Hollywood Hunter

Chapter 800.

Dalton High School on 89th Street, Upper East Side, Manhattan.

At the end of the last class of the afternoon, Ray Summitt had just gotten up with his backpack when a dark-haired teenager in a baseball shirt chased after him and took Ray by the shoulders and whispered, "Man, there's something I need to talk to you about."

Ray looked at his best friend, Gerard Holly, "What?"

"It's my cousin's birthday this Saturday, so can you invite some models over then."

Ray sniffed and unceremoniously gave his best friend an elbow to the face, refusing, "Jerry, I've told you many times not to get that kind of attention, and I can't do it, my mom would be mad if she knew."

The dark-haired boy didn't give up easily and pleaded, "Ray, please, I've made a promise to my cousin, and if I can't do it, my credit will collapse."

They said they had come to a locker in the hallway outside the classroom, Ray opened his own locker and sorted out some trivialities, sniffing and relaxing a little, this was after all the best friend he had made in the last two years, but his mouth continued, "My mom would be really mad, she wouldn't allow me to touch Elite."

Gerard, seeing that Ray's tone was no longer so firm, thought there was a door and leaned in to lower his voice, "Please, Ray, I can pay."

Layton frowned again, "Hey, I'm not a pimp."

Gerard realized he'd lost his words and redirected, "Sorry, Ray, we don't talk about money, so let's be helpful."

The two teenagers whispered as a tall blonde girl from the other side of the hallway came over just in time to hear Ray's slightly louder voice and subconsciously asked in a distinctly British accent, "What pimp?"

Gerard saw that it was Ray's girlfriend, Victoria Wilkinson, let go of his best friend's shoulder, and with a hefty smile, he complimented, "Vicky, that's a beautiful trench coat you have here."

Victoria was wearing a brightly tinted orange short trench coat, part of Burberry's latest, and at Gerard's words, but the girl was not diverted, she gave him a blank look and asked after him, "What pimp?"

Gerard grins and doesn't answer, just turns back to Ray and bows ninety degrees with his arms folded in front of his chest, "Come on, man, 18th birthday, bar mitzvah, only once in a lifetime."

After taking a few steps back, he decisively flashed.

Ray gathered up his satchel and saw Gerard disappear, walking out with the woman as he answered his girlfriend whose eyes were still puzzled, "Jerry's cousin asked me to help invite some models for his 18th birthday."

Victoria immediately glared at the words, "Don't do that."

Ray shrugged, "I certainly wouldn't and couldn't do that."

Victoria nodded her head in satisfaction and followed her boyfriend down the stairs, but couldn't resist asking, "Ray, do you, um, see those supermodels all the time?"

Ray shook his head, "It's rare, my mom didn't allow me to get in touch with my sister in that circle, my sister used to want to work part-time as a model to earn some pocket money, but my mom refused."

Victoria hmmm'd, once again very satisfied, just spinning around her boyfriend as she passed by the staircase corner platform, probing with curiosity, "Hey, do you think I could be a model?"

Ray took a look at his girlfriend, who was only about 1.65 meters tall, and didn't strike directly, but said, "Models aren't that easy to be, just like during the past fashion week, some models even work 20 hours a day."

Victoria looked incredulous, "20 hours, how can that be, it's only 24 hours a day."

"So, you're not going to become a supermodel as a model."

Victoria was unconvinced: "I just find it incredible that I could work 20 hours a day if I needed to."

The teenage girl said, already coming downstairs.

As a top private school for the children of Manhattan's power elite, Dalton High School often had limousines coming in during drop-off times.

Both Ray and Victoria were the type who needed to get home on their own, and they were about to go get their bikes when they saw Ray's sister, Rita Sprout, trotting over.

Rita Spouter, who is wearing a small jacket and jeans but has a gorgeous posture, tugged on her Burberry trench coat to hide her inferiority complex in front of Rita. Coming from a wealthy family, Victoria was actually very pretty, it was just that the girl in front of her was the girl of the hour at Dalton High School for the last two years, not only did she excel in her studies, she was also an active member of many clubs at the school, and she had a rather wonderful boyfriend.

Even if all the Dalton High School students came from good backgrounds, it was hard to avoid the feeling that Rita Sprout was the real winner in life.

Rita, as if unaware of Victoria's hesitant inferiority, smiled and greeted her before looking to her brother, "Mom is waiting for us outside, so let's go."

Ray was surprised and apprehensive at the news, and then subconsciously pulled his girlfriend's arm along with him as he followed outside, asking, "What's wrong?"

In fact, the brother and sister, who were already a little precocious, had already noticed the difference between their parents, and they even took their parents' divorce for granted some time ago. It's just that the sister and brother noticed at the same time, behind the whole thing, it seems that it's not as simple as their parents' emotional discord, they must have something to hide from both of them.

Now, with the sudden appearance of her mother, who rarely came to pick her up in the past, Ray was acutely aware that something was most likely going to happen today.

Rita just shook her head at her brother's question.

They left the school and soon saw their mother standing next to a black sedan on the street, smiling and nodding her head in greeting as they appeared.

As they approached, Ray, who was still holding Victoria who was getting more and more embarrassed by the sight of Ray's mother, eagerly asked, "Mom, what are you doing here so suddenly?"

Grace, however, did not answer, but looked to the girl beside her son, "And this is?"

Ray then remembered, and with a moment of embarrassment, introduced, "Mom, this is Vicky."

Victoria generously offered her hand towards Grace, "Hello, Ms. Split, I'm Victoria Wilkinson."

Grace smiled and shook the girl's hand, "Hi Vicki, I'm Rita and Ray's mom, you can call me Grey. By the way, that's a beautiful Burberry trench coat you have on."

"Thanks."

Victoria said wincing a little, blushing a little and wondering how Ray's mother could recognize the brand of her trench coat right away, only to quickly respond that the lady was the head of Elite, the largest modeling agency in the world, and knew that rightfully so.

Grace didn't seem to be in a hurry either, sizing up the girl in front of her and saying, "Vicky, are you from England?"

"Yeah," the girl nodded, saying, "I grew up in England, and my dad came over to the States this year to take care of the family business over here, so I transferred here."

After Victoria said that, seeing Ray's mother's smile unchanged, she was somehow apprehensive again, she had just sort of deliberately divulged some of her family history, mainly because the girl felt even more guilty in front of this lady whose temperament was in no way inferior to Rita's, than she did when she faced Ray's sister.

Once people were guilty, they inevitably wanted to find some reliance for themselves.

Grace naturally easily sensed the girl's thoughts, didn't continue to say anything, chatted briefly, looked at her watch, and said to the girl, "We're leaving, Vicky, where do you live, I can drop you off at home."

Victoria looked at the black Mercedes limousine on the side of the road and the two very special uniformed girls who had gotten out of the car at some point and shook her head, "No, Si ...... Grey, my house is on 83rd Street, it's close."

Mostly, I thought that the car, although it looked special too, but, it shouldn't fit all of them.

Grace noticed the girl's gaze and responded, smiling and motioning to a woman behind her, who pressed her headset to say something, and soon another identical black sedan slowly drove by from a short distance away.

"Ray, you take Vicki in the back of that car and take her home first, then the driver will take you to us."

He said without explaining too much and motioned for his daughter Rita to get in the car with him.

When the uniformed girl helped pull the car door open, she found some details on the door, Victoria some kind of slight increase, just look at the door that was more than ten centimeters thick, this was obviously not an ordinary Mercedes, but a bulletproof Mercedes, and it wasn't even an ordinary bulletproof Mercedes, but a bulletproof Mercedes that only many high-ranking VIPs and even heads of state could afford to sit in.

Even though the Wilkinson family's assets amounted to hundreds of millions of pounds and their grandparents had collected some bulletproof cars, Victoria had never seen a car of this class before.

After watching the first car leave first, and the car behind stop in front of the teenage girls, and two more uniformed girls step in to open the doors for them, Victoria regained her senses and pulled her equally dazed boyfriend along with her into the car.

When the car started, Victoria spoke to the front row about her home address, then looked around a bit, trying to find a button to push, the grill between the front and back seats rose silently, and the girl asked her obviously still unresponsive boyfriend this time, "Ray, this car is yours, huh?"

Ray shook his head, his eyes somewhat flickering.

Only a year younger than his sister, Ray was seventeen years old, and not only had he grown to one meter tall, but he had also inherited his parents' good looks genes, which was why after breaking up with his last girlfriend, he had found another girlfriend like Victoria shortly after starting school this year.

On the other hand, the boy, who was also considered precocious, naturally already knew everything there was to know about certain things.

What's more, Ray had not only heard a lot of rumors about Simon Westeros, but had even attended a party that Simon Westeros had hosted at his estate in the northern suburbs of Greenwich two years before.

All in all, in connection with the last two years, plus the divorce of his parents some time ago, and all of this today, even if he didn't want to admit it, Ray was quick to notice what was going on.

All of this, obviously, was probably because of Simon Westeros.

And his own mother ......

The thought was a little distressing again.

If, at the moment, he could find a stepfather for their siblings like Simon Westeros, he wouldn't object, except that it couldn't really be Simon Westeros.

Sensing that her boyfriend was clearly troubled and seemed to be in a state of distress, Victoria quickly stopped asking questions.

The limousine dropped Victoria off in front of a villa on 83rd Street, then wove its way through the streets of Manhattan for a few moments, soon arriving at a helipad on the banks of the East River where the Upper East Side met Midtown.

Grace and Rita had arrived early.

When Ray got off the helicopter, he saw the huge black helicopter on the helipad and confirmed his suspicions.

The Black Hawk helicopter, which was as custom-made as a Mercedes Benz sedan, was the only one in Manhattan owned by Simon Westeros. Ray also privately listened to some of Dalton's classmates talk about this matter, there were also rich people who wanted to customize this room's helicopters, only to inquire about the price of $35 million, and immediately all dismissed the idea, because this amount of money is enough to buy 10 ordinary similar helicopters.

And even if they could afford it, the annual maintenance costs of millions of dollars were unaffordable. Instead, someone acquired a similar model of ordinary civilian Black Hawk, painted black to follow the trend of imitation, the exterior is similar, but the inside is very different, the price is only seven or eight million dollars.

Grace saw her son's face after getting off the helicopter, so she understood that he probably guessed something, and went up to hug her son, pulling him and her daughter, who she had just chatted with along the way, into the helicopter.

When the black custom Blackhawk left the ground, still holding her son's big hand beside her, Grace still did not give her son a solution, but first brought up other topics: "Rita just told me, that Victoria, her father is Derek Wilkinson, heh, speaking of which, I ...... and your father, are still Some social occasions have seen each other yet. The Wilkinson family is still an old aristocratic family in England, and I never thought our Ray would be able to pick up a lady of a thousand dollars."

Grace said so, but her tone seemed to be very calm. If it had been before, the couple would have been just professional managers after all, the Spurts, who really had no advantage over these old money aristocrats.

Now it was different.

As long as one thought of a certain man, any other wealth and power in this world would be like a cloud to Grace.

Most importantly, right now, Grace's other hand could not help but reach out and caress her belly. Inside her belly, there was a little Westeros. The man had initially said that this child could have the surname of Westeros, and with his personality, he would definitely become one of the heirs to the Westeros system in the future.

As such, in the future, this child would always take care of his brother and sister.

In this way, whether it was a son or a daughter, with the Westeros System as a patron, they would have enough strength to face any so-called old money.

Ray heard his mother say this and didn't agree, Little was silent for a moment and finally said, "Mom, we are now ......"

Grace, knowing that her son had already guessed, didn't hide it, nodded and said, "We're going to see Simon later, which, I'm sure you've already guessed, and there's one other thing, so, um, let him speak to you later."