Chapter 39

After hearing Henry's answer, Katherine sighed and said, "Pity. When I was young, I liked acting, so I was blinded by this hobby and didn't see what kind of place Hollywood was.

"By the time I saw it clearly, I was already in the vortex and couldn't get out. If I had a chance to do it all over again, I might just stay in that theater."

Henry said regretfully, "In that case, the world would have one less big star named Katharine Hepburn. I don't want to continue on the film path, just because I don't think I have hope of becoming a big star, and I'm not suitable."

"How come, you act quite well." In Katherine's eyes, there was a bit of cunning.

"Hehe, you can see it." Henry didn't deny it, but didn't admit anything either.

"In that case..." Katherine drank some wine, thought for a while, and asked, "Can you drive?"

Henry nodded and replied, "Yes."

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

"What performance?" Tony was puzzled.

"It's his performance in the gunfight."

Tony Stark said in a disdainful tone, "It's okay, at least it won't hold people back." He asked again, "Why do you want to know these? Katherine."

Katherine said, "You know, I am also friends with that other Ms. Hepburn—" Ms. Hepburn made double quotation marks with her hands on her cheeks. "—Not long ago, the driver who had been serving her retired.

"And since she became a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador in '88, she has been visiting various places. Not long after, there is another itinerary to Somalia in Africa.

"I heard that the local situation is a bit unstable, so I was thinking if I could help this friend find a reliable driver who can also be a bodyguard to run around the world with her."

When Henry heard this, his eyes lit up. He nodded repeatedly and pointed at himself desperately. It was just missing a dog's tail, shaking like a helicopter's propeller, taking himself to the sky.

For Henry's self-recommendation, Katherine was not disgusted. But she still said, "I just want to know, do you have enough weight to make me feel that recommending you to Audrey as a driver is reliable."

For Katherine's worry, Henry could understand the other party.

In any case, today was Henry and Katherine's first meeting. Because she liked him a little, she introduced him to her good friend.

If something happened because of this, not to mention the issue of responsibility, Katherine would probably feel guilty for a lifetime.

Wealthy people like them, when hiring people, don't come for a background check, three-generation investigation, and loyalty test; they will only want the other party if they can pass.

If it was just a simple employment interview, the most suitable bodyguard and driver candidate on this land of the United States could be found from the group of veterans.

Does Henry have more valuable skills worth Katherine recommending to her good friend? Or a more powerful guarantee.

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

However, Henry didn't want to gamble on whether his friendship with Tony was enough to guarantee it. Because in fact, it wasn't enough, and Henry knew this clearly.

Being called to attend today's private banquet was purely because this young master didn't know which nerve was wrong. Perhaps he just wanted to use "Ms. Hepburn" as a bait to see someone's joke.

And I don't know if today's play made the young master satisfied. But wanting him to guarantee for himself, Henry felt it was better to add a little bargaining chip for himself.

Although this violated his original intention of wanting to live a salted fish life, but being able to see Audrey Hepburn in person, it seemed that exposing a little ability was not unacceptable.

He thought this would be a very difficult choice, but Henry made a decision almost without thinking, saying, "Tony, my friend, do you have a gun here? Just a pistol, lend me one."

"Walter! What do you want a gun for? You don't look like someone who believes that suicide will go to hell, so if you want to go down, you have to find another way."

Tony fought back a little bit.

Henry immediately turned to the other side and asked, "Mr. Hart, I know this request is a bit presumptuous, but I guarantee it's not to hurt anyone, just to prove a small thing. It's better to see it than to say it, so do you have a gun?"

Alex Hart was thoughtful and said, "Maybe my driver has one, should I call him in now?"

"Trouble you."

After a while, a white big man in a black suit, under the guidance of the villa servant, came to the restaurant.

Henry said to the person who came, "Sir, do you have a gun with you? Borrow it from you."

"Mr. Hart." The white big man looked at his employer. He didn't dare to easily hand the gun to someone he didn't know, especially when he had no other weapons.

Although Alex Hart wanted to see if the result was as he guessed, when things came to a head, he hesitated instead. Is letting a stranger have a weapon a good thing?

Henry probably guessed the concerns of these people, so he changed his words and said, "How about this, sir, you don't need to hand the gun to me, please just shoot at my palm. Anyway, if I let you hit other places, you probably wouldn't dare."

Where had the white big man seen this situation? Someone actually wanted others to shoot at themselves. So he still looked at his employer hesitantly, hoping to get clear instructions.

As if to strengthen the other party's idea, Henry continued, "Don't worry about shooting. I will definitely not hold you accountable for any responsibility or compensation afterwards."

At the same time, Henry stretched his right hand out to the side, away from his body. At the same time, he said, "You can stand closer to shoot, to avoid being too far away to hit."

This time Alex Hart didn't have too many scruples and nodded to his personal bodyguard.

The white big man immediately took out a Beretta 92F pistol from the holster under his arm and aimed at Henry's outstretched palm. He didn't dare to get too close, and even before shooting, he confirmed it again and again.

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

"Yes, I am sure." Henry replied.

"No regrets?"

"What do I have to regret. Anyway, just shoot, don't be like a pussy..."

"Bang!" This shot surprised everyone present.

But Henry's palm only slightly dented and retreated a little distance. He immediately showed his palm to everyone at the dining table, and there was no hole on it, it was completely unharmed.

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