Chapter 107: Protecting the Short X Rejected ...... again

In Reggie's opinion, Theorod, the "boy brother", opened his mouth at this time to give him a step down, and he didn't seem to want to make a big deal about it, so Reggie, who was worried that he might be beaten if he continued to entangle with Natl like this, immediately climbed up the pole thrown by Theorod.

"Of course, my friend, I don't know if you know what this kid has done before, he's not a man of great character. Do you know, he squatted in prison, and finally got parole, I sympathized with him and asked him to work with me to reform himself, but who knows that he contradicted his boss many times when he was working, and even said that he would not do it later, and regarded the serious labor contract as child's play. โ€

Compared to Nattell, who sat opposite him with clenched fists, Theolod listened to Reggie's half-truths and half-truths very patiently and calmly, and then he said suspiciously: "What about liquidated damages and proof of employment?"

"It's a little string attached to our contract, and it's not about outsiders. โ€

"Is what he said true, Mr. Pope, and you do have such a contract, and you still have a copy of it?" Theorod looked at Natl again.

When Reggie heard Theolod say this, he thought he was questioning him, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart. In his eyes, this "boy brother" will soon get up and leave, leaving Nattle to him, without outsiders, Reggie can be more fearless, so he looked at Natl more defiantly, there is no doubt that there is indeed a contract between them.

Theolod's "Mr. Popper" made Natel frown slightly, he looked at the corners of the other party's collapsed mouth, perhaps pondering the deep meaning of the other party's expressionless face, he was silent for a long time before nodding silently.

Reggie couldn't help but snickered in his heart, although he didn't know why Natel admitted it so honestly and obediently at this time, but his head was a signal to Reggie that he would be completely isolated!

"Very well, I think we have sufficient evidence and reason to go to a lawyer to sue this Mr. Keisreji," Theolod slammed the newspaper lightly on the untouched side, and the newspaper slapped on the dry pasta with a crisp and subtle "pop," "perhaps Ms. Amanda Green would be willing to do us a favor." โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ What?!" Reggie reflexively squealed.

What did you say? Sue him? He heard him right, did he? Or did you say it was some kind of young joke?

When Natle heard this, he smiled lightly, and he said cooperatively, "I have always kept that contract, including the shipping slip to Kesthrej. โ€

Reggie's long stay at the Theorod table and the undisguised volume attracted the attention of the people at the surrounding tables, and sensing the eyes of the surrounding guests and the whispered discussion, Reggie finally became angry: "Evidence? What evidence do you have, just rely on that fake ......"

"I'm afraid that certificate is not a fake, Mr. Reggie. Theorod reluctantly interrupted Reggie's words, he took off his sunglasses and stood up, the 6.1-foot height advantage made Reggie weaken the moment Theorod got up.

Reggie looked at the man in front of him in a daze, although he didn't pay much attention to Hollywood, he was not a fool, he could realize the identity of the other party from the exclamations and excited reactions of the people around him, this fact made him difficult to accept, and there was only one sentence left in his mind - how is this possible?!

"You see, I've always tried to be a friendly person, I don't like disputes for no reason, and I don't like to be pushed into the limelight, so in the past I used to be indifferent to those malicious hype about me or splashing black water out of thin air......" Theorod took off his jacket from the back of his chair, straightened it and put it on the crook of his arm, his helpless tone was like facing an ignorant child, but his tolerance and helplessness ended there.

"But that's just 'me', and my indifference is only directed at me. Nathaniel Pop is not only my assistant and bodyguard for Theolod Lecht, he is also my best friend forever, and I will not ignore anyone who can belittle or question him as a person, or even maliciously blackmail, because of his previous absurdities. โ€

This is the first time that Theolod has shown his strict side in front of the public, his good temper does not mean that he has no temper, people at his (psychological) age look down on many things, so he doesn't like to impulsively argue with media comments about anything, he doesn't care what others think of him, but this does not mean that he is easy to bully, and people can blackmail their friends at will.

The experience of two lives has made Theorod accustomed to being moody and angry, likes and dislikes are not expressed, and people only see his smiling and gentle side in many magazine street shoots, and only when the tenderness in his blue-green eyes fades that people suddenly realize that he is not a delicate and harmless boy as on the surface.

Theolod didn't say anything more, he just dropped the money, passed by Reggie, and strode out of the store before the people around him could react. Natel looked at Theorod's back, stood up without saying a word, bumped into Reggie, who was stunned in place, and followed.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ My God, that man was ...... Theolod? Really...... He's so handsome, why didn't I think he'd been so handsome before......" A lady sitting at the next table sighed as she clutched her chest. She wasn't a fan of Theorod before, and in her eyes, although Theorod was very good-looking, she preferred men who were full of manliness in comparison. Outcome......

Oh my God, why did she just look up at the side of his face and her heart was beating wildly? Why had she never felt so masculine when the soft baritone was low?

"That's cool......" The man at the table also commented, "This is in public, although there have been news of celebrities losing their temper before, but those are all aimed at paparazzi or fans who are desperate to chase them, right? โ€

After walking out of the restaurant, Theorod walked straight across the street and bought a burrito from a burrito shop across the street. When the burrito seller saw that his customer was Theorod, he was stupid, and the pedestrians on the street slowed down and kept looking at Theorod's side face to make sure if he had lost his eyes.

Natel trotted across the street to Theorod, who was likely to attract onlookers after a moment's pause, and forcefully put the sunglasses he hung on his collar in his face, then took the burrito from the clerk and motioned for Theorod to hurry away as he shoved it into his hand.

"Can I know what you're trying to do with that one?" said Nattle a little impatiently after walking a block, "It's public, do you know how โ–กโ–ก you are going to get you with those words just now? โ€

As he watched Theolod walk into the pasta shop, he knew something was wrong. He had worked there for a while when he had just been released on parole, and then he was in the alley behind the shop and reunited with Theorod. Theorod had said he would never visit the shop again, but this time he walked in, ordered two of his signature pasta and a cup of coffee, and didn't move until the end.

"So I'm going to have to call Marshall now and prepare him, but he should have been prepared for that for a long time. Theolod said, and after settling a burrito, he took out his phone and told his agent the truth.

Theolod was right, Marshall had been mentally prepared for this for a long time, and he knew it when he knew about Natle's past.

Natel watched Theolod talk to Marshall while eating another burrito, and waited until he hung up the phone before he rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed, "When did you find out?"

"What?"

"You deliberately took me to Reggie's pasta shop, don't think I can't see it, Keith Reggie didn't tell you his name, but you already know who he is. โ€

"Oh, actually, I knew it when you secretly asked Marshall for a work certificate, and I also knew that people like Keith Reggie would never let this kind of thing be good, and you would never pull down this face and ask me for help when he ptrained you. Sue me, after you sent him the certificate, he still called and harassed you to pay liquidated damages, and threatened to send you back to prison, right?"

Theolod looked at Natel, who was silent. The two had returned to the parking lot, and Natel used the action of stepping forward to open the car door, avoiding Theorod's question, Theorod saw it, he didn't continue to ask, but just sat in the car with Nattel.

"However, I have already contacted your prosecutor before him, and although she is not quite convinced that I will choose you to work for me, after I have confirmed it repeatedly, she has accepted. So if our Mr. Reggie really charges you for breach of contract...... At that time, he was the only one who became a clown. โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Actually, it's not your turn to do this...... I mean, I can fix it without your help. "Do you know what it means for you to get involved? You get yourself in trouble, and then what? What do you want to do? Anyway, when it comes to exposing this in the newspapers tomorrow, exposing 'my business,' you're going to lose more as a public figure than Keith Reggie, you're going to lose fans, you're going to annoy some critics, and you're going to lose some of the studio's contracts." Are you really going to sue him?"

"It doesn't matter, Nat, do you think there are fewer critics and fans who can't get used to me? Don't worry about the production company, they like my acting skills, my looks, they like me and I can bring them benefits, because of these, even if I go to jail, they won't mind, not to mention that I just hired a friend with a criminal record?" Theorod's tone was very indifferent, even a little fearless.

"Again, yes, I have to tell him that I wasn't joking when I said it in public, but all I wanted was an apology. Reggie's contract was too overbearing, but both labor and management agreed to sign it, and he didn't blackmail you substantively, and the final outcome of our lawsuit against him was not to put him in jail for racketeering, but, like you said, it was not good for me. So I just want his apology, his apology to you, and I can't let anyone think that they can make a fuss about my friend's past, Nat, you're like my family. โ€

Theolod did not hesitate to drag on the lawsuit for him, so that Natel didn't know what to say for a while, he was really moved, there is no doubt about it, but if the other party didn't add that sentence in the end, he was afraid that his mood would be better, Natel looked at the night scene in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

The two returned to the set in silence, nearly half an hour before the time set by Fincher. Natel pulled the car aside and turned off the engine. Theorod glanced at the car door next to him, it was still locked, and Natel didn't seem to have opened the door to let him get out of the car, this small detail made Theorod sigh in his heart.

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Actually, it doesn't matter if I apologize, I don't want an apology at all. Natle slowly withdrew his empty eyes, and after a long silence, he finally spoke, "Do you know what I want?"

He looked at Theolod.

Theorod did not answer.

"I want more than just 'best friends forever', more than just 'like family'. Natel looked into Theolod's eyes and said word by word.

"I don't think I understand ......"

"I think you know what I mean. โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ Ay...... Nattel......" Theorod sighed, took off his jazz hat and sunglasses, and tugged at the silk scarf around his neck, "I think you'd better think about it before you actually say that word, think about it, you have to figure it out, is this really what you want?"

"I don't want your life to take too many detours, feelings are very complicated, when you are young, when you are old, after a long time, you will find that what you have identified before may be just a hazy illusion, and what you have insisted on for a long time may just be an obsession. I don't want to be embarrassed and regret tonight when you really figure it out, you know what I mean?"

Theolod said slowly in a tone that was as hurtful as possible, but he probably didn't realize that his overly rational and teaching attitude was actually a kind of hurt-

"Of course, you've figured it out, you're sure, and I'll respect your decision. โ€

What to decide?Come out?Hell, do you really understand the difference between confessing and coming out?!