**Chapter 156: Avril’s Dilemma**

Looking at the four people and then at Vincent Cassel, who was lying on the ground clutching his chest and unable to get up, everyone couldn't help but show strange expressions.

Shouldn't they be worried about Vincent Cassel instead?

By now, some had recognized Vincent Cassel and guessed why he had suddenly gone mad and attacked Wayne.

Of course, if Vincent Cassel hadn't been drinking, he wouldn't have dared to mess with Wayne in the first place.

Meanwhile, the bar manager quickly arrived with four tall security guards, led by a server.

As expected, the manager merely glanced expressionlessly at Vincent Cassel on the floor, then swiftly stepped over him and rushed to Wayne's side, bending down with a sycophantic smile.

It was clear he knew Wayne's status and influence.

It's no exaggeration to say that Wayne's power in Hollywood, while slightly less than Spielberg's, was on par with that of Harvey and George Lucas. He could easily stand toe-to-toe with the CEOs of the top seven studios.

Not to mention, the manager had already learned from the security footage and the server that Vincent Cassel had thrown the first punch. Even if Wayne had struck first, the manager would still side with Wayne.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Wayne. I apologize for this situation in our bar. I'm deeply sorry you and your lady friends were disturbed."

"It's not your fault," Wayne waved off the apology, interrupting him. "Alright, let's not ruin everyone's mood."

"And this guy? Should we call the police?" The bar manager glanced at Vincent Cassel on the ground.

"Forget it, no need. Just throw him out, and call an ambulance for him," Wayne replied, clearly not wanting to involve the police. For one thing, it would waste time filing a report, and for another, stealing Monica Bellucci from him wasn't exactly something to boast about.

He didn't want it becoming public knowledge.

However, some things were beyond even his control.

Only about ten minutes had passed since Vincent Cassel was thrown out by the four security guards when Wayne's phone rang.

"Hello? Sally?"

"What, you already know? Don't worry, I'm fine~"

"Come on, you know my skills. I could easily take on a dozen Vincent Cassels~"

"Alright, you have a shoot tomorrow. Get some rest~"

"Goodnight, mua~"

"..."

"Hello? Nicole?"

"You heard too?"

"Don't worry, I'm okay."

"Hello? Catherine?"

"..."

Thanks to his connections, Charlize Theron, Nicole Kidman, Rachel Weisz, and Catherine Zeta-Jones all quickly heard the news and called Wayne one after another.

Even Naomi Watts, who had already left the area, got wind of it from her old friends and called Wayne half an hour later.

Wayne couldn't help but laugh and cry; he spent more than ten minutes just answering calls.

But soon, he put the matter behind him, as things played out just as he had expected. Avril Lavigne, after finishing her performance, came over with her agent, Sandy Robert, to thank him.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne. My name is Avril Lavigne."

Since she wasn't old enough to drink yet, Avril could only substitute fruit juice for alcohol, though this didn't bother Wayne, who was clearly eyeing her with desire.

That's right, Wayne was attracted to her.

Looking at the small, fresh-faced blonde in front of him, if it weren't for the three other women by his side, he might have invited Avril out for coffee right then and there.

Avril wasn't stupid; she immediately noticed the fiery desire in Wayne's eyes.

Her heart was both excited and shy, yet also troubled.

The thing is, Wayne was just too handsome, and before coming over, her agent, Sandy Robert, had told her all about Wayne's power, influence, and generosity towards his women.

Most importantly, Wayne's swift kick that sent Vincent Cassel flying, full of raw violent beauty, had deeply stirred the punk girl's heart.

If Wayne made a move, she would be more than happy to be his girlfriend.

But Wayne already had a girlfriend—three, in fact—and countless other lovers.

If she didn't genuinely like Wayne, she wouldn't have come over, even with Sandy Robert's coaxing or the $200,000 tip Wayne had given her. She would've refused and even returned the money.

So, she was feeling quite conflicted.

She had finally met someone who made her heart race, but why did he have to be such a playboy?

Luckily, Wayne only made polite small talk, exchanged numbers with her, and didn't push things further. This both relieved and disappointed her.

There was no helping it. Aside from her face, she couldn't compete with Jessica and the others in terms of height or figure.

"I want a drink!" Avril complained to Sandy Robert as soon as she walked away.

"That's not happening, and you know it. You're not old enough to drink yet," Sandy replied without hesitation, clearly used to this request.

"But don't be discouraged. I can tell Mr. Wayne likes you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given you his number. Look at all those girls who tried to chat him up earlier, some of them even B-list stars, and he didn't give them his number."

"Yeah, but he already has three girlfriends! And so many lovers! He's such a player!" Avril grumbled.

"So what?" Sandy Robert countered sharply. "In Hollywood, men with his kind of power have even more women. The important thing is, Wayne is generous and responsible."

"And he's so handsome!" Avril added, causing Sandy to roll her eyes.

"Exactly. A man like Wayne is a rare gem in Hollywood. If you're looking for a faithful, monogamous man, forget it. This is America."

(End of chapter)