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The guard ran up, looking fierce: "I told you to leave! Didn't you hear? Move the car!"
Simon Forrester took a deep breath, patiently explained, "I'm here to see a friend." As he spoke, he walked to the trunk and took out a few bottles of red wine.
Seeing this, the guard brandished his baton, threateningly said, "So you're really not moving the car?"
Simon Forrester's patience ran out. He turned to the other, speaking darkly, "I'm here to see Mr. Hawthorne. Why can't I park here? Did Mr. Hawthorne instruct you to treat guests this way?"
"Who doesn't know this is Mr. Hawthorne's residence? You think you can just drop Mr. Hawthorne's name and wave around some wine to get by?"
With that, he pulled over his earpiece and reported to the others. Soon, a few more guards rushed out.
As they were pulling at Simon Forrester, the automatic gate of the villa suddenly retracted, revealing Jack Hawthorne, dressed in a blindingly shiny tracksuit, running out.
