I’m in Hollywood Chapter 258: Nobody is a fool

Chapter 258: n.o.body is a fool

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"Mr. Williams, what do you think of the story in which Carl unexpectedly died from a gla.s.s shard lodged in his heart, his soul dragged to h.e.l.l by the Grim Reaper, and Molly and Oda Mae bidding farewell to Sam as he slowly walked into the gates of Heaven after their wish was fulfilled?"

Bruce Joel Rubin noticed that Eric seemed distracted, so he told the story briefly and without expectations, then asked this last question, expecting a negative response, before politely leaving.

Upon hearing Bruce Joel Rubin finish talking, Eric snapped back to attention.

"Mr. Robin, do you think Charles and the others had a good opinion of this story?"

Upon hearing Eric's words, Bruce a.s.sumed he was being rejected like everyone else and said dejectedly, "Well, excuse me then, Mr. Williams."

However, Eric quickly interjected before Bruce had a chance to leave: "Mr. Robin, actually, I don't think this concept is bad."

Bruce immediately stopped and turned around to confirm: "Mr. Williams, did I hear you correctly?"

"Of course," Eric replied with a smile. "I think your concept is not bad, but I just heard your oral story outline and didn't find any highlights. Do you have a complete script?"

Eric said nothing more and nodded. Glancing around at the eager guests, he left the ballroom as if nothing had happened.

"Eric, what were you thinking about?" In the ballroom, Virginia, who was standing beside Eric, raised her head and asked.

Eric glanced at Bruce, who was being approached by people from outside the ballroom, and said, "I spotted a script, and I think a lot of people are interested in it now."

Following Eric's gaze, Virginia looked over: "Is that the man? I just saw you talking to him for a while. If you like it, why don't you buy it right away?"

"Right now? Overnight?" Eric stroked the girl's waistline and said, "n.o.body is stupid. If I act too eager, I guess the owner of the script won't be in a hurry to sell it, so it could cost more in the end if I want to get it. Plus, other film companies may come to try and grab it."

Virginia hugged Eric's waist, pressing her face against his chest and rubbing it: "I didn't really understand. I guess I'm a fool."

Eric lightly slapped the bulging hips of the girl's dress when no one was looking, his tone carrying a tinge of flirtation: "I like foolish women."

Virginia protested by hitting Eric. Then, she raised her face, blinked her big eyes, and asked in a soft tone, "Eric, what about tonight?"

Eric shook his head helplessly and said, "Wherever you go, you are followed by paparazzi. Can I go to you?"

Virginia felt helpless upon hearing Eric's words.

Since the screening of "The Others", Veronica had not only gained huge fame, leaping from a third-rate actor to a first-line star, but her private life had also received intense attention from many tabloids. Eric knew that those people's goals were not only Veronica, but himself as well.

Whenever Eric thought about the night he negotiated with Murdoch, the old man mentioned that a reporter from the New York Post had been secretly following him for several months. This made Eric feel uncomfortable. To be honest, that matter has still not been resolved. Eric didn't foolishly go to Murdoch afterwards to ask for those photos; he was aware that the other party would not relinquish the photos to him without keeping a backup. Therefore, he didn't make a fuss about it.

However, since then, Eric has become more cautious.

Although he didn't care about the media exposing him or the rumors about the actresses, he had to consider Anniston's feelings. If the rumors in the newspapers kept circulating, it would be impossible for her to act as if nothing was happening. Eventually, she had no choice but to break up with him.

Although they couldn't go to Virginia, they could go somewhere else.

In the bedroom, Anniston lay on the large bed, her breaths coming in short pants and her body trembling softly. Eric lay on her back, moved aside her disheveled golden hair, and kissed her face. Below them, the firm object moved gently and soon penetrated the slick opening.

"Stop it, I'm going to die," Anniston said as she resisted, arching her round and plump b.u.t.tocks in an attempt to push Eric away. However, this only served to make Eric feel more comfortable.

"Come on, let me do artificial respiration for you," Eric laughed as he kissed Anniston's small mouth, his tongue breaking through the barrier and playing with her small, fragrant tongue.

After resisting a few more times and Eric eventually letting her go after playing enough, Anniston glared at the man hovering over her. After a while, she said in a m.u.f.fled voice: "Eric, let me take a bath; otherwise, the bed sheets will get dirty."

Eric flashed a naughty smile, kissed Anniston's face, and whispered in her ear: "It's okay, let me rest for a while, and I'll help you plug it up soon."

Anniston heard this and immediately struggled beneath Eric, her mouth still shouting: "No more, no more, if you come again, I will die."

Unfortunately, Anniston did not realize that her struggle had actually stimulated Eric's desires, and what had been dormant quickly rose again.

Eric quickly got up and turned around Anniston, who wanted to escape, picked up her two slender and beautiful legs and pressed them to her chest.

In the bright morning light, Eric woke up on time with a clear and refreshed look, and pulled the blanket up over the poorly sleeping little girl before getting dressed and walking into the bathroom.

When he opened the bedroom door and stepped into the living room, Eric heard a faint sound from the kitchen.

"Good morning,"

Nicole, who was making breakfast, heard the noise and turned to greet Eric.

"Good morning," Eric said as he smelled the delicious aroma of food in the air."Is there a portion for me?"

Nicole gave him a look and said, "What do you think?"

"Of course there is," Eric said as he walked up, encircling the girl's slender waist and looking into the small pot in front of Nicole.

Nicole was stunned by Eric's sudden move, but soon relaxed and felt the man's imposing presence on her b.u.t.tocks. She said helplessly, "Didn't you work hard yesterday? Have you not had enough rest?"

"Are you here to eavesdrop?" Eric blew into the girl's sensitive earlobe and asked.

Nicole's face flushed red, denying: "Do I need to eavesdrop? You were talking so loudly, if it weren't for the soundproofing of the villa, the neighbors would have called the police."

"What about you?" Eric asked maliciously, but a hand was already sneaking into the girl's waist.

"Eric, you really are a scoundrel, aren't you afraid Anniston will find out?" Nicole twisted her body lightly, unsure if it was in resistance or compliance.

"She won't be waking up anytime soon," Eric said, pulling his wet fingers away from the girl's lips.

Nicole gave Eric a few helpless glances, then obediently opened her mouth, allowing his finger to enter.

After a while, Eric retracted his finger and patted the girl's b.u.t.tocks, saying, "OK, I'm going to wake up Jane now. You hurry up and make breakfast."

"Jerk," Nicole murmured, nearly fainting from being released so suddenly. She hastily propped herself up on the kitchen counter, letting out a displeased remark at Eric who had already walked out the door.

After having breakfast and leaving the apartment that Nicole and Anniston shared, Eric had not even entered the office building when Bruce Joel Rubin approached him.

"Mr. Rubin, weren't we supposed to meet at nine o'clock?" Eric looked at his watch.

"Well, William, I was afraid of traffic jams on the way, so I came early," Bruce said.

"Oh, then let's go to the office and talk," Eric said, taking Bruce with him into the Firefly Building.

This was the same office building that Robert Shay had recommended a few months ago, which was now owned by Firefly. The new staff of the Firefly company had already moved in at the beginning of the month.

Eric had originally planned to move UTA in as well, but the suggestion was opposed by Jeffrey, Robert, and even Kappel. After some explanation, Eric understood that this was to avoid suspicion, as a production company cannot own an agency at the same time. Eric had initially only intended to play a sideline, but if he moved UTA and Firefly into the same building, it would only cause trouble for himself.

Two people came to the office and sat down. Eric asked someone to bring them two coffees, then he said to Bruce Joel Rubin, who was sitting opposite him, "So, Mr. Rubin, did you bring the script?"

"Of course," Bruce replied, taking the script out of his bag and handing it to Eric.

Eric nodded and opened the script, looking down.

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