In Los Angeles in December, the morning was a little cold. Matthew was wearing a long sportswear and ran through the tree-lined path in the vestibule woods. He slowed down a little, and went from running at a constant speed to walking quickly. He had just run around the manor twice. This was a habit he had developed for many years. As long as his work was not too stressful, he would insist on running in the morning.

The distance he runs is not particularly long, and is carefully formulated by sports experts based on their physical condition. Running over long distances every day is also harmful. In the words of Niebola, there are countless people who cause excessive running to accumulate water on their knees.

After walking out of the woods, Matthew gradually relaxed and then returned to the villa. He took the towel handed by the butler and wiped the sweat from his face. Seeing that it was still early, he did not go back to the master bedroom on the second floor, so he took a shower and changed his clothes in the bathroom on the first floor.

Although they are not girlfriends and there is no relationship between them, Matthew still takes good care of the woman's feelings. He went to such a late last night, and Miranda Keer must be sleeping soundly at this time. Going back to the master bedroom might affect her sleep.

Matthew returned to the living room, and the butler came over to remind him, "There are many reporters coming to the gate of the manor, and they have been guarding each other since last night."

"I know." Matthew nodded, "They all came back with my car."

He saw it when he came back from the Hilton Hotel last night. Many paparazzi noticed that a woman got into his car and followed him.

This kind of thing has happened in the past, and Matthew didn't care at all. At most, another gossip started to fly.

Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table in the living room sounded a message prompt.

Matthew went over and picked up his cell phone, sat on the sofa and clicked on the text message. The message was sent by Ilena Boyal.

"Are you awake? You won't sleep with the female model in your arms?"

Seeing this text message, Matthew immediately realized that the photos of himself and Miranda Keer should have been spread, at least there must be them online.

"Just just finished the morning run." He also edited a text message and sent it, "You are so well-informed."

Ilena Boyal, who was there, did not send any text messages, but called directly.

Matthew answered the phone and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Yeah." Elena Boyal, opposite, responded first, and then said, "When you came out of the Hilton Hotel last night, you were targeted by many paparazzi?"

"Yes." Matthew had seen it.

Ilena Boyal's voice sounded again on the phone, "That female model with you, I think about it... Yes, the report said it was called Miranda Keer, please pay attention. Yesterday at about nine o'clock, someone broke the news to several gossip media including TMZ, saying that you have a new relationship, and there should be many reporters guarding your house, right?"

Matthew understood what she meant and said, "Yes, there are probably twenty or thirty." He thought for a while and said, "Thank you, Elaine."

Ilena Poyal over there smiled, "You're welcome. It's not a big deal for female models to make more famous by leveraging their strength. Working time is up, goodbye, Matthew."

"goodbye."

Matthew put away his cell phone, sat here and thought for a while, and had some guesses in his mind. It is estimated that the things that Elena Boyal said may be related to Miranda Keer.

Miranda Kerr took the initiative to come to him, and he was so proactive, and obviously had other plans. As for the so-called movie fans she mentioned, Matthew didn't believe it at all.

The footsteps suddenly sounded, Matthew turned his head, and Miranda Kerr went down from upstairs to the living room, and had already changed into the regular clothes he had asked people to prepare. He dressed in a white shirt and jeans, and looked more like a sweet sister next door, but his walking posture was a bit strange, as if it was the sequelae of the two being too crazy last night.

"Good morning, Keer." Matthew greeted the other side, and Miranda Keer slowly walked over, "Good morning, Matthew."

She sat on the sofa opposite Matthew, and Matthew looked at her again and said, "I tore my evening dress last night. I asked someone to prepare this outfit temporarily. Does it fit?"

"It's very suitable." Miranda Kerr laughed out loud, "It's just tailor-made."

That being said, she had another idea in her mind. The rumors about Matthew Horner's playboy were absolutely true. Whether it was her skillful and outstanding skills that made people fly into the universe last night, or the regular ladies' clothing at home, they all confirmed this.

How should such a man be controlled? She couldn't help but turn to look at the giant floor-to-ceiling window behind Matthew.

Before, she stood in the master bedroom on the second floor, after getting up and washing up, she stood in front of the front and rear windows to see. This mansion occupies a huge area and is in a very good location, as if it is pressed over the entire Los Angeles. Even if it is placed in Beverly Hills, it is probably a first-class luxury manor.

How much is it worth? It is estimated that it is about 40 to 50 million US dollars, right?

Generally speaking, people who can buy such a luxury house for living must have a net worth several times the value of a luxury house. How much is Matthew Horner's net worth?

Miranda Keer didn't guess because the answer was obvious and was right in front of him.

"Are you hungry?" Matthew stood up at this time, very gentle and considerate. "I asked the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Your breakfast should be specially customized, right? I have a nutritional breakfast specially prepared by a nutrition expert here for women. Do you want to try it?"

"Okay." Miranda Keer said with a sweet smile.

Matthew left the living room and walked towards the dining room. Miranda Keer looked at his back and was a little dazed.

In fact, she got up very early. The years of rigorous professional modeling training and fitness training gave her very abundant physical fitness and tolerance. She quickly recovered from the stormy battle last night. Through the windows of the master bedroom on the second floor, she saw a lot and thought a lot.

How much can I benefit from it if I can hold Matthew Horner in my hands?

This is the idea she has considered the most since this morning, and the more she thinks about it, the more she feels moved, the stronger she misses.

Combined with the greed and hard work she had always adhered to, no one of the people she has been in contact with now is more suitable for her future needs than Matthew Horner.

Money can guarantee a wealthy and even the best life; fame can easily spread her name throughout the United States and the whole world, and the possibility of winning a Victoria's Secret contract will be infinitely bigger; a man with figure and appearance will definitely be faced when he takes it out, and it will definitely be the object of envy of all women; ability, the feeling that all greed and desires can be filled, is the first time I have experienced it...

Miranda Keer crossed her hands on her legs, posing as an elegant hostess. Since she has come here, why not try to become a master? This can at least allow her to struggle for ten years less.

For models who are eating youth, how many decades can they spend?

"Ke'er..."

Matthew's voice came over, Miranda Kerr came to his senses and smiled sweetly at the other side, "Matthew."

"Come to the restaurant." Matthew greeted.

Miranda Kerr stood up, walked to Matthew, followed him into the restaurant, stretched out one hand, and naturally took Matthew's arm.

As a female model who took off her naked and changed clothes in an open dressing room, her face and other skin have been exercised long ago.

Matthew entered the restaurant and helped Miranda Kerr pull the chair open, saying, "Sit as you like, don't be polite."

Waiting for Miranda Keer to sit down, he turned to the other side of the dining table and sat opposite Miranda Keer.

"You usually eat breakfast alone?" Miranda Keer asked specifically.

"Yes." Matthew shrugged slightly and said deliberately, "I have been alone for so many years."

"I hate having breakfast alone." Miranda Keer obviously misunderstood, "No one is talking."

She laughed out again with a round dimples, "I feel very good now. Someone cares about me, prepares clothes for me, prepares breakfast for me, and has breakfast with me, which is very warm."

Matthew smiled, "I don't have such great ability. Keer, the servants who prepare clothes for you are the chefs, and the chefs who make breakfast."

Miranda Kerr wrinkled his nose, "You are so disappointed." She continued, "Are you going to work today? Why don't you take me to visit Los Angeles?"

"Today?" Matthew thought of the call from Elena Poyal. "There is no time today. I have to go to the agency later. There are many things waiting for me to deal with."

He doesn't mind using him to create news hype like Miranda Keer. After all, he also gained substantial benefits, but he doesn't have that high awareness to put down the work he has at hand to cooperate with Miranda Keer's hype.

Miranda Kerr looks innocent and cute, pretty and beautiful like last night. "Visitor's Secret show is completed. I'm going to stop taking new jobs before the New Year. I want to take a break for a while. I have nothing to do today. Why don't I go to the agency with you?"

Before Matthew could speak, she quickly spoke, "I just wanted to get closer to you. I promised that there would be no trouble. I just found a place to sit and wait for you."

Matthew thought about it and said that Miranda Kerr was in his early twenties and was in line with his aesthetic sense. He was very good in terms of physical strength and physical flexibility, so he could stay for a few more nights.

"Well..." he pondered for a while, and said, "Yes. After breakfast, we went to Burbank. Angel agency has an entertainment room, where you can play video games or billiards. I guess I'll be busy all day."

Miranda Keer quickly said, "It's okay, I'll wait for you." She looked at Matthew, her eyes seemed to be shining, "As long as I can get closer to you, I can wait."

After breakfast, Matthew took Miranda Keer away from the manor, and the Mercedes-Benz car drove out of the manor gate. Countless flashes of lights turned on. Just as Matthew and Helen Hermann were calling, Miranda Keer turned to the window and faced the camera lens outside so that people could take the front photos.

This action was short and concealed and most people would not notice it at all, but Matthew saw it, but said nothing, just frowned slightly, and asked the driver to rush to Burbank.
Chapter completed!