America 1982-Chapter 314 - 19: Seven Hundred Thousand as Consultancy Fee_2

"Shit~ What the hell are you doing, bro? It’s her fucking first time in this business, you gotta give her..." Stephen asked breathlessly after hearing Tommy’s ranting speech.

Tommy stared at Diane while speaking to Stephen on the phone, "It’s my fucking first time spending so much money on a chick, too. It’s a first time for both of us, so why the hell should I accommodate her? In America, we believe in gender equality! The civil rights movement can’t just be lip service!"

Stephen, with a tone of helplessness, said, "Cut it out, Tommy, I know you’re not..."

"Stephen, you’re a damn fool who’ll be finished by a woman someday," Tommy, seeing that Stephen hadn’t grasped his intent to scare the girl and having no chemistry with him, could only mutter irritably and hang up the phone.

At that moment, Diane wiped her face with a napkin, looked at Tommy with a calm tone and steady gaze, "Your friend didn’t play along with scaring me; must be disappointing for you."

"You trying to act smart with your face full of salad dressing is fucking hilarious," Tommy, frustrated, walked back and threw the towel in his hand to her:

"Alright, we’re even now. I just feel sorry for the money that dumbass Stephen spent on my behalf. I am not stingy; I just prefer spending money where it’s worth it. But you are quite perceptive; you’re right, Stephen is a kind fool who doesn’t hurt women."

"In Hollywood, reading people is a mandatory skill," Diane Linn said while taking the towel Tommy tossed her and wiping the stains from her face and body:

"So, for your seven hundred thousand, if you slept with an Oscar-winning actress, maybe you’d feel like you got your money’s worth?"

"No, there’s not a woman in the world worth that price, except for my girlfriend," Tommy said as he sat back down, undid his shirt, took it off, and began cutting his steak with a dining knife.

Diane wiped a few more times, realized it was hopeless, and simply took off her evening dress too, sitting back at the dining table in her underwear: "But you clearly don’t respect her."

"Respecting her doesn’t conflict with sleeping with other women," Tommy replied, putting a small piece of steak into his mouth.

Diane started to cut her food, asking while cutting, "Is that true what you’re saying?"

"What?" Tommy asked, mouth full of meat, his words muffled.

Diane stopped cutting the steak, looked up at Tommy, "Your girlfriend, the girl from a small town with an average story of self-actualization."

"If you overlook her father’s shipbuilding company worth half a billion, yeah, she’s just a regular girl from a remote town," Tommy swallowed his food, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

He hesitated a moment, then picked up the decanter and refilled Diane’s glass, which had been emptied on his face.

"Thanks," Diane said, looking at Tommy pouring the wine with a smile, "A woman throws wine in your face, and you’re still willing to pour her a glass. That slightly improves my opinion of you. So, you’re a kept man, using your girlfriend’s money to... Have your fun, is that true?"

After pouring the wine, Tommy put down the bottle, went back to his seat, swirled the wine in his glass, and looked at Diane: "Of course, I seduce women for their money with my looks, so when you threw wine in my face, I couldn’t stand it."

"Your acting is really good, able to tell a complete lie with such a serious face," Diane said to Tommy.

"I’m sorry for the hurtful things I said earlier; I mean that sincerely," Tommy raised his glass to Diane with a serious expression.

Diane raised her glass to clink it lightly with his: "I accept, but I won’t agree to your big money-making proposal, even if I could earn an extra four hundred thousand."

"I was joking. You’re my date tonight, only I can touch you," Tommy brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip, speaking indifferently.

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang. Tommy glanced down at his boxers and then at Diane, dressed only in her underwear: "Who do you think is better suited to answer the door?"

"Let’s just continue with our meal," Diane said to Tommy.

"Makes sense," Tommy nodded, "I bet it’s Stephen the peacekeeper."

They continued to eat, ignoring the doorbell, which soon turned into the sound of knocking, and a woman’s voice outside called out: "Diane! Darling, are you okay?"

Upon hearing this voice, Diane quickly got up, not minding that she was only in her underwear, and walked briskly to open the door,

A tall blonde rushed in, hugged her tightly, then turned, positioning Diane so she was between the newcomer and Tommy in the room. The blonde anxiously asked Diane, "Diane, are you alright? Has anyone hurt you?"

"Who is she?" Tommy curiously asked, noticing the anxious blonde.

Diane patted the other’s shoulder, as her tone relaxed to comfort her, "I am fine, Laura, don’t worry."

After she let go of the shaken woman, Diane Linn introduced her to Tommy: "Laura Dunn, my friend, and it was she who set up this deal for me."

"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Dunn. I beg your pardon for not getting up to shake hands as that would be awkward, considering I’m not fully dressed," Tommy glanced at her, then continued to cut his steak and lift it to his mouth.

Seeing Tommy’s shirt on the floor stained with red wine, and looking at the evening dress on the floor covered in salad dressing, Laura whispered nervously to Diane, "Mr. Stephen called me to check if you were in any trouble."