Chapter 267: Threat in the Hospital Room

The navel-touching competition ended with a white model from Bulgaria emerging as the winner.

"This business card is for you. If you want to audition, I can arrange it for you," Ethan handed her a card.

The model looked excited and a bit incredulous as she took the card.

But Harvey Weinstein, seemingly unwilling to be outdone by Ethan, also pulled out a business card and handed it to the model. "Ethan, you're too stingy. Sweetheart, you don't even need to audition with me. Just come to me, and I'll arrange a role that'll make you shine."

"Thank you, thank you," the model responded repeatedly, making Harvey very pleased. He couldn't help but greedily scan her up and down.

"Wow!" The girl beside Harvey exclaimed, then coquettishly said, "Harvey, I want one too."

"You? Look at your waist. It's like a barrel... Hahaha," Harvey said bluntly, not caring how hurtful his words were.

The girl's expression dimmed, but she forced a smile to go along with Harvey.

Ethan observed the scene silently. After the party ended, he drove to a secluded street.

After waiting for a while, a figure got into the car, led by Tom.

It was the Bulgarian model.

"Boss," the model nodded respectfully at Ethan.

Ethan, wearing sunglasses, was reflected in the rearview mirror. Though his face wasn't entirely clear, his approval of the model's actions was evident.

"Liz, you did well today."

"Thank you, Boss. Harvey spoke to me privately again," Liz recounted everything that had happened at the party. "He told me not to go to you because you wouldn't offer me any good roles. He said he had more influence in the industry and could arrange major film appearances for me. He even suggested that I had a chance at winning an Oscar."

"Heh." Ethan chuckled. "He's always been confident. And then?"

"Then he wanted me to stay at the party tonight, but I told him my mother was waiting at home, so I left. Before I left, he told me to visit his office tomorrow to discuss roles in detail."

"Looks like our opportunity has arrived," Ethan tapped his knee. "Tomorrow, put this in the sole of your high heel."

He handed her a small, button-sized light brown listening device. Liz took it carefully and placed it in her bag.

"Remember, don't have any physical contact with Harvey. That guy loves to use forceful methods. He'll probably take your bag, so be cautious."

"Don't worry, Boss. I used to run the streets," Liz smiled. She was no naive girl-next-door.

"Good," Ethan nodded. Tom opened the car door, and Liz got out, returning to her own car and driving away.

Ethan was then driven home by Tom.

The next afternoon, Ethan was handling company affairs when he received a report from his subordinates.

"Liz was beaten?"

"Is she seriously hurt?"

While Yuffie was pouring tea for Ethan, she raised an eyebrow upon hearing those words and glanced at him.

"Good, calm her down and tell her someone will pay for this."

"Didn't go well?" Yuffie asked after Ethan hung up. She walked behind him and placed her delicate hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them.

"It went too well," Ethan sneered. "That old pervert Harvey couldn't wait to force himself on Liz the moment she walked into his office. She resisted and kicked him. He got furious and beat her."

"He's probably too used to his position of power," Yuffie speculated. "But I think he'll soon realize and try to do damage control with Liz."

"That's exactly what I'm waiting for," Ethan nodded. "I've already made preparations. Now we just wait for him to show up."

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Liz, staying in a private room, received a visit from several lawyers and police officers.

"Miss Liz, we are lawyers representing Mr. Harvey Weinstein. We are here to discuss your attack on Mr. Weinstein."

Looking at Liz, whose head was wrapped in gauze, the lead lawyer spoke in an emotionless tone.

Liz immediately flared up upon hearing this. "Attack? You're saying I attacked him? Damn it, he sexually harassed me and then beat me!"

"Apologies, Miss Liz. I understand you're upset, but please calm down," the lawyer said as he opened his laptop. "Take a look at this surveillance footage."

Liz frowned as she saw the footage. In the video, Harvey was the first to rush out of his office, followed by herself, holding a vase and seemingly chasing after him.

The lawyer paused the video. "As you can see, the footage clearly shows you chasing and attacking my client, Mr. Harvey Weinstein."

"I was resisting! Are you blind? Look at my head!" Liz pointed at her bandaged wounds, furious.

The lawyer raised a hand to signal for her to calm down. "Don't be hasty, Miss Liz. These bandages and injuries only prove that there was a physical altercation. However, the cause of the altercation is, unfortunately, not in your favor."

He paused, observing Liz's angry expression before smirking slightly. "But my client, Mr. Weinstein, sympathizes with your situation. He's offering you two options. First, you can settle, compensating my client for medical expenses and defamation damages. We've calculated, and the amount is…"

Liz looked at his raised fingers. "Thirty thousand dollars?"

"No, three million dollars."

The exorbitant demand stunned Liz. "You're insane!"

"This is a carefully calculated amount, Miss Liz. No issues at all. Of course, your second option is for us to press criminal charges for intentional assault. The officers here will take you into custody."

At this, the police officers stepped forward. "We, the NYPD, will handle this fairly, don't worry."

"Fairly?" Liz sneered. Realizing she was being cornered, she gritted her teeth and said, "What if I have evidence? What if I have proof that Harvey tried to assault me?"

"What?" The lawyer was caught off guard. His composed expression finally cracked.

However, as a professional, he quickly regained his calm. "I must remind you, Miss Liz, if you're referring to Harvey's invitations or witness testimonies, those do not count as direct evidence."

"I'm well aware," Liz sneered. "It's not just empty words. I have a recording—proof that Harvey tried to assault me. He said he liked me, wanted to make me famous, and wanted to touch my silk-like skin. Does that count as sexual assault?"

The lawyer's frown deepened. He hadn't expected Liz to be prepared. This contradicted Harvey's assurance that she had been searched and no recording device was found.

So where did the recording come from?

The lawyer recalled an incident from a few years ago.

While he was silent, the police quickly said, "You can hand the evidence over to us. If Harvey really attempted to assault you, we will investigate and press charges."

"Yeah, right," Liz scoffed. "I'm not suing him—yet. And you're not getting the evidence. Tell Harvey I won't let him off. I've already given the recording to someone I trust. If anything happens to me, it'll be made public. So don't even think about coming after me."

"Miss Liz, without proof, you're merely making claims. The charges against you won't be dropped. And fabricating evidence is a serious crime."

The lawyer tried to intimidate Liz, but she remained unshaken. "Believe what you want. But you should ask your boss if he's willing to risk everything. If you want to sue me, go ahead. We'll let the court hear the evidence. I'm just a model, but your boss is a Hollywood heavyweight."

With that, she pressed the nurse call button, summoning staff to escort them out.

The NYPD officers tried to ask for evidence again, but Liz ignored them.

After everyone left, Tom, wearing a baseball cap, discreetly entered her room. After checking the surroundings, he reassured her, "The boss knows about this. Don't worry, Harvey will pay."

"Good. That disgusting pig is revolting!" Liz spat. Then, looking at Tom, she added, "If he were as handsome as you, maybe I'd consider it."

Tom was momentarily stunned but didn't respond.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Liz, no longer bothering with pretense, asked directly. She was, as she put it, a street girl at heart.

With her red hair, sexy figure, and striking features, even her crude words didn't make her unappealing.

"No," Tom shook his head.

"Why not? Is it because there's no one suitable around the boss?" Liz teased, making Tom momentarily speechless.

But Tom was a straightforward guy, so he didn't hold back. "I'm too lazy to look. It feels like a hassle."

"Hey, buddy, then how do you take care of your personal needs?" Liz asked bluntly.

"I go to Prostitute..." Tom admitted frankly. Maybe it was Liz's attitude that reminded him of his days in the military.

The women there were just as direct.

"I knew it. But that must feel awful, right? They don't even know what positions you like." Liz shook her head.

"Maybe." Tom felt that even he couldn't quite handle Liz's line of questioning.

Luckily, Liz didn't press further since her head was aching, and she needed rest.

Two days later, just when Liz was about to be discharged, Harvey's lawyer came again.

But this time, he brought a security team. These men entered the hospital room first, conducting a thorough sweep to ensure there were no recording devices before allowing the lawyer inside.

Liz sneered at the scene. "What? Afraid I'll record your ugly faces?"

"This is just a necessary precaution," the lawyer replied. "After careful consideration, Mr. Harvey has decided not to pursue charges against Miss Liz and is even willing to offer a generous medical compensation package to soothe both your physical and emotional distress."

"Oh?" Liz lit a cigarette with interest. "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"

"Not at all." The lawyer nodded. "This payment amounts to about one million dollars. As long as Miss Liz hands over all electronic devices and guarantees there are no backups, the money will be delivered to you in the form of an untraceable check."

"And then?" Liz exhaled a puff of smoke. "You think you can buy me off with that little?"

The lawyer was clearly sensitive to the smoke, pressing his fingers against his nose as he spoke. "Miss Liz, do you find the amount insufficient? We can negotiate further. But I must clarify that this payment is strictly for medical expenses and emotional distress—it carries no other implications."

"So what? I never tried to blackmail you," Liz smirked mockingly. "I'm not handing over the evidence, so don't even think about it."

Seeing that Liz wouldn't budge, one of the burly bodyguards stepped forward, pressing her down, while another guard drew a gun.

"You're threatening me now? Let me go!" Liz shouted. "All the evidence is with my best friend. If I die or get hurt, she will release it and sue you all. I'm not joking!"

The lawyer fell silent for a moment before raising his hand.

Immediately, the two bodyguards stepped back, releasing Liz.

"Alright, Miss Liz, what are your conditions? Just tell me." The lawyer continued, "Mr. Harvey is very sincere. Let's not let this escalate beyond control, alright?"

Liz, still shaken, looked around at the people in the room and said, "Then stop trying to control me. Give me a few days to think. If I have any demands, I'll contact you."

"Fine." The lawyer tossed a business card onto the hospital bed. "Miss Liz, I hope you won't take too long. Otherwise, if anything unfortunate happens, we'll all be very sad."

Liz said nothing.

A few minutes after they left, Tom walked into the hospital room.

"If you took this long to come in and save me, I'd already be dead," Liz complained.

Tom didn't show any sign of apology. "I was listening outside the whole time. If they had chambered a round, I would've rushed in."

"Good thing they didn't." Liz picked up her cigarette pack and tossed it to Tom. "This should be enough, right?"

"More than enough. You did well. I believe the boss will be happy to give you a generous reward." Tom took out a cigarette that looked no different from the others, snapped it open, and revealed the metallic silver glint inside.

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