(The third update is coming! There are still three more to go! Keep coding! It’s almost time to click! It’s a difficult point for me!)
At the same time, among the radio waves that were unclear to everyone at the scene, there was a sound like this, which was transmitted from James Dolan’s private phone to Donald Trump’s mobile phone in New Jersey:
"Donald, if my Blake is harmed in any way because of this matter, I promise to kill you. I will call Josh Morgan and use the power of the United Private Club to completely crush your damn real estate shares!
You'd better pray he doesn't get hurt!"
Even though he is already a well-known tycoon in New Jersey and New York, Donald Trump was stunned by James Dolan's words. He could hear that his long-time friend across from him was angry:
"James, I will take care of this! This is just an accident, not a kidnapping of Ina! It's just two robbers trying to rob a vehicle! That's it, I promise I have nothing to do with the gang! I didn't expect Blake to drive.
Let’s go rescue Ina!”
"I don't care if you thought about it or not! I want you to deal with those two robbers! I don't want them to behave irrationally because they hate my son when they come out!" James Dolan, shirtless, stood in the huge hall of his mansion.
On the rooftop, looking at the swimming pool below, he said with a cigar in his mouth.
"I will deal with them, and they will spend a hundred and fifty years in Devil's Island prison because of what happened today!" Donald Trump said on the other end of the phone.
"Does that mean we won't see them again?" James Dolan asked, holding a cigar in his mouth.
"I promise." Donald Trump said. Although the two people are worth about the same, it is at this moment that we can see the difference between a family that has been passed down for four generations and an upstart.
"Hey, do you think it was because Blake wanted to pick up Yina and get into bed, so he was so impulsive?" Donald Trump said, feeling that the momentum on the other end of the phone had weakened slightly.
"Are you kidding me on a fucking night like this?" James Dolan said: "You'd better send someone to check it out!"
"Already gone. I called Congressman Morfield. He sent two of his FBI agents to the scene wearing New York police uniforms. I just received the news that Blake and Ina are safe. Only two cars were damaged.
A car and two robbers," said Donald Trump.
"Blake wouldn't pick up your daughter," James Dolan said.
"What? I would love for Blake to be my son-in-law. They were childhood sweethearts in middle school." Donald Trump said: "We haven't seen each other for many years. It's normal for this kind of thing to happen. And you thought they were a perfect match back then."
"I've changed my mind now, you know what? Blake got a better little girlfriend! My idol! Steve Tyler! The daughter of the band Skysmith! Liv Tyler became Blake's girlfriend!" James Dolan
Loud laughter.
"An actress, you're going to make her Blake's wife, I don't believe it!" said Donald Trump.
"You, a nouveau riche, have always thought that nobles can only marry rich people? Damn it, how could such a thing happen? My father married my mother back then. Who was my mother? A waiter at a fast food restaurant! Black doesn't have to marry someone.
The daughter of a gentleman in your eyes! Hahaha!" James Dolan's body shook with laughter: "I heard that my son did a good job? A shotgun started killing people on a New York highway bridge?"
"This is worse news than Ina's car being robbed!" said Donald Trump.
…
Randy Lauren turned the police away and said to Blake Dolan: "Sir, do you want me to send you off?"
Black Dolan nodded: "It's what I asked for."
Randy Lauren handed Ivanka Trump to Sally Jobs and others who came over, returned to his sports car, ignited the engine, and said to Blake Dolan:….
"I am willing to serve heroes."
"I'm not the hero, they are." Blake Dolan got into the passenger seat and pointed at his three players.
"Ina told me the truth of the story." Randy Lauren started the car and the Lamborghini roared out!
"Where to go?" Randy Lauren put on his goggles and asked.
"Madison Avenue, Burberry New York branch, I have to return something." Blake Dolan said.
"Isn't this suit of clothes you are wearing rented by you and Burberry?" Randy Lauren asked with a smile.
"No, in fact, I went to return a pocket watch, and a Burberry designer lent it to me for a cocktail party, and told me to return it after the cocktail party." Black Dolan said.
"I'm Randy Lauren, thank you for saving Ina." Randy Lauren smiled and then said.
"No introduction is needed, Blake Dolan. I know your father very well. He is a sugar king and a designer. Moreover, Ivanka and I once studied in the same middle school, but I graduated earlier than her. In fact, we were ten years old.
We’ve known each other since we were one year old.” Black Dolan said: “Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?”
"Whatever, but Ina never said she knew you." Randy Lauren glanced at Blake Doran who was lighting a cigarette and said.
"I never mention her, but that doesn't mean I won't save her when I see something happen to her." Black Dolan said, taking a puff of the cigarette that was a little wrinkled by the rolling.
…
When they arrived at the Burberry New York branch, the old designer was still waiting, accompanied by Mrs. Karen. When they saw Blake Dolan walk in, the two old designers almost fainted. The old designer
The teacher pointed at Black Dolan's smoking attire and windbreaker, which were no more than trash in their eyes, and said:
"Son, the results of seventeen of us only lasted three or four hours. Did you attend a cocktail party held by the Afghan Taliban? Where is my pocket watch? If there is something wrong with my watch, I will never let you go!"
Blake Dolan handed over the pocket watch in his hand: "There is nothing wrong with it, it's very good."
Mrs. Karen walked around Blake Dolan twice, and then said to Randy Lauren next to him: "Child, can you tell me what your male companion did at this cocktail party? Although this suit has been sold to him
, but Burberry will never allow anything like this to damage our reputation."
Before Randy Lauren could speak, Mrs. Karen had already said to the back: "Photographer, please come over and take some photos for this gentleman. I need to send them back to the UK for Rudy Finn to see, my God!"
Black Dolan said: "Sorry, madam, it seems that I am not suitable for wearing such expensive clothes, but I will publicize your name at the reception."
Next to him, Randy Lauren introduced the story to Mrs. Karen. Mrs. Karen couldn't help but shake her head: "My child, you can't become a real noble, although what you did makes me like you very much."
"Don't you think he is more attractive now in this suit than when he was clean?" Randy Lauren suddenly said: "Look at your logo, the shape is a knight. Who else can interpret what a knight is like Blake?"
?Uh, and your windbreaker brand, go ahead. Americans never like aristocrats, they only like heroes. I think his current look will attract Americans to buy your clothes more than when he was clean. Like me."
