Reborn to Dominate Hollywood

Inside the car, he felt an unusual urge rush through his body.

The engine starts to spin with an angry roar, which helps ease Ian's accumulated frustration.

He stepped on the gas pedal twice and quickened his pace to leave the City of Angels.

"I just fucking want to have some fucking fun in life! and you've got to mess it up!" Ian blamed the original owner, 10 times faster than he was supposed to.

"First, they accused me of racism and now they're going to portray me as an abusive?!"

his unconscious driving fits every thought he's having and going through.

"I feel like everything in the world is against me going wherever I want!"

he drifted to the left, accelerating again.

'Fuck no matter how hard I try, there's always something in between!' Jeff——!

Ian thought for a moment and drove the car onto the highway.

"Fuck a bisexual son - say nice things to my face and backstab a hundred times"

Just as his head was full of their preaching, he picked up speed, and he finally got off the highway and turned onto the normal road.

"Ugh!" he yelled when he saw cars in the gentle traffic.

'This is coming to an end!'

Ian said as he escaped from the cars driving left and right, ignoring the cars and other vehicles that were moving at snail speed compared to Ian.

"Finally, the road to peace!" he thought for a moment and walked on a road where vehicles were far from visible.

The sky was an ordinary blue color, and after accelerating all the way, a deep emotion rose in his heart, and it suddenly became heavy.

As he drove, he kept looking at the flat sky, his big black eyes quickly looking at the big moon visible through his vision.

With a loud scream, his car stopped, and he slammed on the brakes.

"What the hell?" he asked aloud at the barricade.

"It shouldn't be some kind of-"

*knock knock~*

His window was knocked on by a strange man with a tattoo on his neck, clearly visible under the reflected streetlights.

"Huh?" Ian asked, rolling down the blinds as he looked at the bald man.

"Are you here to compete, what are you going to bet on?" the man asked in a thick American accent, a gruff voice that sounded as if he had been doing something for hours.

-

*Beep!*

The signal light goes out, and Ian accelerates faster than ever before.

Adrenaline rushed through his veins, and his jugular veins, forehead, arms, and every inch of his body were thrilled by the sudden experience.

Ian's Pagani sped through several other small cars that accelerated at the same or even faster speed.

Ian couldn't feel his limbs anymore, but his speed was increasing with each second.

His eyes couldn't keep up with the speed, but he felt a strong shock sweep through his body.

In a minute and two seconds, he slowed down behind the finish line and hit the breakaway.

"Fuck

!" "Yes!" It's W-" *cough!* "I want it!"

Ian looked left and right, screaming in a rough voice.

He got out of the car and waved to the shouting crowd, men and women alike excited and excited.

"Dude, I bet you'll be the first this time," a man in sunglasses walked towards him.

"Why not?!" Ian said with a smile.

He handed Ian a bottle of water and walked back.

[...]“ 3...... 2........1......。 Go!" The black and white flag "beeped" and made Ian step on the gas even harder.

His eyebrows furrowed on the road, and his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.

With each turn, anger, frustration, and obvious annoyance were written on his face.

His mood changes quickly, but it gives him more motivation to move forward.

As he got closer to the end signal, he felt as if he had suppressed too many emotions and thoughts in his busy work.

As he slowed down, his heart pounding in his ears, Ian suddenly felt a sense of release rush over him.

The car slowed down and stopped, and as it stepped out of the car, people cheered and looked at Ian.

"Man! you did it! it's awesome!" the same guy from the first round walked up to him.

Ian exhaled heavily, then took a sip of water.

"Fuck, I'm the second, I'm 7 seconds behind, how do you know? Are you a psychic medium?" Ian said as he chuckled as the man left the street.

"Your emotional man, the way you ride through the car looks angry. Fuck, it's your first time, isn't it?" the man said, pausing.

"Yes, man. It feels good, so—

" "Powerful, like having a damn world?" the man laughed with Ian, sharing the bottle of beer he was holding.

"yes, who knew it would be so much fun! I think I'd be on the next one too

," "Go ahead, get your price from that stop," the guy pointed to a group of men in suits.

"Okay, give me the helmet. Ian borrowed the helmet the guy was holding and watched as the fat men walked to the side of the road as they sat down.

"Red Car Max Payton took first place

," "Ah, yes, it's your money." The other bold man said as he gave him a check and sent him away.

"Thanks," Ian muttered to himself, then walked over to where he had started his third match.

After two full rounds of pure adrenaline, this round is relatively less competitive.

Ian came off the front row fourth and he was satisfied.

Slowing down, he finally pulled the brakes.

"That's a good guy!" the guy ran down again.

In an instant, a loud whistle was heard in the distance.

Their eyes widened, and Ian visibly panicked.

"Run, run, run, go, get your car, man, come in!" the guy and Ian got into the car, and they both sped off on the road.

"Oh, are they still behind?" shouted Ian through the sound of the car's engine.

"Yes, a car! The sound comes from it!Take the left road

!" "Vegas?!" Ian shouted, turning left without thinking.

His hands were numb from the last car race, but he had to keep going unless he wanted to go to jail.

"They're a little far away!" the guy shouted with all his might.

"I don't know the way, I have to turn on the GPS as soon as possible. "

Got it!"

For the next thirty minutes, they both walked through Vegas, sirens audible far away.

"What's your name?" Ian asked.

"Felix, what about you?"

Max Peyton," Ian lied from his white teeth. "How long have you been involved in street racing?"

"Well, not long. Felix said, looking out the window. It's almost midnight. "My girlfriend passed away last month and it's a way to vent it," he muttered.

"I'm sorry, man.

"It's okay. Your car is good, is this yours?" Felix asked.

"Yes—

" "Oh! Felix yelled when he saw the car coming towards them at high speed, and it was from his side.

Ian who saw the scene hit the breakaway while making a left turn.

Everything happened quickly, and Ian felt that it was happening too slowly for him to figure it out.

The car crashed into a tree on the side of the road, followed by the sound of sirens that were getting closer and closer.

"We're done! Fuck, I don't even have any money!" Felix gritted his teeth, and Ian saw his lips crack from the car stopping too fast.

"You're bleeding—

" "What about you, are you okay?"

The five cops took them both away, and Ian couldn't reply to Felix.

-

[Las Vegas Police Department]

The police station's clock struck 1:10 a.m., and to the right of the main office, Ian and Felix were sitting on a small bench behind the fence.

"We should talk to someone, officer!" Ian said, standing up and trying his luck.

"Get him out!" shouted the seated officer, and another officer opened the fence to let Ian out.

"I'll take you with me," Ian grunted out of the room, still handcuffed.

The police brutally uncuffed him and handed him the phone.

His first choice was Mason.

The bell kept ringing, and there was no response from the other end.

After thinking about it a lot, he called someone he thought could help him.

Christopher Gray.

"Hey, Christopher, can I do me a favor?" Ian asked over the phone.

Christopher's voice came over with a little sleepiness, "Well, Ian, are you alright? It's still early." Within

minutes, Ian explained everything that had happened and asked for help saving him and his new friend.

"I'll send my secretary, don't worry, just stay there. Christopher said and hung up.

Ian had to go back to the back of the prison, knowing that Christopher's secretary might not show up for a while.

"Max, what do you do for a living?" asked Felix.

"Well, one day I'll tell you, what about you?"

"I'd say the same thing, but I sell drugs.

Ian's mouth turned into an O-shape, and Felix laughed out loud as he watched Ian's changing face.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I am an auto mechanic. Working in cars and all related jobs, well, you know that. My eyes still hurt though, and I don't think the tree feels anything today," Felix muttered to himself

"Don't worry, my friend will come, let's go to the hospital right away.

"Well, just put some ice cubes. Also, where did you buy that watch? It should be expensive, right?" Ian

smiled and took it off. "Keep it as a memento, I had a great night. More like, the best night I've had in a long time. Although—" he said, turning to look at him.

"Yes?" Felix asked, tilting his head, trying to understand what Ian was talking about.

"I guess I have a hunch that we'll meet again, though. "

Why do I have a hunch that you're not called Max?" Felix asked, and Ian didn't say anything, just a smirk.

In less than half an hour, Christopher's secretary in a suit walked into the police station.

Before another officer walks up to Ian and opens the prison box, he talks to the police and signs some papers.

"You can go. But you bastards don't dare to get caught racing illegally again. The short officer warned, and Ian nodded.

"Finally, free!" Felix shouted with a laugh. "I think I'll jump from here, take care, man!" "

Wait, can you give me your phone number and I'll contact you again?" Ian asked.

"Of course, give me yours - fucking you always like expensive things, don't you?" Felix said dramatically as he put his hand over his heart.

"Hmm," Ian scoffed.

"Here you go, I hope to see you again!" Felix said and walked into the darkness.

In front of Ian, stood Christopher's secretary.

"Thank you so much for being here at this time," Ian said, reaching out to shake hands.

The secretary took it and nodded: "This is also one of my jobs, you're welcome, go home safely, don't have anything to do." He laughs.

Meanwhile, Christopher calls Ian.

"Hey, I was about to call you. "

Yes, it's good to know you're out. But I think I'll know more about the appeal by tomorrow, so don't worry. I'll take care of it, so at the next court hearing, there's going to be something in your defense

" "Ah, thank you, good night. Ian waited for Christopher to hang up.

-

["Marriage Story" filming site] "

... I don't think it's a good shot!Can we take one last shot?" Ian asked, looking at Scarlett and everyone on the set.

"Of course

!" "Alright!"

Scarlett and Mark said as they nodded.

“..... "

We were going to take him to dinner—" Scarlett had just stepped into character when Ian stopped her.

"Ka! Scarlett, that's not the case, do we need to take a break?" he asked, and someone nodded.

"Take five, and we'll be back!" the director said, and everyone went back to rest.

Ian sat in the director's chair in frustration and bent down to pick up the water bottle. Opening the lid, he saw a figure standing in front of him.

"Hmm, Ray?" he asked.

"You take a break, there's a lot going on in life, and we can understand that. Today is the last day of filming and I know what is necessary and I will deal with it. It's a fixed-point shot, anyway," she muttered. Ian raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"That's a good idea, I just can't focus, if I can, it's-

" "I get you, get some rest," Raelyn said, and Ian nodded and stood up.

"Thank you. He muttered to himself and walked to the director's office, which had been on set.

-

“...... But there's a lot more to this film, I'll talk about it separately," Raining said from the speaker as everyone nodded.

"Thanks! Let's get started!" Scarlett shouted, and Raireen nodded.

Raelyn is a funny bubble to hang out with, but at work, she's just as serious as anyone else.

During the filming, they got closer and closer. But the more they talked, the more they knew that the whole thing between them was better off being friends now.

"Well, as I explained, that's what happens..."Reelin began to explain the scene again.

Every time she explains a scene, she emphasizes the emotions she wants to see from the characters.

"Are we ready?" everyone nodded, and Leylin asked.

"Okay... Please be quiet!"

Scarlett's mind was calmest as she stood in front of the camera and the crew.

"I'm ready, I see!" she wished herself good luck.

“... Action!" heard Railin's voice, and then she entered the character 100%.

"We were going to take him to dinner, but he was exhausted. Are you going to take him?" she asked Charlie, looking him in the eye.

"It's your night," said Charlie, surprised.

"I know

" "Yes"

On the side of the road, Scarlett, who has short hair, looks at Mark with a smile in colorful clothing.

Then the two of them walked towards the little one who was sitting on the side of the road.

The actors they chose were C-level actors with an age difference of 10 years. Not to mention, Ian had to put in a lot of extra effort to create the perfect scene throughout the scene.

"You're going with your dad, okay?" said Scarlett, who looked like Nick, bending over the child.

The whole set was ill-prepared for the final scene, and the appearance went even more smoothly than expected.

Ian's gaze swept over the way the actors were performing. He watched from afar, his back against the wooden wall separating the studio from his office.

"Wait!" Nick exclaimed.

Nick followed him, and Charlie hesitated.

She knelt in the middle of the road.

The camera gets closer and closer to Charlie, whose shoelaces spill on the sidewalk. She pulled the one he was stepping on.

She patted his calf.

"Can you—" Nick asked.

He lifted his foot so she could retrieve the lace. She fastened his sneakers. Charlie watched.

The camera then focuses on Charlie's smile, which explains more things that words can't.

"That's a perfect shot!" Raelin said excitedly, and everyone applauded.

"Thank you!" she shouted again.

While she's fun and lively around her, her work makes her more serious and stern. But at the end of the shoot, she changed back to her old self.

Talk about different personalities.

Scarlett walked up to her with a smile on her face, "Someday you'll be an amazing director!" she said as she shook Rey's hand.

"Thank you, you're a great actor. "

Where's Ian?" asked Scarlett.

Raelyn was stunned for a moment, but regained her composure, "In the office," she said as she began to pack her things.

-

"Hey, Ian. Are you okay?" asked Scarlett as she walked into the office, closed the door behind her, and asked.

"I'm doing better. Not too bad, not too good. I think it's okay.

Ian's eyes sparkled when he saw Scarlett walking towards him.

She sat down in front of him, and Ian leaned over to pay attention to her.

"You're so powerful there, you can really see it from afar. "

Thank you, Director, but I want to know your true situation," Scarlett asked with a frown.

"People's comments and feedback... They're not the best, I know. But for now, I'm doing better than others. It's hard to stick to, but I don't have a lot of options, so it's all good," Ian told her honestly.

After releasing his frustration from all the racing, he felt more relaxed than before.

But to be honest, the child's affairs did put more pressure on him.

"It's okay, not everything is going to go back to the way it was a day ago. Scarlett stood up and walked over to Ian.

She sat on the edge of the table without a snort, smiling seductively.

"Is that good?" she asked innocently, as she rested her hand on Ian's shoulder.

"I think so," he muttered, then stood up and led her to the nearest couch.