Chapter 998: Waving Sleeves

So, things should...wait, no, where should things start...wait, wait! What's going on?

Question mark, question mark, and question mark.

Court's brain froze briefly and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

It was so unexpected, shocking and surprising that Court's heart almost exploded. His vision was blurred and he was completely unable to react for a moment.

Take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath! Court forced himself to calm down. Although his heart was still pounding against his chest, the fresh oxygen allowed his brain to slowly start functioning again:

If Gawain is in this car, then where is Dimitrov? Is he in the first car?

But why?

Why did Gawain and Dimitrov play such a trick? One possibility is that the real explosive point is hidden in Gawain's villa, and Dimitrov's third party may be inside now.

One possibility is that Dimitrov was indeed in the first car, and he did not come to the airport but went there to have a private meeting with a third party.

Vaguely, Court realized that things were not that simple. There must be other possibilities behind the complicated context. Moreover, these two possibilities seemed to have loopholes and were illogical. He should calm down and sort things out slowly.

The problem is, there is no time and no patience——

My brain almost exploded.

Thinking of this, Court didn't bother to sort out his thoughts. He seized a possibility, trusted his intuition, and took action immediately.

The first car.

No matter what the answer was, he now had two choices, either return to the villa or find the first car. After thinking it over, Court chose the latter.

He rushed towards his car and saw a ticket stuck on the windshield wiper. He cursed in annoyance, but he didn't care anymore. He tore off the ticket and got into the driver's seat, threw the ticket on the passenger seat, started the engine, drove away, and disappeared in the sea of ​​cars leaving the airport.

…

"Gawain, what did you just say to that paparazzi? Why did he freeze?" Tobias followed Gawain, his face full of curiosity.

Paparazzi are known for their persistence, just like leeches; once they stick to you, you have to bleed a little before you can get rid of them.

But what happened today?

Although Tobias thought he knew Gawain well enough, he still found surprises again and again, like an endless treasure.

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Paparazzi? I told him, welcome to the world of tennis."

What? Tobias blinked, not realizing the power of this sentence. Was it a variation of "Welcome to Hollywood"?

So, what's the point? Is the tennis world a hell? Why did the paparazzi act like they saw a ghost? As I was talking, a traveler came up to me with a big smile on his face, "Gao Wen, today's Australian Open final was really exciting. Congratulations on winning the championship at Melbourne Park."

It's the fans! Compared with last year's surprise victory at the US Open, Gao Wen's recognition has indeed risen to a higher level, and fans can be seen in his daily life.

Although they are not surrounded like Hollywood stars, they can still be identified.

Gao Wen expressed his gratitude in a friendly and polite manner, signed the other party's suitcase, and finally took a photo together.

This small action directly triggered the excitement of several other fans nearby. They gained courage and came up one by one to take photos with Gao Wen.

After a brief delay of ten minutes in the departure hall, Tobias and Gawain headed to the VIP lounge together.

Gao Wen's flight is in the afternoon, and it is not time to check in yet, so he can only wait in the lounge.

After settling in, Tobias went to the counter first to check in Dimitrov, and when he returned to the lounge, Dimitrov had already arrived.

"...I totally didn't expect it." Dimitrov's mood seemed to brighten a little, and he was describing it to Gawain in vivid detail.

Tobias's nervousness relaxed a little, and he asked, "From your expression, everything should be going well?"

Dimitrov nodded and smiled. "It went completely smoothly. We didn't encounter any problems during the whole process. We also arrived at the terminal smoothly."

"From beginning to end, I didn't see a single paparazzi, but how did Gao Wen do it?"

Dimitrov, not in the first car, nor in the second car.

The driver of the first car was actually Gao Wen's villa manager.

Usually, he is mainly responsible for cleaning and keeping furniture when Gao Wen is not at home, ensuring that everything is running smoothly. If Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun want to come to Los Angeles for vacation, they can come at any time.

Today, he was assigned another task, which was to drive away and lure the tiger away from the mountain.

But Gao Wen knew that paparazzi were suspicious by nature and would probably not be fooled so easily; or maybe after catching up with the first car, they would immediately realize that it was a feint, so a second car was created.

Tobias and Gawain will take the field themselves.

Gawain even wore Dimitrov's shirt just to confuse the audience.

Finally, Dimitrov waited at home for some time and took a taxi to the airport.

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Of course, there is also a possibility that the paparazzi who left earlier came back and accidentally blocked Dimitrov's way. This is why he chose a taxi. As long as he enters Santa Monica Boulevard, the taxi can disappear in the thousands of cars in the city, serving as the last insurance.

As a result, just as Dimitrov said, the journey was smooth and no one paid any attention to Dimitrov. Things couldn't be simpler.

Over there——

Huff, huff.

Court was breathing heavily, opened the car door, and looked at the familiar villa in front of him, his eyes full of shock. What was going on with this confusing route?

After leaving the airport, Court used his connections to contact the other two people who were following the car, and by exchanging information, he located the first car.

Then, after much trouble, he drove around the city and finally caught up with the progress, trailing far behind Gawain's car.

finally!

As long as you keep up, you won’t get lost.

Court stretched his neck and looked over from a distance. His brain, which had finally recovered, began to work again.

Why did he always feel that something was wrong? But his brain hadn't started to function yet, his throat was already burning, and now he finally had time to drink some water.

Gurgle.

Before he could swallow the first mouthful of water in his throat, he saw Gawain's car turn into a familiar neighborhood and enter the driveway.

Cough cough.

Cough cough!

Court was choked and couldn't stop coughing as he looked at the familiar scene around him.

Back...back?

After traveling around every corner of Los Angeles, they ended up back at the starting point?

In front of me was Gawain's villa.

Court almost choked to death on the saliva. So, did "Gawain" drive out early in the morning just to take the dog for a walk? Excuse me, can he swear? They were just taken for a long walk and worked hard all morning, and no one cared? (End of this chapter)