Cinephile hustle

"My job requires me to be smart."

At this time, the king in front of the glass box picked up the wine glass and tapped the rim of the glass lightly.The crisp sound is like quartz falling on the heart.

"Dear guests, this is the end of tonight's feast. I hope you enjoy a romantic and perfect journey on the Aurora. Good night."

The king bowed his head and greeted everyone.

The lights in the center suddenly went out, and the distinguished guests got up and left one after another.Some people return with a full load, while others bow their heads and sigh.

Hailey pushed Gubler's wheelchair slowly in the corridor.

Behind them were several distinguished guests, discussing tonight's auction, and the focus of the discussion was Ian, who appeared at the end.

It wasn't until Hailey pushed Gubler into the elevator that Gubler said, "Your friend Ian is really charming."

"Because he has an air of his own, right? One wants to own, to control and to destroy."

"It sounds like you are also fascinated by him." Gubler pressed Haili's hand, and there was a hint of staring at Haili in his eyes.

"As I said, I'm jealous. That's why I expect someone to destroy him." The moment Haili raised his brows, a certain demonic aura spread across Gubler's heart, provoking an unusual throbbing .

Gubler smiled, "So you should be grateful to Sherman. It will be dawn in three hours, do you want to go to the deck to watch the sunrise together?"

"I want to sleep well." Hailey yawned. "How about going fishing tomorrow?"

"I'm so happy." Gubler showed a satisfied smile.

And Haili, who was behind him, put away all his expressions, and his expression gradually turned cold.

At this time, Ian sat quietly in the glass box, waiting for someone to approach.

One side of the box was opened, and two waiters held Ian's arms from left to right, and helped him out of the room.

"Where are you taking me?" Ian felt that his limbs were weak and it was difficult to use them freely.

"There is your master."

A mocking smile played on Ian's lips.

"I haven't signed a contract of sale with anyone. Who is my master?"

The two waiters were silent.

From the strength with which they held him, Ian felt that the two should have received special training.His own state is not good, and there is no way to escape.

After leaving the room, there is a long corridor.There are no extra people, only the echo of their own footsteps can be heard.

And at the end of the corridor, Ian saw the ace of spades smiling with a mask on.

He opened his arms to Ian, and almost at that moment, Ian broke free and punched the ace of spades in the face.

The mask was cracked, and Ace of Spades staggered and sat down, covering his face.

The waiter rushed forward, twisted Ian's arms behind his back, and pressed them to the ground.

"What are you doing wearing a mask? Joseph Sherman." Ian read out the other person's name coldly.

Sherman threw the shattered mask on the ground, touched the place where Ian's fist hit just now, and said with a smile: "It's a small matter that my cheekbone was smashed by you. But if your hand is injured , I will be very sorry."

Ian knew it was useless to say anything.The purpose of their coming here was to investigate Fitz Gubler and related personnel.Now he at least knows how they spend their money in private.It is impossible for Gubler to collect money from those rich people and deposit it in the bank. It must be legalized through various channels.

It is not difficult to explain why there is a large amount of funds in Westminster Aire's account.She is also Gubler's tool.

"I know that you are not so easy to be tamed. In fact, you only need to give yourself to me, and then you will find many wishes that you think are impossible to achieve, and I can help you achieve them."

"I'm living a good life now, and I don't have any superfluous wishes."

Sherman shook his head with a smile, took out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket, sucked it with a needle, and knelt down beside Ian on one knee.

"That's because your vision was not broad enough before. After today, you will find that you still have a lot of wishes."

Sherman's fingers covered Ian's neck and rubbed it gently.

"What are you doing?" Ian became alert.

Although he came to investigate the case, he didn't intend to lose his life because of the case, or get any messy things to leave sequelae.

"You are my most precious collection, so you can rest assured that it has no side effects, but it will make you less aggressive."

The needle tip pierced in, Ian clenched his teeth, and a coolness flowed through his veins.

Ian felt the powerlessness that had gradually dissipated now pressing down on his limbs again, and a feeling of laziness appeared all over his body.

"Relax, honey. Everything will be fine. Don't be so hostile to me, and know that we can get along."

Sherman's fingers gently combed Ian's hair, with a soothing meaning.

Ian suddenly felt tired, and although he tried his best to keep himself awake, he finally fell into chaos.

His eyes were open, and he knew very well that Sherman had taken him from the hands of the two waiters.

The waiter wanted to help Sherman, but Sherman gestured that he would take Ian away himself.

"Okay, Ian. Come with me. You don't need to keep straining your nerves, it's too tiring."

Ian felt as if he was possessed, and was led by Sherman into the elevator step by step.

The only trace of sobriety in his mind reminded him that the injection just now should be some kind of potion to disintegrate willpower.So he will not obey Sherman's control so easily.

At this time, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

Most of the guests on the cruise ship were sleeping soundly, and no one was seen anywhere.

Two waiters opened the door for Sherman.

Ian stood at the door and forced himself not to move.

"Come in, honey. It's not a big deal." Sherman sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Ian, and patted the seat beside him.

His smile looks indifferent, but there is an imposing manner that is bound to win.

Ian's foot took a small step forward with difficulty.

Just this one step almost shattered his nerves completely.

He has always been very confident in his self-control, and he can force himself to complete the task even if he sees the cruelest scene on the battlefield.But at this moment, Sherman said a few words, his limbs seemed to be out of the control of his brain, and he just wanted to obey him.

Sherman's smile deepened, and there was an almost paranoid appreciation in his eyes.

"You are really special, Ian. The potion I gave you is ten percent higher than that of ordinary people. Because I know what you have experienced, I guess your self-control must also be higher than ordinary people. Here you are The amount is already the limit, and a little more is likely to hurt you. So stop struggling, those are useless."

Ian stared at Sherman, he didn't know how long he could last.His nerves had begun to slacken, and only Sherman's voice echoed in his mind.

Sherman sighed, got up and walked towards Ian, "Well, you deserve a little special treatment."

Ian could only watch as Sherman wrapped his arms around his shoulders, helped himself to the edge of the bed, and slowly fell down with the back of his head on his back. The moment the back of his head touched the pillow, Ian felt a kind of Feelings of extreme defeat.

Sherman patiently untied Ian's collar and said softly, "It's a little breathless, isn't it?"

Ian felt angry when his fingertips touched the skin of his neck.

"I know you have a son. To be precise, it is the posthumous son of one of your dead comrades in arms. You care about him very much and treat him as your own son. His name is Evan, right?"

Ian stared at Sherman with his eyes wide open, the original sense of laziness suddenly disappeared, and his nerves tensed up.

"If you touch him...I'll kill you. I'm telling you this very seriously."

Sherman stroked Ian's browbones with his thumb, as if outlining his facial features, "Relax, Ian. You're too nervous. You told me just now that you don't have any wishes. I'm just reminding you, you Did you forget about Evan? He is a special kid, and only the most special education can tap his abilities and make him connect with the world. His aunt can't do it, and you don't know it What to do. I can find you an expert on this. Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"...Evan is fine now."

"Don't answer so positively. Don't you know that Uncle Evan's company is going to close down? He will lose his job soon." Sherman's fingers brushed across the bridge of Ian's nose, stayed on the tip of his nose, and gently Lightly.

"Is it your fault?" Ian clenched his fists.

Sherman leaned down and whispered in Ian's ear, "What do you think?"

His breath lingered in Ian's ears.Unlike Haili who is gentle and seductive, Ian feels the obsession that is almost conquering.

"Ian, kiss me."

Sherman spoke, his voice was very soft, but it carried an order.

Ian tried his best to restrain himself from raising his chin, and tightened his lips.

"That's what I like about you." Sherman was not angry, but opened Ian's belt buckle, "You have a pair of beautiful legs, which always remind me of a galloping horse in the field. Out of my sight any moment."

Ian closed his eyes tightly, "Why pretend to be a kind giver. What you enjoy in your bones is to control everything about others."

"Yes. So since you don't want to give in, let me see the look on your face that pleases me."

Sherman raised Ian's knees and was about to put his legs up, but Ian gritted his teeth and pushed Sherman down with his knees sideways.

"Hmm..." Sherman clutched his waist, his face flushed instantly.

He looked at Ian, and the moodiness that he had everything under control before disappeared, replaced by gloomy eyes.

"You are mine. You are meant to be mine."

He stretched out a hand, pulled out a chilling twisted smile from the corner of his mouth, grabbed Ian's trouser waist, and yanked it off.

At this moment, applause suddenly sounded behind him.

"Mr. Ace of Spades, your dinner seems like a tough nut to crack."

The laughing voice seemed to be falling from a high place jokingly.

Sherman turned around and suddenly found a man in a pure white suit sitting on the opposite sofa with his legs crossed.

His chin was slightly raised, and from Sherman's angle, he could just see the high nose bone and the gaze that seemed to turn the world upside down.

"Haley Russell!" Sherman frowned and sneered, "You're not sitting on Mr. Gubler's lap, what are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"Mr. Gubler's legs are too fragile. How can I have the nerve to sit on them? Of course I'm here to see how you plan to treat my Ian." Haili leaned forward slightly, "Just thank you You were so engrossed, Mr. Erman, that you didn't even hear the sound of me entering the door."

In an instant, Sherman felt that there seemed to be countless pure white roses blooming in the air, and the thorns under the petals pierced his eyeballs fiercely, and he refused to put them away even if blood flowed into a river.

"It's impossible. Where are the people outside? Did they open the door for you?" Sherman became alert.

"Anyone out there? They seem to be in deep sleep, I hope their necks are still there. As for how I got in... It's about one of my students. He's good at hacking into all kinds of things." System. The access control system of this cruise ship doesn't seem to be very good." Hailey shrugged his shoulders.

Sherman simply didn't believe what Haley said.He thought there must be Hayley's other accomplices outside the door.

He calmed down and said coldly: "I think Mr. Gubler has already told you the rules of the game."

"Yeah." Hailey touched his chin, "Yes, the rules of the game. So we will continue with this rule."

"Are you going to come up with $200 million?" Sherman sat up and stared at Haley.

"Thirty-two million dollars is just a matter of blowing one's breath."

Sherman froze.He could sense Fitz Gubler's infatuation with the young man, and his infatuation was understandable.

But Sherman didn't believe that Gubler would actually spend a lot of money to pit Haley against him.After all, since Ned's death, he has been Gubler's only trusted partner.

"But throwing money at it is really not an elegant way."

Haili got up slowly, came to the bed, and sat down beside Ian.His fingers covered Ian's forehead, and gently stroked his hair, over and over again.

Ian looked at Haili, and the anger towards Sherman in his heart slowly dissipated at this moment.

Although he vaguely knew that Haili would not tolerate Sherman doing anything to him, but when Sherman became more and more arrogant, Ian had already prepared for the worst.

Sherman looked at Haili coldly, and turned his face slightly.

Until Haili lowered his body, closed his eyes, and kissed Ian's tightly closed lips. It was an extremely gentle gesture, and Ian's frown was slowly relaxed at that moment.

"So...Mr. Gubler will kill you."

Sherman sneered.

"Hahaha!" Hailey laughed, and tapped the tip of Ian's nose with his finger, "Dear Uncle Ian, do you think there are people in this world who can kill me?"

"Don't you want to continue the game on 'Feast'? Don't forget you are still on this cruise ship, as long as I tell Gubler about you and Ian, I know his character well. He won't kill You, Hayley. But he'd kill Ian, or cause Ian agony in your presence."

"Well, this is your bargaining chip. Would you like to hear what my bargaining chip is?"

"What is it?"

At that moment, Sherman had an extremely bad premonition.

He felt that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and a powerful force was about to push him down.The feeling of weightlessness swallows everything.

"I have two chips. First, would you like to check your mailbox?"

Sherman logged into his mailbox with his mobile phone and saw a video link, which turned out to be an image of him murdering a young fashion designer many years ago.The designer had also been his "dinner," but he did everything possible to get rid of Sherman, so Sherman strangled him with a tie when he enjoyed him one last time.

The moment Sherman clicked on the video, his pupils dilated and his fingers trembled subconsciously, "Where did you get it! It's impossible!"

"You want to say that you have deleted this video? It's just that you didn't expect that the young man you murdered set up automatic upload. Although you burned everything on fire, it has been on the victim's network disk As long as Ian and I don't make it back safely, the guy I just mentioned will send this video to every major mainstream website. By then, Editor-in-Chief Sherman, you won't just be famous in the fashion industry How about it, isn’t this chip a good one?”

Everything turned upside down, out of Sherman's grasp.

He didn't know what this young man had experienced to be able to describe a murder in such an understatement.

"And what about your so-called second chip? It better have more impact than the first."

"The second chip is about Fitz Gubler. Why can't his legs go?"

Sherman froze, and it took a long time before he asked, "What did you just say?"

"Someone hit his car. The driver was killed instantly, but it turned Mr. Gubler's car over completely. Mr. Gubler was thrown from the car and injured his legs. The operation at that time continued. It took four hours to save Mr. Gubler from amputation at least."

"You don't want to say that I am the mastermind behind the scenes, do you?"

"Isn't it?" Hailey tilted his head, took out a photo from his pocket, folded it into a paper airplane leisurely, and threw it in Sherman's direction.

Sherman's cheek was nearly cut by the paper airplane.His heart sank when he opened it.

That was the picture of him handing a wad of cash to himself who caused the accident.Although it is a bit blurry and the pixels are not clear, the faces of both parties in the transaction can definitely be recognized.

"How did you have this!"

"My good student found it for me." Haili propped his knees and leaned towards Sherman, his beautiful and magical eyebrows were reflected in Sherman's pupils, "Do you think the transaction was carried out in that secluded place?" so no one will see you? Don't forget that the city is full of cameras. Including the alley in that little bar. Guess what Fitz Gubler would do if I gave this picture to him reaction?"

Sherman's complexion was pale.

Hailey lowered his head, his eyes gliding over the waist of Ian's trousers that was torn apart by Sherman, he lifted Ian's waist with one hand, and pulled up his trousers with the other hand.

"What do you want?" Sherman asked.

"Just two very easy things. The first one, I took Ian away, but he was mine. The second one, everything that happened tonight, I hope you, Editor-in-Chief Sherman, will remain silent, otherwise... ..."

Hailey lifted Ian on his shoulders and walked towards the door.His steps were steady, as if Ian had no weight on his shoulders at all.

"Who the hell are you?" Sherman asked.

"Haley Russell. Didn't you always know who I was?"

Hailey stepped over the two fallen people at the door and returned to his room.

When Ian was put down by Haili, he smelled the smell of the sea between his pillows, and everything he had been holding on to was in a trance.

Haili was sitting next to him, the smile on his lips disappeared, and ice seemed to fall from his eyes.

"What are you going to do if I don't come?"

"……I have no idea."

"What a rare honesty. What the hell did Sherman use for you?"

"Some kind of drug that reduces self-control and self-control..."

Ian answered Haley without thinking.

"Really? I've heard of this medicine! Isn't this used by CIA? It's so interesting! So now you will answer me honestly when I ask you any questions or ask you to do anything?"

Hailey put one hand on the pillow and looked at Ian.When he spoke, his breath passed over Ian's lips, and he deliberately pressed against him.

"Actually, you can do anything for me, right?"

Ian tries to avoid Haley, but is irresistibly drawn to him.Perhaps, from the first time he saw Haili on that deserted night many years ago, he was destined to give everything to this young man in his life.Even the so-called rejection and alienation are all to hold him tightly.

"……Yes."

At that moment, when Ian said that sentence, the force that oppressed his nerves was far away.For the first time in years, he felt lighter.

Haley froze.He looked at Ian with disbelief.

"Ian, I'm talking about anything. Including your principles your bottom line...you know what I mean?"

"You will abide by my principles... stand in my bottom line..."

Ian wanted to comfort himself that it was all because of Sherman's drugs that he couldn't help but say what was in his mind.

But the more he consoled himself like this, the more he knew that Sherman's drug was just an excuse.

An excuse to let him be totally honest without pressure.

"Do you trust me that much? Maybe I've been trying to break all the bottom lines you set for me. I will hurt you severely, I will let you down, and I will make you lose everything that allows you to support yourself."

"I believe you."

Ian frowned.

Hailey stroked Ian's brow with his fingertips, and kissed his forehead, "Fool, doubting a person you care about is a very hard thing. On the contrary, trusting will make you easier."

At that moment, everything in Ian's world, including the traumatic memories, softened.

"Ian, do you like me to kiss you?" Hailey's lips pressed against Ian's ear and touched his cheek.

Ian opened his mouth, and his mind suddenly went blank, leaving only the warmth and softness that Haili brought him.He subconsciously shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand and clasped Hailey's head.

Hailey bit his neck lightly, stretched his palm along his shoulders, into his coat, pulled it off his shoulders, along his arms, and stroked his wrists.Even though he was trying hard, Ian felt extremely attached.When Hailey's fingers clasped his wrist, he subconsciously held Hailey's hand in reverse.

Hailey looked at Ian, and he didn't show the inexplicable smile like before.

Like a reef exposed to the sea, it looks deeper under the moonlight.

what's on your mind?haley...

Stop making me guess.

Don't continue your quest either.

"Ian, I want to have you."

Ian's fingers trembled subconsciously, and when he was about to withdraw his hand, Haili pressed him even harder.

"Ian, if you kiss me, I will take it as your consent."

Hailey turned his face sideways, his lips were almost touching Ian, but kept an untouchable distance.

"So... kiss me, Ian. You've been expecting me, haven't you? You know, you're mine in the end, right?"

Ian took a breath.

"Ian, kiss me." Hailey's voice was begging.

Obviously at this moment, he took all the initiative, but he put Ian in the highest position, begging for his mercy.

"Ian, you believe in me, don't you? Give yourself to me. This is not the end between you and me...but another closer beginning."