The cool sea breeze blew from the west, bringing a few refreshing feeling. Gale Gadot pulled Murphy out of a corridor with steps, and came to the vicinity of the dormitory building where Murphy still remembered. Although it was late at night, most of the windows opposite the dormitory building were on, illuminating the men and women present nearby.

The University of California, Los Angeles has strict management, and this small building is only residential, so men are restricted from staying overnight.

However, similar to most schools in the United States, regulations and implementation are always different things. As long as the black woman who manages the small building is caught directly at the door, it is actually nothing.

"This man is very greedy," said Gal Gadot, walking to the door of the building, and then looking at Murphy holding her hand. "But this man never admits it, always looks serious. If you send her hands to her, you will definitely refuse, and you must pass the hand of a third person who has no interest."

Murphy looked into the dormitory building through the glass door at the door and asked curiously, "Does she think this has nothing to do with her?"

Gal Gadot shrugged, "That's what she thinks."

A man and a woman passed by them at this time, walked to the door of the dormitory building with a swagger. A man came out of the door and walked in with the two of them.

From the angle where Murphy stood, he could see the man coming out from behind, walked to a large glass window in the door, and handed a paper bag in his hand to the dark woman inside. The woman looked down at the things inside the bag, and the man and woman passing by the window seemed to be air, and walked in easily.

Withdrew his gaze, Murphy looked around and asked, "Can we find someone to cover?"

Gal Gadot shook his head, "It's too late, it's hard to find."

"Then go in." Murphy pulled Gal Gadot and wanted to walk to the door. Suddenly, he saw someone waiting on the other road with his bag and said to Gal Gadot, "Wait."

After saying that, he strode over and said to the man wearing the hat, "Hey, classmate, can you help me?"

The man glanced at this side, walked over quickly, then tilted his head and looked at Gal Gadot behind Murphy, immediately understood what was going on, and asked, "Do you want to go in?"

She took off her baseball cap and stood opposite Murphy. Murphy saw the face under the brim clearly, which seemed familiar, but could not remember where he had seen it, and he was sure that he had no acquaintance of Arab descent.

"Yes." Murphy nodded.

"Okay, I'll go in later." said the young girl of obviously Arab origin, "and you and Gail come in again."

Murphy wondered, "Do you know Gale?"

"I live opposite her." The Arab girl reminded Murphy, "We have seen it before, my name is Mesa Mohammed..."

"Oh..." Murphy remembered, "When I sent Gale."

He looked back at the back, and Gal Gadot was still standing there, without any intention of greeting the neighbors opposite.

"Thank you then." Murphy said politely.

Mesa Mohamed smiled slightly, then walked into the dormitory gate and found the black woman directly. She took out two pieces of chocolate from her bag like magic. Murphy turned her head and pulled Gal Gadot, just like the previous pair of men and women, walked into the dormitory building with a swagger.

When he arrived at the floor where Gal Gadot moved in, he stood at the door of the dormitory for a while, and Gal Gadot also stood with him.

After only more than a minute, Mesa Mohamed turned from the corner of the stairs.

"Thank you." Gal Gadot smiled at her.

"You're welcome." Mesa Mohamed said with a smile, "We are neighbors and should help each other."

Gal Gadot nodded, but said nothing. After Murphy spoke politely to Mesa Mohammed, he opened the door and pulled Murphy in.

"You guys..." Murphy pointed to the door, and Gal Gadot shrugged slightly, "I haven't dealt with her much."

Murphy sighed inwardly, but didn't plan to say anything else.

By his standards, it is incredible that college does not interact with people opposite the door, but there is nothing strange about Gal Gadot.

The formation of everyone's three views has a lot to do with the education received since childhood and the influence of the environment of growth. Although I have never been to Israel, in Murphy's impression, this country composed of Jews, due to history and surrounding wolves, will definitely provide high-intensity and deep-seated brainwashing education to the people, which can also be seen from the characteristics of the whole country being a soldier.

The Jews and the Arabs are mortal enemies. With Gal Gadot's character, it is normal not to interact with Mesa Mohammed.

Although he had a deep relationship with Gal Gadot, he sometimes wondered what kind of nation the Jews were?

Thinking that in the end, it was actually nothing. And as time went by, Murphy rarely considered this issue, and would not do stupid things that would allow Gal Gadot to improve the relationship between Mesa Mohammed.

Why bother yourself for these things that cannot affect the relationship between the two people?

"What do you think?" Gal Gadot said dissatisfiedly when he saw Murphy being in a daze. "Do you want to go home?"

This reminded Murphy. He quickly came to his senses, walked over and hugged Gal Gadot, and kissed her forehead hard, "You're not so cruel, are you?"

Gal Gadot deliberately turned the fuss to the side. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a pair of big hands landing on his straight and slender thighs. The words to his mouth turned into a soft hum, and his bright big eyes narrowed into two long and thin slits.

Murphy lifted her up with force in his hand, kicked open the bedroom door, and said deliberately as he walked, "Let's go to the balcony?"

"Are you crazy?" Gal Gadot bit Murphy's shoulder fiercely, "You can see the balcony in the dormitory opposite!"

"Then it's here."

Murphy put her down and hugged Gal Gadot from behind. He was on campus for the first time in his life...

The next morning, Murphy sent Gal Gadot to Beverly Hills to go shopping with Cara Fais, then turned to Century City, intending to talk to Bill Roses about the new contract.

In a blink of an eye, a few years passed, and the agency contract between Murphy and Caa was about to expire. Caa was actively renewing his contract, and the conditions offered were quite good, and he could even meet the standards of a front-line director.

Murphy has no intention of changing the agency for the time being. The various services provided by Bill Roses and Caa have brought great benefits, solved many worries, and allowed him to focus more on his directorial career and work.

At least until now, his cooperation with Caa has been very pleasant.

When it was almost time for the Death Star Building, Murphy called Bill Roses first, but he didn't expect Bill Roses to go directly to the bottom floor of the office floor where Caa was located.

"You're here at the right time." Bill Roses seemed quite happy. "Come here to watch a good show, a wonderful show."

Bill Rossis is no longer the small agent he used to be. Although he has not yet squeezed into the ranks of Caa's partners, he is also an absolute leader among the younger generation. With the improvement of status, age and experience, he has become more calm and rarely has such an outgoing mood, especially for Murphy, the most important client.

Parked the car and entered the Death Star Building and took the elevator all the way up. Murphy found Bill Roses in the mailroom near the front desk of the mailroom. He was standing in front of the huge glass window of the mailroom, looking at a mixed office at the end of the corridor.

"What's wrong?" Murphy stood next to Bill Roses and looked at him, "Does he miss the past?"

That mixed office was where Bill Roses worked a long time ago.

"Miss?" Bill Roses shrugged first, then shook his head, "I won't miss where such losers stay."

He looked over and said to Murphy, "There was a big defeat in the project that someone participated in the business and was closely connected with William Morris, the company's main competitor, and now it's time to pay the price."

After hearing what Bill Roses said, Murphy understood and stopped asking more questions, just looking at the office at the end of the corridor.

After waiting for ten minutes, the office door opened and walked out with a cardboard box in his arms. The gloomy face could be seen clearly even from a distance. And behind him, two security personnel followed behind him, pressing him out like a policeman escorting the prisoner.

"It's him." Murphy didn't care much, but Bill Roses cared very much, "Mac, a loser."

The person who came out was Bill Roses's previous friend, the agent who had once made a move on to Murphy.

Murphy held his hands in his chest and looked over there with interest. He could actually guess some of Bill Roses's thoughts. No matter who it is, if he is stabbed in the back, it will definitely be ten times more harmful than a stranger.

Bill Rossis once had a very good relationship with Mike. He also recommended Mike's client Jessica Chastain to be the heroine of Murphy's crew. Who would have thought that he wanted to poach Murphy behind him.

If it's just like this, it's fine, but Mike still uses some shameful means.

Of course, like the expression on his face, Murphy didn't care about Mike, but seeing him in a bad mood, Bill Roses, who was in a better mood, also said a few words to him in detail.

The other party first jumped into the big pit of "Dynasty of Heaven", and then naturally lost the agency rights of several potential customers. Then he was kicked out that he had contact with William Morris and wanted to take some potential customers of the company to change jobs...

However, those potential clients were extremely loyal to him, and after just one notice, they couldn't wait to draw a clear line with him.

With the loss of potential customers, Mike lost his final value, and what he is waiting for is to sweep the floor and go out now.
Chapter completed!