Chapter 86: An Unexpected Job Opportunity

Hearing Henry's reply, Catherine sighed and said, "What a pity. When I was young, I loved acting, so this passion blinded me; I never saw what Hollywood was really like."

"By the time I saw clearly, I was already caught in the whirlpool, unable to escape. If I were given another chance to start over, I might have stayed in that theater."

Henry said regretfully, "In that case, the world would be missing a great star named Katharine Lady Lady He Ben. I don't want to continue in films simply because I don't believe I have the hope of becoming a great star, nor am I suited for it."

"How could that be? Your acting isn't quite good?" Catherine's eyes held a hint of cunning.

"Hehe, you can see it, can't you?" Henry did not deny it, but he did not admit anything either.

"In that case..." Catherine took a sip of wine, thought for a short while, and asked, "Can you drive?"

Henry nodded and replied, "Yes."

Catherine turned her head again and asked, "Little Tony, what do you think of Henry's performance?"

"What performance?" Tony was confused.

"His performance during the gunfight."

Tony Stark said in a disdainful tone, "Not bad; at least he won't drag anyone down." Then he asked, "Why do you want to know this? Catherine."

Catherine said, "As you know, I and another Ms. Lady He Ben—" Ms. Lady He Ben made a double-quote gesture beside her cheek, "—are also friends. Not long ago, the driver who had always served her retired."

"And since she became a Goodwill Ambassador for UNICEF in 1988, she has been traveling to various places. Soon there is another trip scheduled to Somalia in Africa."

"I heard the local situation is somewhat unstable, so I thought about finding a reliable driver for this friend, someone who could also accompany her as a bodyguard while she travels the world."

Upon hearing this, Henry's eyes lit up. He nodded repeatedly and kept pointing at himself. He was just short of a dog's tail, wagging like a helicopter propeller, ready to lift himself into the sky.

Regarding Henry's self-recommendation, Catherine was not opposed. But she still said, "I just want to know if you have reasons substantial enough to make me feel that recommending you to Audrey as a driver is reliable."

Henry could understand Catherine's concern.

After all, today was Henry and Catherine's first meeting. Because of a slight favorable impression, she would introduce him to her close friend.

If something went wrong because of this, setting aside the issue of liability, Catherine would probably feel guilty for the rest of her life.

For wealthy people like them to hire someone, they wouldn't skip background checks, three-generation investigations, and loyalty tests; only after all that passed would they accept the person.

If it were just a simple employment interview, one could find the most suitable bodyguard and driver on American soil by looking among the ranks of veterans.

Did Henry possess more valuable skills worth recommending to her friend? Or perhaps a stronger guarantee?

So when Catherine said these words, she was actually looking at Tony. She wanted to know Tony Stark's evaluation of Henry, whether it was enough for her to make such a recommendation.

However, Henry did not want to gamble that his friendship with Tony was sufficient as a guarantee. Because in reality, it was not; Henry knew this clearly.

The reason he was invited to today's private banquet was purely because this young master didn't know which nerve had misfired. Perhaps he just wanted to use "Ms. Lady He Ben" as bait to watch someone make a fool of themselves.

And whether today's play satisfied the young master was unknown. But to ask him to vouch for Henry, Henry felt it was better to add some bargaining chips to his own side.

Although this went against his original intention of living a salted-fish life, seeing Audrey Lady Lady He Ben in person made it seem acceptable to reveal a bit of ability.

He had thought this would be a very difficult choice, but Henry made the decision almost without thinking and said, "Tony, my friend, do you have a gun here? A handgun will do; lend me one."

"Walter! What do you want a gun for? You don't look like someone who believes suicide leads to hell, so if you want to go down there, you'll need to find another method."

Tony countered with a soft but firm jab.

Henry immediately turned to the other side and asked, "Mr. Hart, I know this request is a bit presumptuous, but I guarantee it is not to harm anyone; I just want to prove a small thing. That matter is better shown than told, so do you have a gun?"

Alex Hart, lost in thought, said, "Perhaps my driver has one on him. Should I call him in now?"

"Trouble you."

Before long, a white man in a black suit, guided by a villa servant, arrived at the dining area.

Henry said to the newcomer, "Mr., do you have a gun on you? May I borrow it."

"Mr. Hart." The white man looked at his employer. He dared not easily hand a firearm to a stranger, especially when he had no other weapon.

Although Alex Hart wanted to see if the result matched his guess, when the moment came, he hesitated. Was it a good thing to let a stranger possess a weapon?

Henry could probably guess these people's concerns, so he changed his wording: "How about this, Mr., you don't need to hand the gun to me; just shoot my palm. Anyway, if I asked you to shoot somewhere else, you probably wouldn't dare."

Where had the white man ever seen such a situation, where someone actually wanted another person to shoot them? So he still hesitantly looked at his employer, hoping for clear instructions.

As if to strengthen the other's resolve, Henry continued, "Go ahead and shoot. Afterwards, I will certainly not pursue any responsibility or compensation from you."

At the same time, Henry extended his right hand to the side, away from his body, and said, "You can stand closer to shoot, to avoid missing because it's too far."

This time, Alex Hart had few more reservations and nodded toward his personal bodyguard.

The white man immediately pulled a Beretta 92F handgun from the holster under his arm and aimed at Henry's outstretched palm. He dared not get too close; even before firing, he triple-checked.

"Mr., are you sure you want me to shoot your palm?"

"Yes, I am sure." Henry replied.

"No regrets?"

"What would I regret? Just shoot, don't be like a Pushy..."

"Bang!" This shot surprised everyone present.

But Henry's palm only slightly caved in and retreated a bit. He then immediately showed his palm to everyone at the dining table; not only was there no hole, it was completely unharmed.

"Everyone look, I'm fine." Henry said proudly.

(End of this chapter)