King of Hollywood

Chapter 284: Is it possible?

“A glass of champagne.” Sitting down, Natalie said something to the bartender and looked at Rachel, holding her face by her hand, with ice in her hand and a glass of lemon in it.

“Hi, Rachel,” she said in a very normal tone, “how's it feel to be the best actress? ”

Rachel didn't answer the first time, she played for a long time, and then she grabbed her finger and sipped a glass of gold tonic, which turned her head and looked at her with a smiley, non-laughing look: “This sentence should ask you, Natalie, how does it feel to be the best actress, especially... the second younger best actress. ”

Her face was red and her eyebrows were slightly intoxicated. Though the taste of Jin Tongli was very suitable for women, it could still be counted among spirits.

“Do you think this is normal?”. Natalie didn't bullshit her either, they were smart people, and Adrian had been locked up for a short time, so there was no need to cover up.

“Normal?” Rachel picked out her eyebrows, then burst out and smiled, hiding the smell of ridicule that made Natalie feel uncomfortable, but she kept her eyes on her.

“Absolutely not! How many women like us, tied to a man with a rope, still insulted and trampled by him, no dignity, no status, like a dog, happy to throw a bone, unhappy to kick a foot, what is normal!” While Rachel kept her voice down, that sense of unwillingness to hate was evident, and her hand in the cup became tight.

A glimpse of happiness flashed through Natalie's eyes and said in the same unhappy tone: “You don't think… we should do something to change this. ”

Though there was not much interaction with Adrian's other women, with her wit, she came down a few years to flank things - Sarah was a very talkative man, Britney had a simple head - so Natalie picked Rachel. It is said that Adrian likes to torture her, trample and humiliate her, and poor Rachel suffers immensely.

Of course, Natalie also knows that what she hears is not necessarily true. Sarah thinks Adrian sometimes overdoes it, and Britney thinks the owner has no problem doing it, but she doesn't have a better choice - Natalie has no idea why those women... are so smug, yes, he has the power and talent, yes, he's one of the world's leading media tycoons, but... but...

At this point, she subconsciously avoids some problems, and then she can't. In short, Rachel is the only woman around Adrian of all kinds. Especially tonight at the Fame Fair party, when Natalie sees her sitting there all by herself, she thinks it's a great time.

A normal woman can't endure that kind of torture forever, so she just needs an opportunity to open the gap with something that she's buried deep inside that she doesn't dare to release. Anyway... she doesn't need allies, she can't resist, she can't dare to resist, she can't even try, but she doesn't want to sit around waiting to die, so it's very necessary to find a cannon ash to block the road ahead.

“Change?” Rachel's eyes became a little blurred and her divine color became hesitant. It seemed that those words had worked before, and Natalie was about to continue, unexpectedly smiling nervously: “Why change? ”

After staring at her for seconds, repeatedly wanting to make sure she didn't say more or misspeak, she pressed herself against Anatalie and asked, “Why not? ”

“Why?” Rachel asked back, and Natalie had to keep her mouth shut, and if she kept asking back, they could argue about it all night.

But Rachel didn't wait for her to answer, and her expression became lazy: “I know what you're trying to say, Natalie, but don't worry, I'm just... I just have Stockholm syndrome. ”

Natalie's face suddenly grew much whiter. As a Harvard psychologist, of course, she knew what Stockholm syndrome meant, but... but...

“Hey, guys, what are you guys doing here?” The familiar voice suddenly penetrated her ears and her hands held the cup tight, but she still controlled her emotions and looked up at the horrible man.

“Nothing, we're talking.” Rising up, Rachel laughed and said, “Talking about some psychological stuff. ”

“May I know the details?”. Adrian asked with a smile.

“Oh, it's simple," Natalie wanted to change the subject, but Rachel wouldn't give her the chance, "we were talking about my Stockholm syndrome. ”

She grabbed Adrian's hand, and her smile grew more and more glamorous, accompanied by a reddish face and a hint of wine between her eyebrows, making her look extraordinarily sexy: “Ed, can we have a private chat somewhere? I can't wait... to want you... * * me, whip me, torture me... I got the best actress, don't you reward me?”.

The further behind, the faster she breathed, the blurrer her eyes looked at Adrian, as if she were explaining Stockholm syndrome with practical action, and Natalie's face grew whiter.

“Actually... I'd love to, Rachel, but..." Adrian seemed a little surprised and looked at Natalie sitting next to him.

“Yes, I know, as is customary, you're going to be with the best actress tonight,” Rachel waved, “It's okay, at least you're free now, isn't it?”

She stood up and blew herself in front of him, shaking her full-bodied body to the side.

Adrian looked at her back and whistled softly until she walked away and looked back at Natalie: "I'm sorry, Nada, I'm going to have to excuse you, but I think it fits, right? Of course, don't forget you're mine tonight. ”

Nothing excessive, he chased Rachel away, Natalie looked around with no expression, although the party was full of people, no one noticed their side. It's perfectly normal for a dude to be rejected again by someone who's always been rejected and then chased after something else.

But the feeling of humiliation, which was treated as less than a play, always grabbed her heart, making her unbearable, no matter whether the media questioned it or the exclusion of other women, could be compared.

“Not like Annette? Not as good as Hillary? Swank has more tension? The guy who wanted to write this story must have hit his head.” Gwyneth made a snarling sound and threw the newspaper in his hand aside.

“You should be immune to this sort of thing, Gwinnie,” Blanchett said with a dim sum, “Isn't that something journalists do all the time?"

“I was just shouting at Natalie, who did a great job in Never Before, even Kash's kids thought so. And before that, almost all the media thought so, but after an awards ceremony, the wind quickly changed, and it was incredible.” Gwyneth frowned.

“As I said, this is a regular thing. Didn't the reporters come to you immediately after I got the best actress?”. Blanchett poured three red glasses and sent one of them to Natalie, “So don't worry about it, Natalie —— of course, I'm sure I don't have to remind you, right?”.

“Yes.” Natalie sipped with a cup and, despite a smile on her face, snorted in her heart.

Of course they will, after all, rely on Adrian's work on the post-film throne, and journalists are questioning her as well. If they were anything else, they wouldn't talk to her so brilliantly and joyfully, and even if they defended her, the repulsive smell of their words was obvious, and she was an intruder in their eyes.

To think of it, Natalie was agitated again, and although it was nothing compared to the humiliation of Adrian on Oscar night, it was also very uncomfortable, why did he bring himself here?

That's when Adrian's voice came in and said, "Hey, aren't you going to come and help? I don't have three hands. ”

At the same time, there were two children crying, turning around, and seeing Adrian holding a child almost a year old with one hand and holding a child several years old with the other hand standing there depressed. The almost one-year-old was fine, just crying, while the few years old hugged one of his legs, making it difficult for him to walk. Natalie knew that the smaller one, Abbott, was the child of Adrian and Gwyneth, and the older one, Eleanor, was the child of Adrian and Blanchett, and in addition to that, he had several children, all born to different women.

Every time I think about it, Natalie grows more and more averse to this man, and she doesn't know that he has children with some women, but only today she finds out that there are seven or eight, and their mothers are different. These women are insane, and Natalie thinks so, especially when she sees them getting along well.

“Isn't that your duty, Ed?” Gwyneth laughed.

“I remember someone saying that you don't need help.” Blanchett followed suit.

“Okay, so you're gonna stand there and watch the kids cry?” Adrian, while turning a white eye, is not upset or unhappy and looks more like he's having fun.

“I'll do it.” Blanchett said she walked past and greeted the babysitters who followed her but did not dare to do so, asking them to take Eleanor up and hand her over to herself, and Gwyneth followed her to get up and hug Aibo.

Natalie took a deep breath and looked down at the newspaper in her hand for more than two days, and the best director of the Cicada League, who had a record of miracle directors, was still in quite a few layers. After all, Oscar didn't get the best without a director for decades, but for the first time in two consecutive years, it's worth it.

Not to mention the fact that the winner himself is controversial in this regard, and Adrian's status as a media tycoon on more than one occasion makes him both a winner and a referee, and there has always been a market for gossip such as buying academies. Most notable, however, is the celebration of gay organizations, which believe that the best director and best male lead in Broken Back Mountain is yet another major victory after screening and nomination, leading to another small-scale march in San Francisco, Boston and elsewhere.

There are, of course, a number of people who think that it would be too bad not to have the best movie, which is * * naked discrimination, and some critics criticize the fact that the Academy awarded the best movie to Crash at the last minute, a movie that was both muddy and muddy, but it did not enjoy the support of the vast majority. Instead, some people thought they should see each other better, and the previously united homosexual group began to split up, even though marches were held in many parts of the country, much less than before Oscar.

And besides expressing disappointment with the college and stating, as before, that it was no longer redundant against the miracle director himself, the contest seemed to be won by a gay organization, but how could it actually only be seen by those who stood taller?

In short, no matter how many people shout for Eastwood and Scorsese, especially Scorsese, according to a poll, 80 people think the old man of Italian descent should have the best director long ago. But, as everyone knows, this poll was taken by FOX TV.

Even so, homosexual organizations, such as "miracle directors get the best director by play", are circulated only in small forums, and a wide spectrum of public opinion still thinks he's lucky and has chosen a good subject. And it's because he's in front of us that Natalie's questioning isn't much, it's more like routine.

Unfortunately, she was not happy - except that his children were daughters, which made her somewhat happy.

“Finally liberated. Hey, what are you looking at? So focused?” Relaxed Adrian sat on the chair and turned to Natalie, who read the newspaper.

“Nothing, just a few comments.” Natalie answered plainly.

“You look a little upset?” Adrian doesn't feel comfortable with her, "why don't we go out and play tennis? ”

“No, no.” She shook her head and added: “Nothing. ”

“Do you have to do something? It's not good to stay in the house all the time.” The other person said in a caring tone, sounding sincere.

Natalie subconsciously bit her lip, and the last thing she could not adapt to was this. Adrian seemed both patient and considerate to any woman. Different types of women had different ways of coping, and it was easy to get a good feeling from each other. But... but whoever went through such a change could not have stayed the same, at least she would never have forgotten his ruthlessness and ruthlessness that day, but he seemed to have never done so in his life.

So Natalie was always afraid of her own destiny, of her own future, of all means. What makes it even harder for her to accept is to forget all about it, that he put her to the peak in bed, that she was going crazy with all this torture, and that's why she took the risk of contacting Rachel.

“Well, I mean... I should probably go back," Natalie said after taking a deep breath, not sure Rachel had told Adrian about her pulling her together, but she really wanted to be alone.

“So soon?” Adrian picked the eyebrows.

“It's been two days, I... I have to go back and get together with my friends, or you want to change...” Natalie snorted her lips. Although the traditional media is not paying attention to it yet, gossip about her and him has grown stronger on the internet. Whether the dude has put Harvard Girls to bed or not has become the most fun topic for the internet folks. After all, no miracle girl has twice been nominated as the lead actress in a miracle director's movie, let alone she has already got it.

This was another disturbing place for Natalie, and she began to realize that Adrian had created this, that she was the only woman he couldn't catch up with, and that she was starting to get tied up.

“Well," he answered unexpectedly after the silence, "since you want to go back to New York, I can't force you, so let's make sure of one thing. ”

He glanced at Gwyneth and Blanchett, who were taking care of her two daughters, and gave her a look and got up and walked out. Natalie followed him even though she didn't know what he wanted to do.

“I had someone give you a script a week ago, have you seen it?". Come outside the living room, Adrian asks.

“Well... yes, not bad.” Natalie recalled and replied.

“If you turn it on now, can you fully explain the inner world of the character?”. Adrian continued, "Or are you ready? I'm about to turn it on after May. ”

“I've captured some character traits, but I still need time to mock them. After all, psychological activity is the majority, I want to… and so on!” Natalie suddenly stopped and opened her eyes unbelievably, "you mean... you mean... you mean...”

“Yes, I will personally direct and produce the film, and you, the only protagonist, will be the protagonist of the film.” Adrian nodded very seriously.

Natalie just felt like she had a buzz in her head, and everyone in Hollywood knew what it meant to be a female lead in a miracle-directed film.

But... but she's already... this year... but it looks like he's really going to... how is this possible... but he's a miracle director, he's made Hanks the best male lead, and he's made the best director, and he's going to be himself... God, this is unique...

Huge surprises and huge fears wrapped around this Natalie, making her utterly speechless and just staring at him.