King of Hollywood

Coming out of the tavern, looking up at the already clear sky, the sun revealed itself from the gaps in the clouds, and a column of light appeared to give a sense of sanctity.

Adrian took a long breath, felt the freshness of the air after the rain, pulled his hat and covered his eyes. Although he could be sure that no journalist would find himself out, and trusted that no one would recognize a director on the street, it was always good to be careful.

He walked freely down the street, gauging signs of different shapes and thinking about his own business. Philadelphia Story, Real Lies, Four Weddings, One Funeral, and Promise Jean? The Renault movie and Annie? Rice's novel, even if the plan is already there, not to mention that Jurassic Park is in the process of being produced, and Ghost Pokémon is about to show up - and he has to go to the premiere, because Disney is the one who produced and released the film.

And the investment in Schindler's List is about to start, and Spielberg will probably be investing in Jurassic Park as soon as he finishes it, and he's been waiting too long.

In this way, almost eight films are connected to the Bosworth Film Industry, although for a medium-sized film company, there are definitely more than a million films invested or produced in a year, and it's good to know that almost all of these films are over a hundred million, but they won't all be shown this year, otherwise they will definitely drop many people's glasses on the ground.

Seems a little too fast? Adrian shook his head. The next few years will only be more. After this year, his personal filming will decrease, but the company will only increase the number of such films produced, invested and distributed.

Throughout the '90s, Hollywood's high-volume movies were far less spectacular in their effects than those of the post-21st century, but some of the intrinsic ones were much higher than those in which the effects were the selling point. Because, in the eyes of many, Hollywood in the' 90s was the most remarkable time, because there was at least one movie every year that was boutique, from effect to content.

There are many reasons for such a conclusion, the large-scale application of special effects is one aspect and the rise of high investment, the opening of the Eastern European film market and other factors are irrelevant. Adrian didn't want to think about it. All he had to do was put him or Bosworth behind most of the boutique films from the '90s.

He can totally do that, and who knows better than him which movies are going to sell bigger and which movies have a higher reputation? Anyway, there's plenty of money to invest in, produce or distribute these great films. Yes, he can't 100% guarantee that he'll get the same box office as he remembers after “re-producing" these films, but for gambling, 70% of the winnings are enough.

It seemed crazy, but once it did, it was far more than monetary, and the influence that had erupted after some things had accumulated was absolutely eye-catching. Adrian's empire needed such an influence in the future, so he had planned it from the beginning.

Pause, take a deep breath again, and reach out to stop the taxi. Looking at the street view backwards from the window, Adrian stopped thinking about the movie and should relax.

The taxi soon arrived outside the Claridge Hotel, and after paying the fare, Adrian walked straight through the lobby to the front of the elevator. After entering, he naturally pressed the button on the 14th floor, as if he were staying here.

As the elevator rose, he quickly arrived on the 14th floor, finishing his clothes in front of the mirror at the end of the hallway - even though he was wearing very ordinary clothes. Adrian stepped up to the door of room 1416 and rang the doorbell.

“Who are you looking for?” Female voices rang behind the door for a few minutes.

“Room service, ma'am.” Adrian's mouth was full of smiles.

The door of the room opened and a beautiful woman in a thin shoulder dress coat with a short black silk coat appeared in front of Adrian. Her dark brown hair had been left on her shoulders and her brown eyes didn't blink and stared at him. Her sexy thick lips were slightly open and seemed to be craving something.

“What kind of service?” She leaned on the door with an unspeakable laziness * *.

“Any service.” Adrian frowned.

The next second, Monica hugged him forward, blocking his mouth with no care. Adrian, although a little unexpected, was equally polite to ask for it, while walking inside the room with her waist and hands closed the door.

Bang, it was like a signal, and the two people who were kissing got warm, and Adrian reached out and peeled Monica's silk coat off, and Monica untied his belt. Even so, the two men's mouths were not separated, so they touched each other's defenses while sticking their mouths to the room * * to move over.

Finally, with a thump, they fell on the floor, followed by a heavier gasp, a man and a woman saying nothing, and thus began the most primitive movement on the hotel floor.

After a brisk war, Adrian lay on the ground and warmed Monica up in her arms.

“You seem very excited today.” When Monica woke up from her fainting, she grabbed a soft hand and turned her head to look at Adrian and said in a somewhat dull voice.

“Of course, we haven't seen each other in a while.” Adrian smiled and kissed her fine clavicle. In fact, there is one other reason, as the old saying goes: wives are not as good as concubines, but concubines are better than thieves. It's really exciting to come out with Neville to discuss the movie, to visit the Claridge Hotel and to visit Monica specifically in London.

“How's it going? Movie publicity is over. How's the rest?” Adrian continued.

“Not bad, shopping, beauty, sports, fitness, etc.” Monica answered lazily.

“You don't have to see it all.” Adrian exclaims with admiration that the hand that holds onto her waist begins to knead and slowly goes down and down, "you are always charming, Monica. ”

What would it be like if Kate was here? Because the image associated with "stealing” made Adrian even more excited, something that had not disappeared had suddenly risen again.

“What are you thinking? Your little girlfriend?” I felt Monica just turn around and grab it.

“Do you really think so, Monica?” Adrian looked at her with a smile.

“Yes, that's what I think, a woman's intuition." Monica's tone has an unspeakable smell, and her hand moves harder.

“Okay, whatever you say.” Adrian Haha laughed.

Monica bit her lip and suddenly flipped over and pressed Adrian, spreading her legs across him with a fork, looking down at him, lifting things up and sitting down again.

“You're awesome... Ed...” she gasped, her eyes squinting, "I remember... I seem to be about five years older than you... but... it doesn't mean... it doesn't mean...”

“Doesn't mean anything?” Adrian laughed at the takeover and shook his waist like a prank.

“Oh, shit." Monica screamed, leaning forward and grabbing Adrian's shoulder, staring at him violently: "You think that's how I'm gonna succumb? I'll tell you what, Ed, I'm gonna squeeze you dry this afternoon, and you're not gonna make out with your little girlfriend when you get back.”

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Her eyelashes moved slightly, rubbing her pillow with her face, and Monica finally woke up from her sleep. She opened her eyes slightly and turned to the person who wanted to hug her around, knowing that her arms were empty before she realized that she was alone in bed with a thin quilt wrapped around her naked body.

After a few seconds of inactivity, Monica finally reacted, lowering her arms and shrugging her shoulders, then laying on her back in a hidden sigh on the bed. That's when she found the bedside light on, looked out the glass window, and it was dark in the morning.

Well, at least he was careful before he left. Monica mocked herself, saying that she was about to sit up and suddenly she was attracted to the little cards that were placed on the nightstand.

It's a very simple little card, handmade by hand, with a simple drawing on the cover, and although there are only a few, it really outlines Monica sleeping on the bed.

Monica picked up the card, twisted the headlight a little brighter, and then turned it on.

“Hi, dear Monica, by the time you saw this message, I had left, but unfortunately I couldn't find any better material to make the card. I'm sorry I can't be with you tonight, but I want to tell you that I've been thinking about your lips all the time on my way back. Good night, good dreams. ”

Despite just a few words, Monica leaned on the bed and looked over and over several times, finally focusing her eyes on the brief brush painting on the cover. This is not the first time I have seen such a simple brush painting. Adrian wrote a letter to her every week, even though she did not call her during the closed filming period. There was not much written in the letter, but at the end of each letter there was a small brush painting. Although simple, she completely grasped the rhyme and knew who it was.

After a long sigh, Monica got out of bed in her pajamas. She didn't turn on the light, took a bottle of champagne from it before walking barefoot to the freezer, took a cup and sat on the chair by the floor window, poured herself a cup and slowly tasted it. The outside light poured through the glass, sprinkled it on her and pulled her shadow to the elder.

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