Chapter 510: 509 days of whirlwind transformation Chapter 510: 509 days of whirlwind transformation “So this is the biggest flaw stopping from achieving perfection?”
Daddario had just made the comnt offhandedly, a minor tease, but after she said it, she noticed a light smile erge in Li Wei’s eyes which caused her cheeks to warm slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to look away.
However, she was half a beat too slow.
Li Wei said, “At least, it’s the only flaw I can see from my perspective.”
Thump.
Daddario’s heartbeat skipped a beat, instantly losing its normal rhythm.
Li Wei seed to notice Daddario’s embarrassnt and took the initiative to ease the situation, raising his soda, “A toast to flaws.”
Daddario was stunned, then chuckled again at Li Wei’s words, also lifting her champagne, “A toast to flaws.”
After a pause, Daddario couldn’t contain her curiosity, “Would you like to watch a movie together soti in the future?”
“With who?” Li Wei asked.
Daddario choked, the words she had on the tip of her tongue swallowing back down.
The smile in Li Wei’s eyes erged, and he didn’t pursue further, “But I’ll have to be the one to choose the movie.”
Daddario tilted her head, “What kind of movies would you pick?”
Li Wei thought seriously, “John Carpenter or David Cronenberg.”
All horror movies—
Of course, strictly speaking, Cronenberg’s works are not traditional horror movies, nor are Carpenter’s, really; their works contain elents of the sci-fi genre to so extent.
...
But no doubt, both directors’ works include thes of body horror.
Daddario: …
Those beautiful eyes were wide with disbelief as she looked at Li Wei, whose frank gaze made him slightly embarrassed, revealing a smile.
Then Daddario also found her smile, saying earnestly.
“Then I’m going to cancel.”
Hahaha.
This ti it was Li Wei’s turn to laugh heartily.
Just as Li Wei was preparing to joke again, soone placed their hands on his shoulders, and he turned around reflexively, imdiately spotting Timberlake’s profile.
Without greeting Li Wei, Timberlake turned to Daddario.
“Alexandra, sorry, may I borrow this handso guy for a second?”
Borrow?
Daddario’s cheeks blood with redness as she quickly glanced at Li Wei, “He’s yours, feel free to use him.”
Li Wei: ???
But Timberlake didn’t wait for Li Wei to speak, dragging him away quickly, not leaving any ti to react before Li Wei hurriedly left the bar.
“Justin, hey, Justin!
You just ruined my night.”
“Relax, buddy, your wonderful night is just beginning.”
Timberlake patted Li Wei’s chest without explaining, then turned to greet soone, “Hey, David, guess who I just ran into?”
David?
Which David?
David Beckham.
Football, basketball, now soccer, so what’s next?
Baseball or hockey, or perhaps it’s ti for the stars of racing, boxing, and tennis to make an appearance?
Super Bowl night is indeed getting more and more interesting.
…
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
Mahos was full of question marks, looking up at the villa before him like an oasis in the desert, experiencing a malfunction of reactions, stamring for a long ti without being able to co up with an explanation.
Kelsey wasn’t faring much better on account of the alcohol, her focus shattered and her eyes vacant.
Despite standing straight, she couldn’t control her swaying body, like a plastic bag drifting in the wind.
Li Wei himself wasn’t much different, feeling dizzy and swollen-headed, but he had to muster the energy to take care of the two beside him—
Curry?
Since he had a ga the day after tomorrow, he had already taken a private jet back to San Francisco.
They had t David Beckham at Timberlake’s party and hit it off after a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere rry.
Before they fully realized it, the group had already proceeded to a private airport and left Minneapolis aboard Beckham’s private jet.
As for where they were now—
Honestly, Li Wei had no idea, Beckham didn’t ntion it and he didn’t ask.
Taking out his phone from his pocket, he opened his location to check:
Miami.
No wonder the breeze that t his face was not only not cold but also carried a slight hint of warmth, and of course, the scent of the sea.
On second thought, it wasn’t surprising.
Although Li Wei knew nothing about football, he was sowhat aware of soccer news.
After Beckham retired, he remained busy; he had started his own club and beca the owner, which was based in Miami.
If he rembered correctly, Beckham had been working with Major League Soccer since 2014 to establish a brand-new professional soccer team, which officially ca into being on January 28, 2018, as Miami International.
In other words, just a week ago, Beckham beca the owner of a team; however, at the mont, the team only had a “license,” not even a stadium or players, let alone a team na.
They had a whole year to build the team—
The Arican Professional Football League begins its new season every March.
So Beckham is now shuttling between Miami and London.
Thinking more deeply, Beckham’s appearance at the Super Bowl in Minneapolis was probably to network and lay the groundwork for his soccer team, as managing a professional team is no simple task.
“Welco, welco!”
David Beckham, ever the handso man, whether before or after his retirent, appeared again, arms wide, his smile warm and welcoming.
“This is a secret garden, a secret garden that no one knows about.”
“Just like the saying goes, ‘What happens in Ro stays in Ro’; what happens in the garden also stays in the garden.”
His words were loaded with aning.
The Garden.
Casually ntioned, it wouldn’t raise any suspicion; even if soone delved deeper, they might mistake it for New York Madison Square Garden—
Because that arena is also affectionately called the Garden.
Li Wei cocked an eyebrow slightly, “Victoria doesn’t know about the Garden either?”
“Shush.” Beckham didn’t confirm or deny, he just flashed a brilliant smile, arms wide as he walked backward into the greenery behind, “Welco to the Garden.”
Creak.
The heavy, dark brown wooden door swung open, and Beckham turned and walked inside.
Kelsey staggered forward, and as Li Wei was about to follow, Mahos grabbed him, his eyes blinking continuously.
“Li Wei.”
Li Wei: ?
Mahos was very nervous, “Brittany…
what if she finds out?”
Within the football team, with its fifty-odd players all different, there were various choices for private lives outside training—so liked alcohol, others gas, fitness, won, and so on.
But the players rarely invited Mahos.
Not because Mahos was a rookie, but because he was a good kid, deeply involved with Brittany, even blushing and looking away whenever a female fan scread at him.
The team teased that Mahos hadn’t gone bad yet.
Houston said, since he hadn’t gone bad, there was no need to lead him astray; at least, they should respect the relationship between Mahos and Brittany.
But tonight?
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