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Leonardo and Bar Refaeli each rode a bicycle and arrived at Martin's front door.
The paparazzi trailing behind them finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Driving or riding a motorcycle to follow two people leisurely biking for snaps was sheer torture, like a slow race.
Leonardo got off his bike and pressed the doorbell at Martin's house. The doorbell rang continuously but no one came to open the door.
Bang! Bang—
Impatient, Leonardo started banging on the iron gate, kicking and pounding, even shouting, "Martin Davis, you bastard, hurry up and open the door! Open it!"
The paparazzi went wild with their cameras. Was the friendship of the trio collapsing? Had Leonardo and Martin become enemies? This was big news.
After kicking the door for a while, Leonardo took out his phone to make a call, but no one answered on the other end, causing his brows to furrow deeply.
Bar Refaeli asked, "Can't find Martin?"