Novel & Cerita Episode Hollywood Days With Hayes

Keona threw her chips at Hayes, “Have sense, I can’t believe we are from the same womb.” “I’m just saying,” Hayes picked the chips from the floor and threw them inside his mouth, “Either he is a kidnapper or a Good Samaritan but I don’t think a Good Samaritan would spend so much money to treat someone for seven years when they have the influence to track their family.” I didn’t know what to think, do I just believe Hayes? Last time he was right about Father, Mother, Alex, and Karisa, “Hayes sometimes……” “Or maybe they have old scores to settle,” Hayes shrugged his shoulders, “Do you have more chips?”

Pawell said after "Okay let's go to your house first Beau, before mine and Pha" I said to him "Yes, let's do that" Beau answer ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~BELLUS POV~ At the mall, we just got our tickets for the latest movie that we will watch. I was with Keith and we are waiting for Pawell to get our popcorns. I am happy that Keith was not mad at me especially after the pranks that I made earlier to him.

“Maybe he’s on a plane. Maybe his dad took his phone. Maybe he’s trying to protect you from whatever his father is planning. Guys do stupid things when they think they’re being noble.” I wanted to believe her. I really did. But the silence from Declan felt louder than any explanation. We spent the next hour eating ice cream straight from the carton and watching old hockey highlights on TV. Maya kept up a steady stream of commentary, trying to make me laugh. “Remember when you checked that guy so hard he saw stars?” she said, pointing at the screen. “That’s my girl. You don’t need Declan Shaw to be a badass.” I smiled weakly. “I know. But it was nice having someone in my corner.”

**Hayes’ POV** I've been in a horrible mood since my encounter with Red last night. I felt foolish and angry at myself for letting a stripper get under my skin like that. She was the first woman in four years to make me feel anything real since Melissa died. That’s why it hurt so much. I hate that I mistook a professional performance for something genuine. I actually believed I was special to her. I lay on my bed, staring at the white ceiling, when my phone buzzed next to me. I picked it up and saw it was a message from my assistant, Greg.

"I got the SD card from the dashcam, and it's all there—clear footage of your scheming." I turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, I'm playing this footage now. I want you all to see the true faces of these two monsters." I raised my voice so that everyone could hear me clearly. Then, I hit 'play' on my phone. June 3rd Yvonne: "You have a kid. My mother would never accept us being together. You should figure out how to get rid of Phoebe." Cody: "It's not easy to achieve what you want."

I turned on the TV to broadcast. "Breaking News: Elena Hayes, the famous actress who came to Minnesota for work, is missing. Could Elena Hayes be quitting Hollywood after finding her fiancé cheating on her with another woman? As officers investigate Elena Hayes's whereabouts, stay tuned with us for more updates." I turned off the TV and made a drink for myself. I don't know why I feel uneasy hearing the report that Elena suffered such a thing recently in her life. I walked up to check on her in the guest room where she was resting, but as I did, I saw a murky-looking silhouette seeking to touch Elena's sleeping frame, but before I could do anything, it vanished.

I watched the video for the fifth time. Maybe the sixth. I'd lost count. Lucien's arm around me on the Ashford couch. My head tucked against his shoulder. The way he looked at me when I laughed at something Damon said. I remember that particular story from Damon. We looked happy. Our love was so real, anyone could feel it through the screens. Then Hayes Corp's statement flashed in my head again. It was released barely minutes ago, but some lines had stuck to my memory.

“Although, it sounds like your dad has everything in hand from what you’ve said.” “Sort of,” I smiled back, feeling my face redden. She was pretty, with auburn hair pulled into a messy bun and hazel eyes that sparkled radiantly when the light caught them. Several freckles dotted her turned-up nose and cheeks, adding to the sweetness of her face. I had always struggled with talking with girls. They always thought I was weird, even more so after Matthew died. If she noticed, she didn’t give any sign. Her name badge said her name was Sarah.

I demanded coldly and my driver headed there with Derick in the front seat It was a short drive from my hospital to the Gym thanks to the hand that designed my estate. I stepped out and all the staff were already assembled in front of the building but I ignored them. I wanted to fire them all for my daughter. As I settled at my office in the gym, Derrick soon returned with a chip that contained some footage. I wanted to check what went wrong and why Tiffany's savior ended up with a concussion. Derrick fixed the set up and in a few minutes the footage was playing on the screen.

Also, Jason had not been coming to work. “Harry,” Grant called, following the tiny boy outside. The sun was hanging very low over the horizon, and work was done for the day. Harry turned with a smile. From what Grant heard, the boy was only passing time here before he would apply for the college of his dreams. Lucky boy. “Grant, what’s up?” “Cool, say, do you know about Jason? Been a while I saw him.” “You didn’t hear?” “What? Is there news about him?”