Reborn Wealth America

Winnie left.

Her departure this time was not as simple as returning to her house at 65 Beverly Park.

She will be sent back to the home base of the Adams family in Massachusetts overnight.

Abel still wants to see her.

Then you can only see the daughter of the first royal family in the United States if you go to Massachusetts.

Sent away Winnie.

Abel suddenly became a little melancholy.

He gave a wry smile.

Didn’t you say that you just like her body, and you still want to use her identity to get yourself involved with the first royal family of the United States?

Why do you still feel parting from your lover now?

Obviously, it's the first time to hug.

Even first base has not been reached yet.

In this regard, isn't my tmd a scumbag?

Sighed again.

This is the first time he sighed like this since crossing, or it was because of a woman.Think about Abel himself even wanting to laugh.

"No..."

"Can't sink like this!"

"I want to bomb Hollywood!"

"I want to dominate the United States!"

After self-encouragement for a while, Abel refreshed himself.Today I made more than 7 billion, and I must treat myself well!

He decided to go cool!

Snapped!

Abel snapped his fingers.

Andres drove his black Rolls Royce Phantom and drove quietly to his side.

Abel got in the car.

He ordered: "Go to Beverly Hills. Go to Elizabeth first!"

Andres nodded silently.

The Parthenon’s grille in front of the calm black Rolls-Royce Phantom’s car head looked extremely solemn and noble under the breeze of the City of Angels under the night sky.

on the car.

Abel made two consecutive calls and then smiled with satisfaction.

He hehe said to himself with a smile: "It's not bad...hehe...it's all here! Then let's play role-playing!"

Just now.

Ringing!

The phone rang again.

Abel picked it up, but he was a little surprised.

Because it says on the phone screen: Scarlett Johansson!

She is a widow sister!

After Ivana’s reception, the two left a contact number because they appreciated each other, except for a phone call that evening.

It's the first real contact.

Abel answered the call curiously, wondering why this beautiful and dangerous black widow was looking for herself.

"Hello. Dear Scarlett."

On the other end of the phone came Scarlett Johansson’s excited and slightly exaggerated voice: "ohmygod! Abel! Abel! Is what the Los Angeles Times said true?"

"What? What are you talking about?" Abel asked.

"Los Angeles Times! They published news about you in the urgent online extra issue tonight! They said you made $7.2 billion in three hours today!!"

"Ohmygod! Is this really true?! Three hours, 7.2 billion US dollars! God! Don't say three hours, even if it is three lifetimes. I can't make so much money!"

"Abel! You are incredible!"

The widow’s sister exclaimed in surprise on the phone, but the excitement didn't sound like pretending.

Abel smiled slightly in the car: "Ha... I thought it was something. My dear, what the Los Angeles Times said is true. It's not wrong, 7.2 billion dollars. Not a lot of points, a lot of points."

"call……"

There was another exclamation on the other side of the phone.

Then there was the voice of Scarlett Johansson with a wry smile and self-deprecating: "This world is too unfair! I worked so hard to film the Avengers III, and even hurt my forearm. It took more than a month. Time is good. But with such hard work, the real salary you get is not even the 1% you get in three hours today."

"You make this call. Do you just want to complain to me?" Abel teased, "Otherwise you don't want to film, come over to me..."

What is he doing here?

A rich man called a beautiful actress over to him.

What else can it be?!

Although the widow sister is 34 years old and her appearance is gradually declining from the peak, it is still worth playing.

Sure enough, his words came out.

Scarlett Johansson on the other side paused.

After a while, she asked in a low voice: "Your words. I can understand it as, do you want to enter the entertainment industry?"

Being interrupted by the widow's sister like this, Abel suddenly thought that he had always wanted to start his own entertainment company and cultivate his own traffic queens.By the way, be the king of unspoken rules in Hollywood or something.

So far there is no substantial progress.

"Yes. Are you willing to come when I start a company? I promise that the income will not be worse than that of your movie shooting at Marvel." Abel said with a smile.

"Um... I think about it."

"Well, you think about it." Abel said, "Come back to Los Angeles, I want to invite you to dinner."

"no problem!"

This concludes the call.

Flicked the widow sister, time flies quickly.The Parthenon, with the black Rolls Royce standing on the front of the car, has come to a small, white modern-style villa on Beverly Hills.

Abel found three cars parked outside.One should be Elizabeth's. The last time she drove at 67 Beverly Park.

The other two are Audi TT, one or two looks like a BMW m4.

It should have been two cars.

Why are there three?

Could it be that besides the one I called, there are other guests.

After the black Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped.

Abel asked Andres to wait outside, and he walked inside with two female bodyguards.

I rang the doorbell.

Ding Dong!

Soon, the beautiful and charming face of Ms. Elizabeth Olsen, a suspected female patient with Stockholm syndrome belonging to Abel, appeared behind the door.

"Hi! Elizabeth, good evening!"

"Good evening..." Seeing Abel, Elizabeth couldn't help but flushed her face, lowering her head and replied.

"Can I go in? Are there any other guests besides Gillan?!"

Elizabeth was taken aback, then reacted, knowing what he was referring to.

She said softly: "Kenny also brought another guest."

Abel asked with interest: "Oh? Do I know it?"

"Should... recognize it."

Elizabeth thought for a while.

Some lovely tilted his head: "If you know Ms. Nebula. Then you should know this guest too."

Abel nodded: "Then can I go in now? Or you don't welcome me!"

The Great Demon King said such words.

How dare Elizabeth not open the door.

She quickly opened the door.