CH-52. Nightclub Carnival! Mutual Tricks !

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"Ah! How could this happen!" Harley made a bitter face, completely disappointed.

After hearing her words, Jason was still a little confused, "According to what you said, once Avril is kidnapped, the police will immediately suspect you."

Christine said, "Do you think I'm that stupid? There's a dance in Beverly Hills tonight. I'll stay there until the end of the dance to create an alibi."

Jason was unconvinced and argued, "Then the police could still suspect you hired someone to kill her. After all, the conflict between you and her is well known in the entertainment industry."

Christine looked at Jason and said with a playful smile, "The prerequisite for the police to suspect me of hiring a killer is that both of you are arrested by the police and give me away."

Jason suddenly realized, "No wonder you didn't do it yourself and needed me to handle it. You're putting all your hopes on me."

Christine said, "Although you're a scumbag, your methods and abilities in getting things done make me feel very reassured."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment!"

Thirty minutes later, Jason and Harley's human skin masks were completely modified.

After changing into cross-dressing clothes, Jason turned into an ordinary middle-aged bearded man, and Harley transformed into a menopausal aunt with age spots on her face.

Harley took out a mirror and looked at herself, frowning as she said, "Why do I have to be an old lady? I suspect you're deliberately messing with me."

Christine covered her mouth and laughed, "You think too much. There are aunts like this everywhere on the street. Even if you're photographed by the camera, it will be difficult for the police to identify the suspect. Everything I do is for your safety."

Harley raised her middle finger, "I don't trust you!"

After the disguise was completed, Christine's mission was accomplished.

She put on her human skin mask again and called her men to pick her up.

Before leaving, she took out two tickets and sent an address to Jason's phone.

"A nightclub is opening in the South District, and Avril is an avid nightclub lover. According to the information I got, she will secretly go to the nightclub tonight. Here's the address of the nightclub and the ticket."

Jason took the ticket and made an OK gesture.

Christine blew a kiss to him from across the air, got into her men's car, and left.

"Slut!" Harley cursed unhappily.

The two sat in the car and checked their equipment. When it got dark, Jason started the car and drove toward the nightclub.

An hour later, the Mercedes stopped at the entrance of the nightclub.

The tall black security guard looked at the middle-aged man and woman in front of him and suddenly felt strange.

Nowadays, do old men and women also come to dance?

Jason handed over two tickets, and the security guard stamped their hands and let them go.

It was not yet the busiest time at the nightclub, but due to the club's vigorous promotion, the place was almost full of people.

The dazzling lights, the blasting electronic music, the DJ's roar, and the men and women swaying their bodies desperately around the dance floor, dancing like a group of demons, deeply stimulated everyone's nerves.

A waiter in a black suit walked up to the two of them and said in Jason's ear, "Sir, do you have a reservation?"

Jason shook his head without saying anything. He just took out a stack of Benjamin Franklins from his pocket—about twenty of them—and threw them to the waiter without counting.

After pinching it with his fingers to feel the thickness, the waiter stuffed the money into his trouser pocket and nodded hurriedly, "Sir, there are private rooms and booths inside, both are the best. Which one do you want?"

Jason leaned close to his ear and said, "I heard Ms. Avril will be here tonight. I wonder where her room is?"

"This... is all gossip..." The waiter looked a little embarrassed.

Jason said nothing and activated his money ability skill again. "Don't worry, my wife and I are both fans of Ms. Avril. We just want to meet her and get an autographed photo. This request isn't too much, right?"

After the US dollars were placed into the waiter's pocket, his face changed drastically, and he quickly guided the two people upstairs, "Not too much, not too much at all! Miss Avril is in the private room on the second floor. I will arrange your room next to hers."

Arriving on the second floor, the waiter led the two into a luxuriously decorated room, "Please sit down first. Miss Avril is playing downstairs. I'll introduce her to you when she returns to the private room."

"Okay! If you can satisfy my wish, you will get a tip." Jason took out a stack of cash and slapped it on the table.

The waiter smiled, "Thank you, sir! Then I'll go get you some wine. What would you like to drink?"

"Scotch whisky, more than ten years old."

"Ok sir, please wait a moment!"

The waiter smiled and respectfully left the room.

'Today is really my lucky day. The tips I earned in one day are equivalent to a month's salary.'

Soon, the waiter brought a bottle of fifteen-year-old Scotch whisky into the box and poured the drink for Jason.

"Sir, Miss Avril is about to go on stage to sing." The waiter pointed to the transparent glass of the box and said, "Your box has the best view, which is no worse than the concert site."

Jason nodded and said, "Okay! After Miss Avril finishes singing, I'll trouble you to help introduce her."

The waiter responded and bowed to leave the box.

Jason and Harley picked up their wine glasses, sat on the sofa by the window, and looked towards the stage downstairs.

After the exciting dance music ended, the DJ stopped playing, and the nightclub became quiet instantly.

Just when the audience's interest was interrupted and they were about to complain, a man in a black windbreaker came onto the stage.

The DJ screamed, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome tonight's special guest... Ms. Avril Lavigne!"

Avril took off her black windbreaker, wore a black silk leather skirt, and sported smoky makeup as she appeared in front of everyone.

Today, Avril is a top American singer with a large number of fans all over the world. Her appearance instantly ignited the atmosphere of the nightclub.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the audience burst into deafening cheers.

"Ooooooooooooooooooo!!! Avril!!!"

In the box, Harley clapped and shouted her idol's name excitedly.

Jason glanced at her and said calmly, "Shut up! You fake fan!"

Harley ignored him and continued cheering.

A familiar BGM sounded, it was Avril Lavigne's famous song "Girlfriend."

"Hey, hey, you, you"

(I'm talking about you)

"I don't like your girlfriend"

(I don't like your girlfriend)

"No way, no way"

(No way)

"I think you need a new one"

(Maybe I can try)

"I know that you like me"

(I know you're interested in me)

"No way, no way"

(Don't be shy)

"No, it's not a secret"

(Everyone knows this)