Hollywood Hunter

The night was late and the song was over.

Jerry Hall's apartment, the waitresses quietly cleaned up the party scene, Elizabeth pulled the night to stay with Ivanka to look around for some, only in a living room with a view of Manhattan night view to find Simon and his mother who was leaning together drinking wine chatting.

Seeing the two daughters come in, Jerry Hall didn't try to avoid anything, but instead commanded, "Liz, go check on Jim and Gloria for me later, and then get some rest early, no staying up late."

Elizabeth, dissatisfied, came forward and sat down beside her mother and said, "It's late at night, and you're making it hard for me to go see Jim and Gloria and not stay up late."

Jerry Hall raised his hand to rub his daughter's head and looked at Ivanka, "Ini, isn't anyone coming to pick you up?"

"I asked Ini to stay," Elizabeth said immediately, "She doesn't really like going home anyway."

Ivanka smiled at both Jerry and Simon, sat down next to them, and said, "I called home and I'm not going back tonight."

Elizabeth suddenly skipped over to hug Ivanka again, but looked over at Simon, "We're going to Long Island for the weekend, Dad, make arrangements."

Simon smiled and encouraged, "How boring Long Island is, go to the Caribbean."

Elizabeth's eyes lit up, "Yes, and we're going on your Boeing 767."

Before Simon could say another word, Jerry Hall was already shaking his head, "No, I remember looking at the weather forecast the other day, there's a hurricane over there right now, it's too dangerous."

"Then Hawaii," Elizabeth got up again and jumped over to Simon and put her arms around him as she told her mother, "Hawaii doesn't have storms too, does it? Or, um, Mediterranean, Rome, O Rome, Dad, I'll go to Rome."

"No problem."

"Yay!"

Jerry Hall looked at Simon helplessly, "I think you're deliberately spoiling Liz."

Simon took it in stride, "That's fine."

"Mom, watch out I'm breaking off the mother-daughter relationship with you."

Jerry Hall reached over and grabbed his daughter's face, "What did you say, I didn't hear you?"

Elizabeth sucked in cold air in pain and begged bitterly, "Mum, I mean I love you."

It was only then that Jerry Hall let her go and addressed Simon again, "She just went to Japan the other day and I was hoping to arrange some tuition for her for the rest of the summer, Liz is so bad at school."

Hearing her own mother say this, Elizabeth also immediately moved Simon out, "Dad said I don't like studying, so I don't have to, I can concentrate on being a model in the future, and Dad said he's going to arrange model training for me, right, Dad?"

Jerry Hall snapped again and gave Simon a blank stare, "I'm sure you really want to spoil Liz on purpose."

Elizabeth helped, "Mum, I've never been good at school since I was a child, it's actually your responsibility oh."

"......"

Simon patted the little girl who had been poking at his mother's anger, "Well, go to bed early."

"So, it's a deal, Dad, I'm going to Rome tomorrow."

Simon nodded, "Sure."

"And I'm taking the others with me."

"Okay."

"And, pocket money ......."

"I'll give it to you in the morning."

Seeing that his daughter was about to leap and bounce away, Jerry Hall stopped her in his tracks, "It's only for two days, and I have to be back next week."

"It's summer vacation," Elizabeth stopped to retort and looked at Simon again with a suggestive little look, "Summer vacation," ......"

Simon also made a matching wink.

Elizabeth confirmed, ignored her mother again, and ran out of the room, pulling Ivanka along beside her.

When her daughter disappeared, Jerry Hall said reluctantly, "Why don't I go with you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but Liz and the girls probably don't want to take you."

"What about a bunch of kids?"

"Don't worry, I'll make the arrangements,

Jerry Hall just remembered that Europe was sort of Sophia Fessi's territory, that they had met a few times, that she was a very detailed woman, and put her mind at ease a little.

Changing her mind, the woman's expression began to soften.

Simon would follow up by reaching out and scooping up the woman's long, deranged legs and placing them in his lap and beginning to play with them.

The next day was a weekend.

It was summer again.

But none of that had anything to do with Simon.

When he left in the morning, he instructed his sidekick, Zoe, to help some girl and a small group of friends arrange a vacation to Rome, and then it was off by helicopter again to Greenwich.

All day Saturday was spent meeting with the heads of the two major affairs of the Westeros system, political and military, and discussing much of the work that had recently accumulated.

On Sunday, it was back to Manhattan again.

Today's work was much lighter, and fragrant.

The main thing was to finalize the list of Angel Corps for this year's Vimy show.

As the last show of the first phase, it's very significant and gets a lot more attention, but it's also the last chance for massive exposure, so the shortlisting of the legions of angels is highly anticipated.

Once the list is finalized, the final stages of preparation for the November show will begin.

While the Victoria's Secret Angels have perfect bodies on stage, many models, who don't actually look like that on a day-to-day basis, begin a new phase of shaping up three months before the show, although there are also many models who have the self-control to maintain their perfect bodies for a long time.

Therefore, this time the list is finalized, but if the body is not up to par before the big show, it will still be shat down.

The official arrangement is the last round of screening, the model does not necessarily need to attend in person, after all, even if it is not the fashion season, many supermodels still very close to the daily work schedule, however, today's Vimy Brooklyn studio, unless it really can not make it back in a very few models, the last round of screening, a large number of thin waist and long legs of the big demon still packed the studio.

With the accompanying agents, assistants and the media reporters who sniffed the wind, the entire block where the Vimy studio is located is like a rush. There were even a few models who didn't qualify for the final round of auditions who tried to fish in the water by bringing their teams to the street to take photos and post their press releases with headlines like 'xxx for the Vimeo auditions', which was quite eye-catching.

However, the actual audition process is far less of a battle than one might think. While it takes an hour or two to do makeup and try on angel costumes, the average interview for nearly a hundred models actually only takes a few minutes to walk around the stage to see how each aspect works, have a few casual conversations, and then call it a day.

It's actually kind of a waste of time to work.

The main reason for doing this is to increase the exposure of the Vimeo brand, so that one time, the media can hype for a week, and then announce the list, and then the buzz, which is equivalent to creating tens of millions of dollars of publicity without spending any money.

Therefore, Simon, who knew it was just a formality, had a script on hand during the interview process, in addition to the resumes of the angels he was actually quite familiar with.

Two of a kind.

As the ultimate boss behind the Vermont brand, Simon deserts and no one will interject anything.

Simon Westeros does everything as a matter of course.

Because it was a passing phase, the interview was declared over for the morning.

The supermodels who rushed to the interview were actually looking forward to noon, where a working meal would be arranged and, most importantly, there might be an opportunity to meet Simon Westeros in person. Only, when a group of gargoyles who could have left early waited patiently until noon, they discovered that someone had already left early.

This is really ......

You can't even catch a man by freaking out.

In a limousine leaving Brooklyn to return to Manhattan, Grace is both a little proud, but also inevitably apprehensive, the man beside her abandoned a group of goblins, specifically free time to eat lunch with her, even though she is already a mother of two children, Grace is still born some sour feeling nose.

Almost wanting to die immediately for this man.

So after lunch, insisted on pulling Simon to Elite headquarters, said he was to help look at the results of the Elite World Elite Model Contest, which ended in July, and privately quietly released the news, so that a group of Elite's big goblins can come around the company.

Elite HQ.

Grace's office, Simon is not uncommon to occupy a woman's desk position, comfortable leaning on the leather chair, legs on the edge of the table, next to the woman busy busy, personally prepared for him coffee, thoughtfully held over to the man's hands, which is next to him on the edge of the table to stand, tone of voice in a strange kind of soft to ask: "You morning interview in the desertion it, look! What?"

"A script," Simon looked up, surveying Grace, who was wrapped in a small white shirt and dark blue tube skirt with an elegant, mature charm, and smiled, "A very great script."

Grace couldn't help but roll her eyes.

This kind of tone, this kind of look in the man's eyes, great is weird, definitely not a good story.

But still, it was a good match: "What's it about?"

Simon: "This movie is going to create a very popular term when it comes out, and you'll know it then."

Grace was as poorly pursued as a little woman: "Can't I know now?"

"Good," nodded Simon, and said, "MILF."

"Well,"

Simon uttered a few words quickly.

Grace immediately blushed and raised her hand to hammer very weakly on Simon's calf beside her, "Definitely a very nasty movie."

"You're wrong about that," Simon said, shaking his head, "Not only is it not nasty, it's actually a very innocent teen movie at its core, about a group of high school students about to graduate."

"Oh, I'll have to check it out then," Grace said, then remembered something and smiled, "I saw an MGM movie the other day, 'Different Instincts' starring Travolta, I think it has something to do with you, right?"

"Yeah."

Grace intoned, "Autobiography?"

Simon nodded with conviction, "Yeah, autobiography!"

John Travolta starred in that Different Instinct, about an ordinary man who gets struck by lightning and acquires powers like super memory and mind shifting and then gets to the top of his game. Things like the ability to quickly learn a language in a very short period of time, and the super memory, are just so compelling.

It's like a replica of someone's experience.

Perhaps that's how Simon Westeros got to the top of his game.

I just don't know if someone will deliberately set off lightning to strike him next.

Speaking of secrets about himself, Simon has let off a lot of smoke signals in the past few years, such as The Psychic Sixth Sense, which misled him into being psychic, last year's This Man is from Earth, which triggered another association of Simon Westeros being an immortal, and this time, Different Instincts, which was obviously struck by lightning.

Over the years, even the speculation that Simon is a reanimator has not been unheard of.

Simon really has read similar articles, and the other side speculates that otherwise Simon Westeros wouldn't be able to bet on various economic hot spots with such precision. Only, a similar speculation has been debunked, mainly also, how did Simon Westeros' superior language skills and various film music and even financial skills come to be if he was a born-again?

At most, the reborn can only bring memories of their past lives, right, and how much more can one learn in a lifetime?

With smokescreens everywhere, there is naturally no truth to the situation.

As for Different Instincts, it was also a deliberate arrangement by Simon, including the male lead, Travolta, who was also Simon's insider, and Simon was also deliberately involved in changing some of the story details in it, just to give the audience some interesting associations that might be involved with him.

Anyway, to where Simon is now, it doesn't even matter if the truth is true or not.

After all, no one in this society has the ability to put him in some kind of lab for research or something when they know the truth anymore.

Grace also just treated it as an anecdote, without any intention of delving into it, even if the man in front of her was a god who had fallen to the mortal world, she didn't care.

Deep down inside, this was already her deity.

Reaching out a slim white hand to rub on Simon's calf, Grace added, "You seem to have arranged a lot of maids for Erin, as we all know lately, every time you go out it's like sweeping the streets."

Simon felt Grace's sour tone and asked with a smile, "Envy?''

"I don't envy little girls," Grace shook her head, she was actually a little envious, but only a little, it was more sensible, and in her state, if she did ask Simon to assign her a couple of maids of honor, she would be in trouble. Thinking so, Grace motioned towards the roster in Simon's hand, "How are the girls this time?"

Simon nodded, "It's better than it used to be, no longer all 14 or 15 year olds, the top three are all over 16, which is nice."

"I'm not Casablanca, he only likes little girls under eighteen," Grace said and gave Simon a blank stare, "You men are all like that."

"I'm different."

"MILFs," Grace repeated the word someone had just said, and blushed a little, "all have all sorts of quirks."

Simon said, "Why don't I adjust and get back to my normal preferences, hmm ...... will start with you."

Even though Simon was obviously joking, Grace felt her heart tighten a little and looked at Simon somewhat grudgingly.

Simon spread one leg apart and took the woman between his legs, "Well, don't worry, where men's preferences are so easy to change."

"Yeah."

Grace nodded lightly and moved up a little, seeing that the man was looking at the roster again, and stopped moving, just keeping this slightly odd position and finding another topic at random, "The winner this time, Michelle Alves, you saw her last time, that's nice."

"Unfortunately, she won't be 18 until September, almost, so she'll have to miss out on this Victoria's Secret show."

Grace saw Simon say that and stopped mentioning it.

In fact, Michelle Alves was in the same situation as the original Fernanda Lima, if she really wanted to hold it, it was just a matter of a man's word.

After all, the Vimy show was held in November, and Alves would be considered 18 years old by then.

However, since Simon had little interest in the girl, Grace was fine with it, even if Michelle Alves, who she was actually more interested in, ended up being mediocre due to the missed opportunity coupled with her own advanced age. As long as he liked it.