The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Chapter 372 Our Cause is Just

In the office, Vice President Jenna quickly tapped on the keyboard, logged into her Twitter account, and clicked on the trending news, which contained a lot of information about the black star Jamie Foxx.

Michelle was standing behind her and saw it all.

Jenna pointed at the screen and said, “The news is very popular. It has already been listed on Twitter’s trending news list.”

Michelle crossed her arms and said: “A black star seduces a white woman, it’s a good selling point.”

“I think this is an opportunity.” Jenna blinked quickly, obviously thinking: “Since the Los Angeles fire, we have been mired in negative rumors, and our momentum is not as good as before.”

Michelle is of course aware of these situations and said: “Although Jamie Foxx is not a Hollywood A-lister, he is a top black actor. The topic of a black man seducing a white woman is also attractive in itself.”

Jenna interjected: “Just like the Michael Jackson child molestation case, the media especially likes to step on these black stars.”

Michelle walked back and forth for a few steps and quickly made up her mind: “Since the establishment of the Sisters’ March, we have never felt so frustrated as in the past few months. We are stuck in a quagmire and misunderstood by the public and the media, which has led to the continuous regression of society. This is intolerable. Now a woman has asked us for help. We must help her, help our sisters to safeguard their own rights, and also let us return to the public eye!”

It was just an ordinary case of a black man and a white woman raping each other, which would not attract much attention, but the black star raping a white actress has become a hot news.

The sister parade will not only take advantage of this popularity, but also add fuel to the fire and become the protagonist.

Michelle continued: “Women helping women, and we are fully committed to helping Alice.”

Jenna stood up: “Our cause is just!”

None of them discussed whether what Alice said was true or not, because it didn’t matter.

What the parade sisterhood needs is the heat, and then to continue to fight for the privileges of fairies in the human world.

What does truth and fairness matter?
The two returned to the reception room. Michelle hugged Alice again and shook hands with Fiona. “You are our sisters. The Sisters’ Parade will fully support you and help you get justice.”

Alice hurriedly thanked them: “Thank you, thank you for your help.”

Fiona said: “Alice is just a small-time actress who doesn’t even have a regular agent. We urgently need legal aid and the help of a lawyer.”

The Parade Sisters have a long-term lawyer who is proficient in this area. Michelle said to Jenna, “Contact the lawyer and ask them to come over quickly.”

The two sides discussed how to deal with the situation. Ten minutes later, the female lawyer rushed over with her female assistant and formed an all-female litigation team.

Alice and Fiona also accepted Michelle’s invitation and joined the parade sisterhood.

“We will prepare as quickly as possible today and gather as many media as possible.” Michelle also added fuel to the fire: “Tomorrow the sisters will hold a press conference for you and publicly announce their support for you.”

Alice knew what was going on on her end and asked, “What if the pressure is too great?”

Michelle waved her hand: “Don’t worry, it’s easy to deal with a black man, but if it’s a black woman…”

Jenna coughed quietly.

Michelle swallowed the rest of her words, remembering the fear that the marching sisters had felt oppressed and dominated by black women during the Los Angeles fire.

It was a process of being completely crushed, from social buff to verbal abuse to physical attacks.

A crushing victory on both the physical and magical levels.

Fiona and Alice left the marching sisterhood, but the latter did not return home and temporarily lived with the former in Santa Monica.

When the two arrived in West Los Angeles, Alice received a call from someone who said he wanted to talk to her.

Alice covered the microphone of her phone and asked, “Do you want to see me?”

Fiona was prepared for this and gave an address: “Meet them.”

Alice told me the address.

Fiona sent a text message, and a commercial vehicle sped up and passed by.

The business car soon arrived at a bar run by a Mexican and greeted the owner in advance.

A few minutes later, Fiona and Alice entered the bar.

The Mexican waiter led the two to a booth and sat them down.

Fiona excused herself to go to the bathroom.

The Mexican who was cleaning up by the sink whispered, “The video and audio equipment has been arranged.”

“Pay attention to protecting the target’s safety.” Fiona nodded slightly and quickly turned back.

Not long after, three black men entered the bar.

Leading the group was Jamie Foxx’s driver, Thomson. He looked around the store for a moment, then came to the opposite side of Alice and Fiona and asked, “Alice Cosson?”

“It’s me.” Alice was also looking at the three black men.

The leader was okay, wearing a suit and leather shoes, at least he looked like a normal person.

The two black men who followed had scars all over their bald heads, and colorful tattoos on their exposed necks and wrists. Their jackets with metal chains fell behind their waists, revealing the sheathed daggers on their belts.

Thomson sat opposite Alice and said in the usual black way: “You don’t have a clear understanding of yourself. Don’t you plan to stay in Hollywood in the future? Do you think you can stay in Los Angeles in the future?”

Alice looked at the two black men and felt a little nervous.

Fiona patted her lightly under the table.

Alice felt more at ease and said, “Jamie Foxx must be held accountable for what he did.”

Thomson stared at Fiona coldly, but in Fiona’s eyes, this was not even a threat.

“Fifty thousand dollars and shut up.” Thomson took out a check and put it on the table: “Shut up after you take the money, otherwise you won’t get any job, and my friends will greet you anytime and anywhere.” The two black men walked forward, their tall figures and knives exposed at their waists, giving off a sense of oppression.

Alice subconsciously wanted to take the check.

Fiona kicked her.

It’s a good thing that these black people came. If they didn’t come, we would have to find a few more actors.

Alice realized that, not to mention the compensation from the legal settlement, Fiona’s side alone had a total of 20 US dollars!

What did these black men take her for? A beggar?

Alice hardened her heart and pushed the check back. As a veteran actress who had been in Hollywood for more than seven years, she immediately put on an unyielding look: “What I pursue is fairness and justice, and I will never accept your bribe!”

Thomson glanced at the check, took it and put it back in his pocket, then leaned closer and said with a grim smile, “I wish you could protect yourself.”

Alice was scared, but Fiona beside her gave her confidence. She tried her best to maintain her previous appearance: “Although I am a woman, I will never succumb to threats!”

A bald black man walked forward, his hand on the knife at his waist.

Opposite him, two Mexican waiters kept staring at this side.

At the counter, the boss shouted, “Do you want to cause trouble? Get lost!”

Thomson turned his head and wanted to say something harsh, but when he saw the black muzzle of the sawed-off shotgun on the counter, it triggered another gene engraved deep in the soul of the black man.

He quickly raised his hand: “Don’t be impulsive, let’s go now.”

The two bald black men glared at Alice and Fiona fiercely, then turned and walked out.

After leaving the bar, Thomson said, “Tell your people to come over, stand guard outside, and follow them all the way.”

Inside the bar, Alice could see Lao Hei outside through the glass window and asked, “What should I do?”

Fiona opened the bag and showed her the pistol inside: “Don’t worry, we will keep you safe.”

In order to strengthen Alice’s confidence, Fiona simply waved to the waiter and said, “Make a copy of the photos I took. I’ll take them away.”

The Mexican waiter left immediately.

Alice looked at the people in the store and suddenly realized: “These are all your people.”

Fiona said: “So, don’t worry, just cooperate to complete this task.”

Alice nodded subconsciously.

The waiter brought a USB flash drive, Fiona took it, and left the bar through the back door with Alice.

A car had already been parked here, and two Mexicans were on guard.

Fiona got in the driver’s seat, waited for Alice to get in, and said, “What we just filmed can be played live when the parade sisterhood holds a press conference tomorrow.”

Alice said: “Although I don’t know who you are specifically, I feel that you are much stronger than Jamie Foxx. I will cooperate with you.”

Fiona started the car: “You are a smart girl.”

The next morning, the Sisters of the March held a press conference at the North Hollywood Hotel.

The title of Hollywood star fitness case is still quite attractive.

Plus, the Sisterhood of the Parade also had media support, so hundreds of reporters and entertainment bloggers showed up in the press room.

Backstage, Fiona personally put makeup on Alice, making her look like she had heavy bags under her eyes, looked listless, and looked extremely stressed.

Michelle and Jenna personally accompanied Alice to the news station.

Jenna was responsible for briefing the media reporters on the case.

In the subsequent question-and-answer session, media reporters who tend to favor women also intended to guide the direction of public opinion.

But there are also many sharp issues.

A black male reporter asked: “According to what you said, the case happened two years ago, why didn’t you reject him and call the police?”

Alice had been prepared for such a question. With red eyes, she said, “Jamie Foxx is a big star and a powerful figure in Hollywood, and I am just an insignificant little actor. I dare not resist the powerful because I am afraid of ruining my acting career. It is too easy for him to destroy me, not to mention that he warned me. I was too weak at that time.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she issued a solemn warning: “I also suffered from depression and was once so desperate that I wanted to commit suicide. It was not until last month that I joined the Marching Sisters and received help from Michelle and others that I realized that if I wanted to heal myself, I had to stand up bravely and say loudly no to power and crime!”

Another black reporter asked: “You accused Jamie Foxx, do you have any evidence?”

Jenna continued, “Alice is a brave woman. Would she use a woman’s most precious reputation to slander others?”

“We got some more stuff.” Michelle returned to the state of being in control: “Play it.”

On the big screen on one side, a scene began playing in which Alice was directly threatened by three black men.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

The black male reporter sat down obediently because he recognized that the black man sitting opposite Alice was Jamie Foxx’s driver.

Isn’t this way of handling things too simple and crude?
Once the video is played at this moment, even if nothing happened, something will become a problem.

But on second thought, he shook his head, because many powerful men in Hollywood do the same.

The newspaper he worked for received a tip about Harvey Weinstein’s rape, and Matt Damon and Ben Affleck, two of Harvey’s lackeys, threatened them not to publish the news. (End of this chapter)