Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 58 Painful Trouble

"Grandma, I'm sorry, I—can't have dinner at home, I have to—go back to California as soon as possible, I need to talk to me about something, I'm sorry... um, ok, I see, I love you."

Turning off the phone, Angela sighed, looked at the bustling streets of New York outside, and then said to Brian: "We'll go to pick up Mr. Avner from Smont Street, godfather, grandma wants him to give grandpa a comprehensive physical examination .”

"Okay, let's go now." Brian said, turning the steering wheel and turning towards Smont Street.

When he got there, Mr. Avner was already waiting with the equipment that needed to be used.

"I'm sorry, I need you to pick me up. My car hasn't been fixed yet after being sent for repairs. Their efficiency is really horrible." Mr. Avner said and put the equipment into the trunk.

"It doesn't matter, we happened to be on the way." Brian smiled and helped.

"Yeah, I also really want to know about Grandpa's recent physical condition." Angela also said.

"It's nothing serious, Angela. The old Mr. Kleist is in good health, but there are always some minor problems when you get old. Mrs. Sarah asked me to go for a checkup just in case, don't worry." Evner Shrugging his shoulders, he got into the co-pilot, and after fastening his seat belt, he remembered something: "Mr. Brian, can I trouble you again? My daughter is now in her mother's studio, two streets away from here. I I have to pick her up and go home, the New Year's holiday is coming to an end, and it's time for her to make preparations."

"Of course no problem." Brian nodded and started the car, while Angela leaned over with great interest: "Mr. Evner, it seems that I have never seen your daughter."

"Really?" Evner thought for a while, "Maybe, at least I didn't see you when I took her to visit old Mr. Crest, but I took her with me on Christmas Eve."

"Oh, I was in a hurry to take grandpa home that day, so I didn't pay attention, as if I just glanced at her from a distance." Angela sighed, "What's her name? How old is she?"

"It's only one year younger than you, called..." Evner took out his wallet, and was about to show her the photo of his daughter, when he stopped suddenly, and then said with a smile: "Anyway, you will see her soon , then just introduce each other."

Angela rolled her eyes and sat back. Well, let’s talk about it when I see you. Anyway, she just thought that since Mr. Avner’s daughter is studying on Long Island, it might be possible to know if there is a girl named Natalie. Of course, what is the chance? It's hard to say.

Two streets passed quickly, and the wife who received her husband's call came out with her daughter after the car stopped. She was a very cute little girl with thick curly brown hair, delicate and delicate facial features, oval shape and slightly The angular face makes her look simple and very assertive.

"Hi, Nat, my baby." Avner hugged his daughter first, then kissed his wife on the cheek.

"Okay, dear, take me to say hello to old Mr. Kleist." The wife smiled.

"Understood, remember to come back early, I can't make pies." Evner joked, and then led his daughter into the car. He was still in the co-pilot, and the girl sat with Angela in the back.

"Hi, hello, I'm Natalie Hess..." The girl closed the car door, put down her backpack, and was about to say hello to Angela, but when she turned her head, she was stabbed by something, and the words in her mouth were swallowed hard .

She saw Angela looking at her without blinking, her emerald green eyes seemed to be ignited suddenly, and in the blazing flames, she seemed to be naked, so her clothes were completely burned, leaving her Involuntarily, he hugged the backpack to his chest, trying to block this strange gaze.She felt ashamed and annoyed, but not hated or hated, just a heart that kept beating.

"Are you all right?" Mr. Evner's voice sounded, and he saw that something was wrong with the two little guys in the rearview mirror, so he turned his head and asked.

As if awakened from a dream, Angela hurriedly turned her head away, and stammered, "I... I'm sorry, I was distracted... my mind was distracted."

"Are you really okay?" Mr. Evner asked, out of the doctor's intuition, he felt that Angela seemed a little abnormal.But Brian relieved the little guy: "Don't worry about her, Mr. Evner, she is just like this, sometimes she is easily distracted, but usually after her distraction is over, she will come up with many ghost ideas, which makes people hard to guard against. "

"Indeed, children are always like this." Evner also felt a little suspicious, so he shrugged and echoed Brian's words and turned back.

Angela, who turned her head away, breathed a sigh of relief, and then secretly turned her head to look at the girl next to her. As soon as she caught the other's eyes, she immediately turned her head away.

"You... hello, Natalie, I'm... I'm..."

"An...Angela Mason, I...I know." Natalie also stuttered a little. Although the strange feeling disappeared when the other party recovered, she still hugged the backpack to her chest with lingering fear.

"You...you know?" Angela raised her head in surprise, but then turned away again.

"Yes, I... I've watched "A Couple Born", it's a very... very interesting movie." Natalie lowered her head as she spoke.

A long silence ensued, the two girls looked up at each other in turn, but turned away before the other looked up, and this continued until Natalie's house was reached, and after Natalie got out of the car, Angela suddenly plucked up the courage and called out: "Natalie!"

Natalie turned around and looked at Angela in confusion.

"If...if it's possible...I mean..." Angela opened her mouth and said with a wry smile after a while, "I just want to say, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Well... Me too." Natalie smiled.

Angela waved to her, then sat down listlessly, and told the two adults who didn't understand at all to look at me, I think you don't know what to say.

After a few more streets, the car stopped in front of Grandpa's villa, and before it stopped, Angela jumped off and ran to the house, Brian hurriedly shouted: "Hey, Chris, we have to go to the airport , your mother wants you to go back immediately."

But Angela turned a deaf ear, and ran to the door and knocked desperately. Soon the butler Thomas opened the door, and before he could say a word, the little girl rushed in, directly to the living room, and took care of her grandparents and uncle Dean. Take a jump.

"Honey, what's going on." Grandma was the first to ask.

"Grandma, I want to go to my room. Please don't disturb me before dinner, please, please." Angela said sadly, and then ran upstairs sideways, leaving the three of them in a daze.

But the little girl didn't care about this at all. After rushing into her room and closing the door heavily, she threw the backpack violently, then walked to the bed panting and climbed straight down. The nose still feels sore from being pressed.

But Angela didn't care about it, her eyes were fixed on the front, her mind was full of the time when she just met Natalie, why, at that time, at that time, she would, she would want to Press her down, willfully... willfully...

Oh my God, what's wrong with me?The little girl slammed the pillow on her head, am I crazy or perverted?How could I have thought of that? !That feeling, that feeling is the same as that time before, that is, to Jessica, to Kate, to Lindsay, to Avril... no!Absolutely not!I am not like that!Absolutely not!Absolutely not a pervert!

Angela stood up, rushed into the bathroom, put her hands on the sink and stared fiercely at herself in the mirror, gritted her teeth and said: "Listen, you are not a pervert, you are not crazy, you are Angela Mason, Do you understand, Angela Christina Albert Mason! This is you, no one else!"

She looked at herself in the mirror and kept panting. The little girl's face was full of weirdness, as if she had been hypnotized. After a long while, she finally woke up. She straightened her clothes and went out as if nothing happened.

Downstairs, grandparents were frowning and questioning Brian, and Brian raised his hands innocently, indicating that he didn't know anything, until Dean shouted: "The little guy is down."

"I'm fine! Nothing's wrong!" Seeing that everyone was in danger of rushing over, Angela hurriedly raised her hand and shouted, with a mischievous smile on her face, as if she was the same as usual.

"God, Chris, you really know how to play tricks, you know, Mr. Kleist almost put a knife on my neck just now and asked what happened." Brian exaggeratedly exclaimed.

"Okay, okay, I'll explain this later, but before that, please let me make two phone calls." Angela said with a raised finger.

"Are we not going to the airport?" The godfather asked strangely.

"For the time being, I don't think I need to go," Angela revealed after thinking for a while: "My two calls, the first one is to call home to ask Mr. Luc Besson's phone number, and the second is to call Luc Besson Sir, I would like to ask him to come to New York and talk."

"Come to New York to talk?" Brian didn't understand, but Angela smiled and didn't answer, but turned to look at grandma: "Do you have Kung Pao chicken tonight, grandma?"