Chapter 765

After going through the back door of the villa, Murphy entered the garden and walked along the stone path for a while. There was an oak round table between several tall palm trees. Gail gado and Margot Robbie were sitting beside the round table, drinking tea and chatting. It seemed that they were talking about something happy. They both laughed very brightly.

"Back so early?" Gail gado saw Murphy and asked, "is it all done?"

Murphy pulled up a chair next to the round table and sat to Gail gado's left. "Carla's gone to Nevada."

Margot Robbie brought Murphy a cup of tea and put it in front of him. "Sugar and milk?"

"No Murphy shook his head and took a sip from his cup. "I like the original black tea."

"Do you want to go out?" Gail gado asked, "eat at home?"

"Should not..."

Murphy's cell phone rang before he finished. He took a look and saw that it was Robert, the lawyer. He stood up, walked to one side, pressed the answer button, said a few words and came back.

Gail - gado simple Murphy face helpless, asked, "looks like something?"

"Well." Murphy nodded. "Robert asked me to meet. It's urgent."

He picked up his cup, took another sip, and said, "I'll meet him at the beach in Santa Monica."

"Come back for dinner?" Gail gado seems to be a very good wife.

"Not necessarily." Murphy shrugged. "Let me call you."

With that, he strode toward the villa and informed the driver and bodyguard to prepare the car and wait at the entrance of the villa.

After seeing Murphy disappear from the garden, Margot Robbie asks, "is it something to do with Sony Columbia Pictures?"

It's an open secret among the stantons, but they don't talk about it.

"No Gail gado shook his head. "It's probably for Diego Ross."

Hearing the name, Margot Robbie naturally knew who it was and asked, "is Murphy still working on his parole?"

Gail gado sighed softly. "Never stopped."

Although Murphy never said it, as a pillow person, she didn't know about it. Moreover, as long as Murphy was in Los Angeles, she would visit Diego Ross in California Independent prison every one to two months.

"Can that man come out?" Asked Margot Robbie.

"Not now." Gail gado thought about it, and to be honest, "it is estimated that in a few years, there will be the possibility of parole."

She knew that Murphy's work was not in vain.

Seeing that Gail gado was not in a high mood, Margot Robbie asked, "what happened between you and Murphy?"

"We?" Gail gado was stunned at first, then understood, "we've tried to change roles, but I can't do it."

"No?" Margot Robbie, "why do you hit me so well?"

Gail gado frowned. "That's different."

Margot Robbie seemed to have something else to say. Gail gado raised his hand to stop her. "Maggie, don't talk about these things any more."

A few days ago, when they changed roles and she was unable to start, she once talked with Murphy about taking Margot Robbie as the object of practice. Anyway, except for beating Margot Robbie several times, there was no excessive relationship between them, and she didn't mind talking about it with her fiance.

Although Murphy was just a little angry and believed what she said, there was no misunderstanding that did not exist at all, Gail gado knew very well that this kind of mischief between girlfriends should be enough. With Murphy's character, if she took Margot Robbie as the experimental object again, maybe Murphy would hang Margot Robbie up and beat him

This kind of result is not what she wants to see.

Anyway, it's all her and Murphy's game.

"Aren't you married yet?" Margot - Robbie timely changed the subject, "are engaged for so long."

Gail gado smiles. "Don't worry."

So she was a little worried, but Murphy didn't mention it and couldn't say anything.

"The work is too busy." Gail gado found a very strong reason, "always busy with these things at hand."

Margot Robbie cautioned, "with Murphy's nature, the work is never done."

Gail gado smiles, but says nothing more. She's not 30 years old and can wait

In front of the villa, Murphy got on the black Rolls Royce phantom and told the driver, "go to Santa Monica Beach, south of the old trestle."

As for the operation of Diego Ross parole, it's not suitable to see the light. Every time we talk about the relevant topic in detail, Murphy and lawyer Robert will go to a quiet area where there is no one, that is, the place he told the driver.After unremitting efforts and spending a lot of money, this matter has finally come to light. Although Diego Roth is a felon and can't be paroled in a short time, there is still a great chance that he can come out after spending a few more years in prison.

Murphy said he didn't want to see his best friend die in prison.

When he was in prison, he knew what kind of place it was. Although rose didn't care now, when he really got old, he would be infected by the fear of dying in prison

Some ferocious people even commit suicide because of this panic after they are old and frail.

Being in prison for a long time, coupled with being old, will make a great change even for people like rose.

The gate of wave manor opens, the black Rolls Royce phantom drives out, turns on the secluded road in front of the gate, and then drives towards Santa Monica.

"Eh..."

Seeing the Rolls Royce phantom coming out of the manor and whistling past her car, Daisy immediately started the car. Although she didn't see who was sitting in the car because of the special relationship of the car glass, she was keen to find that there were two people on the car through the front windshield, and the one sitting in the driver's seat was always following Murphy Smith The driver in tanton.

Is Murphy Stanton out again?

Thinking of this, Daisy immediately started the car to follow up. The Rolls Royce phantom left Beverly Hills in front of her and drove to Santa Monica.

Daisy didn't know why. She always felt that Murphy Stanton was sitting in the car in front of her. She didn't hesitate to follow her.

"Sir..." The driver found a Ford car following him and reminded Murphy, "there are reporters following."

Murphy waved his hand casually. "Don't worry about him."

Reporters follow him wherever he goes. He has been used to it for a long time, otherwise he won't come out in this car. Anyway, he will hide in this car when he meets Robert. He doesn't have to worry about what the reporters hear, or take pictures and analyze them with lip language.

He has always been a very cautious person. He will naturally keep his hands on some things. For example, this car is equipped with special equipment. Even if someone wants to record, the final recording is a mess.

This is not that he is suspicious, but that he must have a basic sense of prevention in some things.

As for reporters taking photos or videos from some distance and scribbling on newspapers and websites tomorrow, Murphy doesn't care at all.

"Where is this going?" Daisy watched the car in front of her turn onto the promenade in Santa Monica. "It's not a good season for swimming, is it?"

My heart is so nagging, but the speed did not slow down, driving Ford mixed in the traffic, also turned on the Binhai Avenue.

The Rolls Royce mirage in front went all the way south, and then turned to a quiet road at a fork in the road. Daisy, a Los Angeles native, had come to this road countless times and knew that it was the road leading to an old trestle in Santa Monica.

That trestle can be regarded as a scenic spot in Santa Monica. In spring and summer, some people will go there specially, but now it's winter, few people will go there.

"To a secluded place?"

Daisy got excited. "If the people in the car are really Murphy Stanton, it's also suitable to go where no one is."

At this moment, she very much hopes that the Rolls Royce phantom in front of her can find the quietest place to stop.

As if God or the magician had heard her prayer, the black Rolls Royce phantom passed the place where the old trestle was, drove south for about half a mile, and suddenly stopped.

Daisy also stepped on the brake and stopped the car nearly 100 feet away from the car in front.

While parking the car, Daisy took a hat from the co driver's seat and put it on her head to cover her dazzling short golden hair. Then she took out the short pistol hidden under her coat and put it into the pocket of her windbreaker. Then she took the camera that pretended to be a reporter, opened the door and got out of the car.

The door of Rolls Royce's phantom also opened, and a white man who looked rather strong got off the car first. Daisy followed for so long, and naturally recognized that it was Murphy's driver.

Then she saw the rear door open and a familiar figure get out of the car.

"Traitor!"

The moment she saw Murphy, Daisy whispered a word, "damn traitor!"

Seeing the silence around her, she walked towards Murphy.

On the other side, Murphy left the car and came to the side of the road ten feet away. He stood by the guardrail near the sea and looked at his watch. It was probably that the road was smooth, and he didn't meet the red light. He came ten minutes earlier than he had agreed, and Robert hadn't come yet.

"Miss..." The voice of the driver and bodyguard suddenly rang out, "you can shoot. Please don't disturb Mr. Stanton."

Murphy turned to see a female reporter with a camera in her hand. She was photographing and approaching. Behind her, there was an old Ford.After only one look, he was sure that this was the reporter who followed him.

Having worked in this industry in those years, Murphy knew that it was not easy for reporters to have a meal. As long as these guys didn't come to disturb him, just like in the past, he would not care about reporters taking photos.

To this extent, the director is tracked and filmed by reporters all the time, just like drinking water and eating.