost her soul, "What you say can't be true, what you say is definitely not true."

The smile on the corner of Michelle Rodriguez's mouth was fleeting, just a moment ago, Jessica Alba was proudly showing off the heroine of the so-called super masterpiece in front of her like a princess, but now she has taken the lead from the princess. Become a pheasant hiding in a dark corner and dare not face reality.

At the beginning, she also competed for the heroine of the film, but was snatched away by Jessica Alba who suddenly inserted, Michelle Rodriguez has always kept it in mind.

She threw the heavyweight bomb without hesitation, "Don't forget, I also invested half a million dollars in your project. Do I want to see this is fake?"

"Also, I got information from Duke Rosenberg and Frank Pearson that Duke had someone investigate him while he was negotiating with Christopher Rockencourt..."

Jessica Alba's high-spirited eyebrows fell, and her sweet face was completely replaced by a mourning expression. She didn't know how she left the cafe and how she drove back with Christopher Law. Kencourt's rental house.

Now, she has only one thought, to question that bastard!

The door was opened, and Jessica Alba walked in. Christopher Rockencourt was sitting on the sofa leisurely drinking red wine, as high as usual. It seems that that big project can really come to fruition.

"Hey, dear." Christopher Rockencourt saw Jessica Alba walk in in a daze, "Didn't you have a coffee appointment with someone? Are you coming back so soon?"

Hearing her boyfriend's words, Jessica Alba woke up abruptly, cheered herself up, walked over and sat opposite Christopher Rockencourt. His eyes looked straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Christopher Rockencourt was a little puzzled.

Jessica Alba stabilized her mind, and her face gradually changed to a questioning look, "Are you really going to make a super masterpiece?"

Christopher Rockencourt's amazed eyes flashed away, but he remained calm enough, "Dear, haven't you been participating?"

This stupid woman didn't notice anything, did she?

He asked again, "Did something happen. Jesse?"

"You're still lying to me!" Jessica Alba stood up abruptly, "Duke Rosenberg has already had someone find out about your father!"

"What?" Christopher Rockencourt couldn't keep his composure any longer, he stood up immediately, he almost jumped over and grabbed Jessica Alba's shoulder, "What did you say?"

"you liar!"

With Christopher Rockencourt unsuspecting. Jessica Alba raised her arm, slapped him in the face, and made a crisp sound, "You despicable and shameless liar!"

Christopher Rockencourt was stunned for a moment. Then he reacted and slapped the opponent in the face with a slap in the face. The slap was so powerful that Jessica Alba stumbled and fell on the sofa.

She looked at Christopher Rockencourt angrily, "How dare you hit me? You're finished! Duke Rosenberg has discovered your true colors. Those investors won't let you go!"

Hearing these words, Christopher Rockencourt no longer needed confirmation. He glanced at Jessica Alba without any hesitation, and strode towards the study.

He knew very well how serious what he had done was revealed, as well as those in the past...

If those people call the police and he is caught, he will face the angry faces of countless famous people. What will happen to him then?

Entering the study, he took out the suitcase that he had prepared for a long time. Christopher Rockencourt opened the safe and put several passports and a large amount of cash into the suitcase.

But within a minute, a tall figure appeared in the study.

"You can't go!" Jessica Alba blocked the door of her study with a mobile phone, "I invested $1.5 million in your project and took out a mortgage on two properties, don't think about it leave!"

Christopher Rockencourt ignored her at all, just packing his suitcase.

He must leave as soon as possible. If he acts quickly, he might even get the accountants who cooperated with him to transfer the funds that he had used as bait. Although he didn't get a huge sum from Duke Rosenberg, the tens of millions The dollar also allowed him to live comfortably.

"Did you hear that?" Jessica Alba yelled again. "Give me my money back, or I'll call the police!"

Christopher Rockencourt closed the suitcase and stood up slowly, looking at Jessica Alba with sarcasm in his eyes, "You can call the police. Don't forget, dear, that most of the investment is yours. The one who accompanied me and helped me persuade a lot of people, from a legal point of view, you are my accomplice..."

"You..." Jessica Alba glared at him, but the hand holding the phone slowly dropped, and whispered in her mouth, "I won't let you go, I won't let go. yours."

"Hmph..." Christopher Rockencourt sneered, as if he wanted to vent the nausea he had accumulated over the past few days, "I'm a liar, yes, but what are you good at? STDs, cheating, Promiscuity, drug addiction... Ha, there are a few people in Hollywood who have sexually transmitted diseases like you, and the thought of sleeping with you makes me nauseous!"

Having said that, Christopher Rockencourt forcibly suppressed the retching feeling, no longer hiding his disgusted eyes, and strode towards the door where Jessica Alba was, preparing to escape Los Angeles as soon as possible.

He has been in Hollywood for ten years. He knows that in this country, money often represents power. Now that his identity is exposed, he offends a big man with a net worth of at least one billion dollars!

"Get out of the way!" he said coldly as he walked to the door blocked by Jessica Alba.

"You can't go!"

With all his wealth on the so-called big project, of course Jessica Alba wouldn't let him go like this, and reached out and grabbed the suitcase that Christopher Rockencourt was holding in his left hand.

Christopher Rockencourt flashed a stern look in his eyes. Resisting the nausea, he grabbed the long brown hair and threw it into the study. Jessica Alba let out a scream, her hands unconscious. He loosened the suitcase and hugged his head.

"Being yourself too big!" Christopher Rockencourt said coldly, grabbing Jessica Alba's neck with one hand and pushing her into the room.

The difference in strength between men and women was obvious. Jessica Alba staggered forward a few steps, tripped over the carpet again, and fell heavily to the ground, her head accidentally hitting the wooden On the hanger, the burning pain made her dizzy, and in the dizziness, she felt a liquid slide from her head to the tip of her nose.

She reached out and wiped it, her hand was red with blood.

"Disgusting woman!"

At this moment, Christopher Rockencourt's voice came from the direction of the door. The other party's body had already turned around. Jessica Alba was tricked, beaten and scolded, and her last sense completely disappeared.

Her hand touched the back of her body, which was the last preparation she had specially obtained before coming to the study.

Jessica Alba took out a women's revolver from her waist, pointed it at Christopher Rockencourt, and pulled the trigger like she did when she went to the gun club to practice...

"Bang... bang... bang..."

The crisp gunshots sounded three times in a row, but Jessica Alba's wrist strength was obviously insufficient. She was aiming at the back of Christopher Rockencourt, but the first shot hit him in the shoulder, and the second shot. I don't know where it flew, and the third shot hit him in the ass...

As the gunshots rang out, Jessica Alba's accumulated anger instantly vented, and Christopher Rockencourt's painful howl from lying on the ground also reminded her of what she had done just now.

"Merciful Lord..."

The anger disappeared, and panic took over the delicate face again. Jessica Alba hurriedly dropped the revolver and looked at Christopher Rockencourt, who was crying in pain in a pool of blood, not knowing what to do next.

The gunfire woke not only Jessica Alba, but also the neighbors not far away. The neighbors immediately called the police. This is the famous Beverly Hills, but a few minutes later, a patrol police car stopped at Jay. In front of the house where Sika Alba and Christopher Rockencourt rented.

The two patrolmen carefully went in to check the scene, and immediately called for medical assistance. When the ambulance arrived to stop the bleeding for Christopher Rockencourt, the former Hollywood man was already in a coma.

"He's a liar! He lied to everyone in Hollywood!"

In the face of the police's questioning, Jessica Alba experienced too much stimulation in one day, and she was already hysterical, "I fired the gun, and that gun is mine too! I want to kill him! I must kill him. This liar!"

Some news spreads so quickly in the circle that by a little later Frank Pearson had received the news about Jessica Alba's shooting of her boyfriend and made a few phone calls.

Christopher Rockencourt's glorious Hollywood career has come to an end, and even if he recovers from his injuries, he is waiting for the wrath of countless Hollywood celebrities, and the huge amount of fraud is enough to keep him in prison long enough. (To be continued ~^~)

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