King of Hollywood

Chapter 47 Means of application

“You shouldn't talk like that. Uploaded by Networker = =” After today's selection, Charlize suddenly said to Ivanka after coming out of the room.

“What, what's wrong with my sentence?” Ivanka picked out her eyebrows, but after a few seconds of thinking, she gave up her aggressiveness []

i'm just asking in a puzzling tone.

“Of course not. It's just not the right time to talk.” Charlize shrugged, "When he asked you for information about the girl, you should give it to him without saying a word, not saying something about finally lu showing his true face. ”

Speaking of which, she stopped and turned around and looked seriously at Ivanka: "Do you think Ed would converge if he said that? ”

“How is that possible?” Ivanka, who also stopped, answered without hesitation.

“So do you think it's appropriate to say that in that environment, even if no one hears it?” Charlize immediately asked, "Adrian never cared, but as a close secretary, shouldn't that be considered? ”

“Haven't you done this before?” Ivanka frowned and complained.

“So you're going to be exactly like me," Charlize looked at her with a smile, "and I guess I should be proud of my teaching. ”

Ivanka was dumb, and she knew what Charlize meant, whether to be a former secretary in duplicate or a current secretary rich in Tesè, which was a real challenge. Even though she tacitly realized that it was a question of whether she was Charlize II or Ivanka II in Adrian's mind, it was paradoxical that she obviously disliked it but was always unconsciously avoiding it.

I know, ”Ivanka said, reluctantly.

“So, what's next?” Charlize's mouth curled up slightly, but quickly dropped it again.

“Gather as much information as you can about the girl and give it to jiāo when he gets back to the hotel.” Ivanka answered quickly, looking like I wouldn't lose to you.

“Correct answer.” Charlize walked away looking and looking, and the secretary who stood far away from disturbing and eavesdropping on their conversation followed.

Looking at the back of his predecessor, Ivanka couldn't help but hum, and then she walked to the other side, and the actions that had just been said were the ones that had to be paid for.

Just as his former secretary and new secretary had a small jiāo in words, Adrian was looking in the lounge at the previously familiar information about the young nv, provided by the Australian Super Race organizers. In fact, after spelling out Junior NV's name, he knew his guess was right, Miranda? Cole, one of the future Velmie angels, has a lovely doll face and a Mi smile.

Because Alexander became his collection after the test, Adrian had more memories of Victoria's secrets. As he said a long time ago, these memories, though in the corner, can be remembered thoroughly as long as a certain amount of stabbing is carried out, so when Miranda shows up in front of him, he feels familiar.

Maybe we can find Alexander a companion. Read Miranda? Adrian of Cole's profile thought with a smile. He had a great feeling about this young nv with a doll face. As he had always been accustomed to, he wanted and had the strength to get it. If he let it go, it would surely be stupid, and this is how he met unexpectedly in the pre-selection of the Australian version of the Super Medal, clearly God sent it to himself on his own initiative.

It says here that she was a model when she was 13, and then went to Catholic church school for middle school, and something doesn't seem right in there. Adrian, who browsed the file, lit his finger on his head. You know, Catholic church schools are always very strict, especially boarding schools. If she's been a small model, why would she go to that kind of place? And after graduation, I'm here to participate in the Super Mega Competition, and I'm past the sea. It's really interesting.

After careful reflection, Adrian stood up, and some of the things that had happened over the past few days had brought him up with a good idea.

After walking fast across the corridor and pushing away mén, many gazed and cast their eyes. The Adrian god sè walked proudly, as if he had not seen these players resting in their chairs. After walking through this period, he stopped waving, called the staff to whisper a few words, then went forward and turned to the left after the end.

Many of the players' eyes lit up, and it was some smart people who were able to participate in the second round of the selection, so long as they had done their homework before, they wouldn't be unaware of who the miracle director was and what the Supermodel competition had to do with him. If you can relate to him, even if it's just a few words, it's impossible at first. Even if he can't or won't influence the Australian Supermodel, don't forget that he is a media tycoon and Victoria's secret is overwhelming. Think about the rumors that the Pacific Ocean can't stop, if you can get his dedication...

There have been many nv people trying to get close to Adrian over this period of time, although none have succeeded, but there will never be too many former servants.

After coming out of the other side around a big circle, Adrian shook his head as he glanced inside through the glass mén. The nv people who were there were so stupid that even if he would give them a chance, he would not pull them under the public, otherwise they would be stabbed in the media, and something had to be done. Slightly reassuringly, Miranda was not among them, and Adrian looked up at herself when she was sure she had just passed by.

That's it for the first try, but it's best if all the tests are done today, and the second round of selection will be over soon, whether she's in the finals or not, and it's not going to be a good idea. Adrian thought so and walked forward, just as he turned, he suddenly hit a full circle with a man. Although he didn't see who it was, the abundance of the crowd squeezing into his xiong bore had illustrated some problems.

“I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you. God, how could I have been so careless?” The exaggerated nv sounds followed.

“Nothing, nv, I'm fine.” Step back and stand steady, Adrian said hastily.

“Are you Adrian? Mr. Corwell? Oh, my God, I bumped into you, and I shouldn't have." The nv screamed again in an exaggerated tone.

Adrian had a slight sense of ridicule. Look at the nv in front of him, about twenty years old, a blonde hair, quite well spread. The two groups in front of Xiong were also very promising - just didn't know if it was pure natural or made - but his head wasn't enough. He knew to wait for him from this side, but he did too much.

“It's okay, nv, I'm supposed to be the one apologizing.” Adrian said politely.

Looking around, he stood on both ends of the T-shaped aisle, but didn't look this way, so he grabbed the girl with almost vague words and slipped away quickly. Even so, the young girl didn't feel offended, and Adrian left with some huā obsessively staring at him, well, her head wasn't enough.

After this, Adrian began to be careful and deliberately circled around the building, walking several safety stairs, avoiding several nv people waiting in different places.

Looks like I shouldn't be out here alone. He had to say that to himself. When we came here before, Ivanka had bodyguards and staff, and even if nv people tried to come up and talk, they would be politely blocked out.

Well, it should be ready by now. After a low profile circle into the lobby on the first floor, Adrian picked up a glass of water in front of the water dispenser and walked towards the elevator. At this point, a figure entered his eyes, almost five feet and seven inches tall, dressed simply but unable to conceal a good figure, standing near a glass wall and calling Adrian on his cell phone with his back.

Adrian picked her eyebrows and slowly walked past them, pointing her ears up and wanting to hear what she was saying. However, Miranda was quick and hasty, and Adrian could only hear a few words like "now what” and “I'm not sure”, because she felt she was not doing well and might be brushed down and asked for help from a friend?

Soon he came behind her and was about to call her. Miranda suddenly turned around and she probably wanted to leave, so she turned quickly and hurriedly, so she hit her head into Adrian's arms. After a shout, Adrian squeezed the paper cup in his hand and spilled water all over him, dampening his suit and shirt.

Miranda screamed out, couldn't help but wonder what to do.

“I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to...” She had to be frightened to draw a gesture.

“Hmm...” Adrian grinned painfully, lifting his hands, which was the second time today that he had been hit and thrown all over the water, which was terrible.

“Are you... are you Adrian? Mr. Corwell?” Miranda recognized him at this point and became more nervous, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell, I really didn't mean to! ”

“Well, miss, it's okay, this kind of thing happens all the time.” Adrian said in a comforting tone and pretended to remember something, "By the way, your name is... Miranda? Cole, right? ”

“You... remember me.” Miranda lu gave a surprise look.

“Of course, just over an hour ago, you made a good impression on the judges and me, and my memory has always been good.” Adrian laughed.

“Thank you.” Miranda lu smiled shyly, carrying two shallow bars, cute and mighty, and then she immediately lu out the god sè who was so sorry: “I'm sorry, Mr. Adrian, I didn't expect you to...”

“It's all right, I just wanted to hang out, so I came this way.” Adrian said again in a comforting tone, then looked around, greeted a staff member and asked Miranda a a few questions before saying, “Can I borrow your phone? I don't have it. ”

“Absolutely.” Miranda hastily handed him her cell phone.

“Come with me, please. There's a lot of people here.” Adrian laughed and took her to a small room with him, guided by the staff.

“Hey, Eni, it's me, I was in a room on the right side of the hall, accidentally sprinkled with water and didn't bring my phone, so now someone else's phone calls you and asks someone to get me a clean outfit and put it on, thank you.” Upon entering the room, Adrian contacted Ivanka on Miranda's phone.

“No cell phone?” The sound of Ivanka's drama came from over there.

“Please hurry if you can.” Adrian didn't move, sè said, then hung up and replaced his phone jiāo with Miranda: “Thank you, Miranda? Miss Cole. ”

“Just call me Miranda.” Shao nv was flattered to say.

“Okay, Miranda, you can call me Adrian or Ed.” Adrian's welcome, too.

And then, under his guidance, they started to talk. Adrian has long been an old hand. A few words made her laugh less nv haha, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious. Not only did he talk about some modeling things, but Miranda had a lot of things set out by him as a kid, but when she talked about her experience as a little model three or four years ago, she didn't like to talk more and seemed to have any bad memories.

Soon, the clothes were sent down, but the shirt and coat were wet, so Adrian was welcome to change them in front of her in front of her.

“So that's it for today,” he said to Junior when he changed his clothes, "it was nice talking to you, Miranda. ”

“Me too, Adrian.” Miranda stood up smiling, just a little hesitant in her eyes.

However, Adrian did not leave after he had finished his speech, just gazed at her, Miranda could still look at him at first, but quickly lowered her head, followed her face to the red spot, and quickly spread to the ear root.

“You're really cute, Miranda, and Derian said softly.

Miranda didn't make a sound or raise her head, but the breathing statement was a little rushed.

“Can we take a spin?” He suddenly said again.

Miranda had no doubts or objections at all, so naturally she circled in front of him.

Holding onto her chin and tapping her cheek with her fingers, Adrian suddenly pulled a card out of her pocket and handed it to her with a pen a few times: “I wrote down the hotel room number on my card, Miranda, if you like, to come to me by 4: 00 the day after tomorrow. ”

Little nv finally lifted his head, his eyes seemed to flash a little disappointed, but he looked relieved and reached over to take the business card lu and smiled sweetly: “I will, Adrian. ”

Sent Miranda away, Adrian nodded and shook his head again. Obviously, Miranda didn't mean to hit him, which was a complete accident, and it was clear from jiāo's conversation that she still had a pure side, but that later attempt could see the other side of her. If she was a totally simple young nv, she would definitely refuse to hear such an invitation. Even if she had any thoughts, she should have asked Huo what she was going to do, but she simply said yes.

That's fine. Adrian then thought that there was a need to let her fall into her own hands on her own initiative, but only in her own hands...

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Miranda? Cohle took a deep breath, tidied her clothes and kept herself in a good mood, which reached out and rang the mén bell. She was dressed in Jing's heart today, although the clothes are still simple, with deep sè underwear and coats, white sè tuiku and boots underneath, and a pink sè scarf around her neck - it's winter in the southern hemisphere - plus the baby féi's face, it feels a little like a doll.

It's okay, at least... he's kind. She gave herself a dark thrill in her heart, sounding what a friend once said to herself: To learn to seize the opportunity, Miranda, you should go to Paris to London to New York, not stay in this shithole! Always remember that opportunity is undesirable, and it doesn't matter if you go out and pay a price.

At this point, mén opened and appeared in front of her with a tall nvxing, blonde, turmeric sè coat with a narrow white sè skirt over her knees, showing her curves just right.

“Are you Miranda? Cole.” She gauged and laughed, and then she made a gesture, “Come in. I'm Ivanka. Ivanka? Trump, Mr. Adrian's assistant secretary. ”

“Thank you." Miranda owed herself. She recognized this beautiful nv who had been sitting next to Adrian the previous day, turning out to be his secretary.

Miranda was jealous of a sense of selfishness and obscenity that came to her mind, whether it was the lukewarm curves of the front or the elegance of the indulgence.

“Sit here for a moment, Mr. Adrian will be out shortly.” Ivanka took her to the sofa, then walked inside.

Miranda took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down and sat down with both tui together. A little weighing around, the Presidential Suite is so gorgeous and luxurious that it makes her a little more nervous.

He didn't... want a 3p, did he? Such an idea suddenly emerged from Miranda's mind, and when she went back, she went through some details about Adrian and impressed her most with the word "huāhuā dude”. Some say he has countless lovers, others say he is very good at getting nv people to chuáng, others say that the nv people in Hollywood have had ties to him, but no matter how exaggerated, one thing is for sure, the quickest way to become famous in Hollywood is to really serve him comfortably on chuáng, there are too many examples of this.

He was indeed a very attractive man, and if it had not been for the previous jiāo stream, he would not have promised himself. Miranda said to herself in her heart, as to whether it was true or justified, I don't know, but the beautiful and elegant nv secretary must have had to go to chuáng with him. He asked himself to come today and let the nv secretary receive himself. I don't really want to take it... How can I, myself...

So Miranda stood up, and in the meantime mén opened, Adrian walked out, followed by nv secretary Ivanka, and a man dressed as some motherfucker in a huārihu post.

“I'm glad you're here on time, Miranda.” Adrian smiled and greeted her, walking over and introducing her.

“Philip, is this what I call a promising young model, Miranda? Cole."

“Miranda, is this Victoria's secret creative director, Philip? Cox.”