Chapter 97 Celebration Party

  Dear Drew Barrymore, script? Owe me one?

  Drew was casual and his words naturally fell into the ears of the reporters, these keen guys immediately unfolded their imagination.

  Is there an unspoken relationship between Ryan Jenkins and Drew Barrymore? Or are they just...

  "Come to think of it, I heard from people at Universal that the two of them seemed to have had some kind of run-in at Universal Studios, but I'm not sure what exactly." The well-informed reporter said in a low voice.

  Entanglement? What entanglement could there be, is it a sister-brother romance...

  Although Drew Barrymore and Gwyneth Paltrow staged a surprise attack, they were there to cheer themselves up anyway, so Ryan couldn't say anything, and gave them a polite hug in gratitude.

  "Don't be polite, Ryan, I'll go find Nicole in the back." The little pepper from his past life smiled slightly.

  "Alright Ryan, wishing your first album a huge success and selling out 10 platinum sales soon!"

  Drew leaned in close to his ear and whispered a sentence, although the two of them didn't mean anything else, but it looked completely different in the eyes of the reporter.

  These guys are professionals, quickly choosing their angles, the camera shutter never stopping for a moment, capturing every detail of this scene from front to back.

  Now they can rest assured, tomorrow's entertainment headline is settled.

  It's been a while since Ryan Jenkins made big news, what? Selling records is normal for a super genius, it would be news if his record sales were low.

  Now that's good, the super genius and fallen girl have an ambiguous relationship, how should I write it? The reporter's brain quickly turned around, as for whether the two people were in a relationship or not, that was completely not the issue, under their pens, even if the two were just ordinary acquaintances, they could be forced into being lovers in the report.

  Moreover, the two of them even hugged in front of everyone... Hmm, although it's obvious to anyone that it was just a normal courtesy, but still, taking pictures with a misleading angle...

  Is there a script? It sounds like Ryan Janken wrote one for Drew Barrymore, which is big news and definitely worth digging up!

  If the two have no relationship, why would he write a script for her? There must be an inside story, the public has the right to know, our responsibility is great and sacred, we will dig out all their privacy.

  What if there isn't? That's too easy, talking nonsense and making things up is our basic skill, if you can't even do that, then you might as well change careers.

  Rumors represent news, news represents sales, and sales represent greenbacks, so the title should be eye-catching, the content should be shocking, and even if it's fake, we can make it real!

  Many journalists have already fantasized in their minds about how to fabricate... ah, no, write.

  Ryan didn't think much of it, today's guest to help cheer him up, he thanked each and every one of them with a hug, this is one of the most basic forms of courtesy, more solemn than a handshake, no matter what these people came for, it was all human feelings.

  Back in the rest room, except for Nicole, Drew and Gwendolyn, all the others who came to cheer them on had left, after all they were all busy people, and it was already very face-saving for them to make a special trip.

  "Let's go!" Ryan helped Nicky gather her things and waved goodbye to everyone.

  "Wow, is it over?" Drew removed his earplugs and looked at John Burns. "Mr. Burns, can we go have a celebratory party now?"

  After getting a positive response from the other party, this guy let out an excited scream, she was indeed a party animal as rumored.

  The party was set at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills, Hollywood Records rented a large banquet hall, and the attendees were mostly Disney staff, of course, also invited some reporters from major newspapers.

  "Hmm"

  Amidst the thunderous applause of the crowd, a large bottle of champagne was opened, and Reed Hastings, CEO of Netflix, personally poured glass after glass.

  Because there were media present, everyone was relatively restrained and didn't spray champagne at each other. Besides, Ryan's intolerance to alcohol wasn't a secret anymore, and the record company had warned everyone beforehand.

  "Cheers!"

  Ryan raised his juice glass and clinked it against Nicole's wine glass with a loud clang, then downed the drink in one gulp.

  "Dear, drink a little less." Nikki cautioned with concern.

  "Hey Ryan, look over here and smile."

  The person who shouted his name was a familiar figure, Mike Taylor of the Los Angeles Times.

  Ryan pulled Nico, turned around, holding her slender arm, and put his head on her shoulder, revealing a brilliant smile.

  "Wait, me too!"

  Drew Barrymore threw away her wine glass and rushed up from behind, but her smile couldn't be described as brilliant, with the corners of her mouth almost reaching her ears.

  A few people posed for photos, satisfying the journalists' requests. After that, media personnel were invited out by the record company, and what was left would be party time.

  A huge cake was then wheeled in, with the jam on top of the whipped cream forming a bright gold and white logo. This was naturally to celebrate the album's sales breaking 2 million copies, and the Recording Industry Association of America officially certified "Ryan Jenkins" as a platinum record.

  "Ryan, come quick!" Burns called out.

  Looking at the huge buttercream cake, Ryan let out a wicked laugh and took over the plastic knife, cutting down the first slice with force.

  The cake was too big, and cutting it up was a hassle. Ryan only cut the symbolic first slice, leaving the rest to be handled by the waiters. He deliberately chose the two slices with the most buttercream and held them in his hands.

  "Nicole, look! I picked out the tastiest piece for you." Of course, the first to be given one was Nicole Kidman.

  "Thank you, dear."

  Although this food is a woman's greatest enemy, the fact that Ryan personally delivered it has a different meaning. Nicole took it and started savoring it in small mouthfuls without any hesitation.

  She had just thought of taking a second sip when suddenly everything went black before her eyes.

  Just as Nicole lowered her head, Ryan swung his right arm and covered the cake in his hand over Nicole Kidman's face. That white and delicate face was like a sauce-covered pancake, with white, red, and green all stuck on it.

  "Ryan Jenkins!"

  Nico let out a strange cry, and before she could react, Ryan swiftly snatched the cake from her hand with lightning speed, and then slapped it back.

  This time it was a bit low, and coincidentally landed on Nicole's protruding chest, the two mountain peaks supported by the purple shirt immediately turned white.

  Nikki immediately understood that the annoying little guy had launched a cake war against her, and she was no longer polite, but since she didn't have any ammunition in her hand, she simply used the face covered with buttercream to crash into Ryan's face.

  Ryan was ready, and with a few quick jumps he landed right next to Drew Barrymore, who was watching the commotion. Without hesitation, he snatched the cream pie from her hand and slapped it into her doll-like face.

  "Ryan!" Drew shrieked.

  But the boy who was excited about playing fully exerted his guerrilla tactics, shuttling back and forth in the crowd, snatching cakes from time to time and throwing them backwards.

  Disgruntled Drew chased after, holding a cake she had snatched from who-knows-where and threw it at Ryan's head, but her aim was off by a bit, hitting the female violinist of the band instead.

  When Ryan made a move on Drew, the older people knew what was coming next and made a swift exit, leaving the ballroom to these young people.

  Ryan was the spark that set off World War III, constantly attacking people without distinguishing who they were. Goldie and Burns, who had just walked to the door, became victims of a cake bomb.

  Others, of course, wouldn't just take the beating and started throwing ammunition everywhere. Unfortunately, several pretty ladies became the main targets of attack. Gwendolyn was the unluckiest; she was normally quite reserved and not good at this kind of commotion. Within a few minutes, her whole body was covered with cream and jam.

  But the unluckiest of all was Drew Barrymore, as Ryan had conspired with everyone in the band and they launched a full-scale attack on her, with pieces of flying cake landing all around her.

  "Wow!"

  Drew charged to the big cake under intense firepower, and simply didn't distinguish between objects. She caught someone and threw them around randomly, instantly causing several people to suffer from her poisonous touch.

  "Ahhhhh! Ryan, you rascal, I won't let you off!"

  Taking advantage of Drew being distracted by someone else, Ryan swiftly rushed over and directly picked up the remaining half of the cake and slapped it onto the girl's head. For a moment, her beautiful golden hair turned white. Enraged, Drew abandoned the other person and started chasing after him instead.

  Haha~

  Ryan laughed with great relish, but didn't notice Nicole coming up behind him. Suddenly he felt a chill on the back of his neck and a big glob of sticky stuff had already fallen into his collar.

  Reaching back, Ryan grabbed a handful of butter and, without thinking, jumped up and chased after Nicole, stuffing the butter down her neck before turning around and running away.

  "Ryan Jenkins, I remember you, wait till I get home and see how I'll deal with you!"

  Nicole Kidman couldn't catch up with Ryan and could only stand still, shouting loudly.

  As the ammunition was exhausted, the Cake World War finally sounded the retreat, and all the people in the banquet hall, including those Hollywood record company staff, became big flower faces, and their clothes could be scrapped directly.

  "Ryan!"

  On the way home in the car, Nicole pinched his ear, looking fierce but actually not using any force at all. "You little devil, my brand new suit is ruined like this!"

  Nicole Kidman and Pai Kunxi obviously exchanged clothes, looking into Ryan's eyes with a fierce light.

  But Ryan, a thick-skinned person, said casually, "Okay, dear Nicole and Patrick, I'll place an order with Versace and have them send over ten sets of their latest seasonal clothing for you."

  The web novel compilation has begun, and it's said that a new wave of questions will arise... I wonder if this type of content won't be killed off after all...