King of Hollywood-Chapter 170 - : Don’t Care

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Don’t Care

Like all talk shows, the background was set against the city night view outside the glass windows, with two sofas and a table in the middle, with the host seated behind the table. Then, accompanied by music, the guest walked out from the back, and the audience instantly erupted into cheers, while the guest smiled and waved as they took a seat on the sofa.

“Welcome to our Miracle Director, Adrian Cowell, to the show,” host Jimmy Kimmel said with applause.

“Sorry, Jimmy, what did you just say? ‘Miracle Director’?” Adrian, dressed casually, looked at the host in surprise.

“Of course, do you want to deny it?” Jimmy said with a chuckle, “Three movies in one year, the male and female leads of two movies both received Oscar nominations for Best Actor and Actress, and you yourself received two Best Director nominations for two different movies, not to mention the other nominations. I think this title couldn’t be more fitting for you.”

“Well, to be honest, I’m flattered by the title,” Adrian said as he rubbed his nose, a gesture that made him seem somewhat bashful, like a young guy who had just graduated from the Ivy League, instantly bridging the gap with the audience.

“I’m very pleased that everyone enjoyed these three movies. In fact, I never expected them to be so favored by the Film Academy. In a way, it must be luck. I can’t say that I’ll be able to create such a… miracle again, but I’ll do my best to produce beautiful films.” He continued in this vein, appearing sincere and humble, which immediately won a lot of applause.

“To be honest, I think you’re being too modest, Adrian. After all, you’re not even 26 yet. How many directors have achieved what you have before they turned 26?” Jimmy let out an exaggerated sigh, “You know what I was doing at 26? Lounging around all day without a clue about my goals. Think about it, the betting companies even offered odds of 1 to 2000 on you, so you should be proud.”

“Are you implying that you’re only 26 this year, Jimmy?” Adrian sized up the host, then asked with a teasing tone after clicking his tongue twice, which immediately drew a burst of laughter.

After Jimmy raised his hands, he suddenly sat up straight, tilted his chin up slightly, crossed his legs, placed his hands over them, and his formerly modest demeanor suddenly switched to arrogance. After sweeping his gaze over the audience, he declared loudly, “Alright, I’m proud now, who can do better than me?!”

The room went quiet for about five seconds, then roars of laughter broke out, accompanied by screams and cheers. Even the viewers in front of the TV would be influenced by such a lively atmosphere.

In the following conversation, Adrian fully displayed himself in front of the camera. Compared to his first talk show appearance, he was more appropriate and skilled, alternating between modest caution, sincere seriousness, and youthful brashness, all balanced to perfection, mysterious yet increasingly eye-catching.

“I have to say, Adrian, you’re a gentleman, no wonder so many people want to work with you,” Jimmy commented at one point, a remark prompted by an incident that had occurred earlier.

Phone-in segments were inevitable in talk shows, and this time, after the connection was made, someone who claimed to be a fan of Adrian’s started to berate him, criticizing his production of “Howards End” as a mistake and claiming that everyone had to pay for his error.

Everyone expected Adrian to retort sharply, and his exchanges with Jimmy had already proven his eloquence. Moreover, everyone knew “Howards End” received unanimous praise. The call was more about venting frustration than providing critique, and no one would want to listen to such baseless criticism.

However, unexpectedly, Adrian listened patiently without interrupting until the caller had finished venting. He first acknowledged that “Howards End” was a niche film but also pointed out that such movies are greatly loved by some and intensely disliked by others, so it was normal for the caller to feel that way.

“Every director tries to make movies that they want to make; I’m no exception. So, Harris, I’m sorry to hear you think ‘Howards End’ was a mistake. Of course, I understand your feelings, and I can sense the like and passion you have for me. It’s because of you all that I can tell better stories,” Adrian finally said to the caller.

He spoke very sincerely, and so after he finished, the room erupted in applause, including Jimmy, while on the phone, Harris, after a moment of calm, also apologized. Such an outstanding performance significantly boosted Adrian’s appeal to everyone watching.

“I thought you were going to scold him backstage, but it turned out like this, you really know how to seize the moment, Ed,” said Monica, lying in Adrian’s arms in the dimly lit bedroom, wearing silk pajamas and watching the talk show on TV, which was, of course, a rerun.

“If it were anywhere else, I wouldn’t mind mocking them a bit, but you have to understand, Monica, there were a lot of people watching at that time, and what you say has to be appropriate for the occasion,” Adrian said with a light chuckle, half his body leaning against the headboard. His right hand reached into Monica’s neckline, and from the vast expanse of her breast that was exposed, it was clear what he was doing.

“The ratings that night increased by 5 percentage points compared to the same period, Monica. You can imagine how high the popularity was. Saying the wrong thing could have been very bad,” Adrian continued.

“I know, I’m trying my hardest to do just that,” Monica said, slightly turning her body and adjusting her position for Adrian’s easier play. “Maybe I should study more.”

“No, no, you’re doing great, Monica,” Adrian said, pointing at the TV, “Look, there you are. Although there weren’t many highlights of you that night, you didn’t make any mistakes. You just need to keep it up.”

On the screen, Monica, dressed sexily, walked out from behind the studio, her appearance immediately eliciting a wave of screams. The talk show naturally relied on surprise guests for laughs, and this time the surprise was Monica. Although it was at Adrian’s request, Monica had won a lot of popularity thanks to ‘Pulp Fiction.’ Also, many tabloids had reported her affair with Adrian, so the network did not refuse his request.

“Tell me, Monica, how did you meet Adrian?” the host, Jimmy, asked.

“My agent told me there was a low-budget film casting and that the director was a newcomer but very outstanding. At the time, I also had an audition opportunity for a major production, but after much thought, in the end, I chose ‘Pulp Fiction,'” Monica said with a smile. Even through the not-so-large TV screen, one could still feel her seductive charm.

“Can you tell me the name of that major production?” Jimmy asked with interest.

“Um… Coppola’s ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula,’ for the role of a female vampire,” Monica shrugged with an air of elegance, and the audience erupted in gasps.

“I never knew you also had an audition opportunity for ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula.’ Had you changed your mind, you wouldn’t be lying in my arms right now,” Adrian suddenly said, sounding reflective.

“Sometimes, you have no idea what the outcome of the choices you make will be,” Monica said as she lifted her head to gaze at Adrian for a few minutes, then sat up and kissed his mouth. In the entanglement of tongues, her left hand slid down, over her nightgown, from her neck to her chest, then to her abdomen, and finally in between her legs.

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Soon she felt the heat and swell in her hand. Monica left his mouth and kissed down his chest, undoing Adrian’s nightgown along the way, and proceeded downward to the bottom. Although the towering peak hit Monica’s cheek when she moved aside the nightgown, she didn’t think twice before burying her head down, raising her enticing hips high. She knew Adrian liked when she assumed this position in bed.

Monica had never thought she’d be so infatuated with someone, and that someone was even several years younger than herself. Oh, using the word ‘infatuated’ might not be quite right, but she truly couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Adrian.

Once you’ve tasted something, you don’t want to lose it. The popularity ‘Pulp Fiction’ brought her was unmatched by the combined total of the last few years. The sensation of being the center of attention wherever she went, of being flattered and praised, was intoxicating to Monica. Many entertainment magazines even named her the sexiest woman of ’92. Especially when returning to Italy for a commercial event, the people milling around her greatly satisfied her vanities.

But Monica was also clear about who had given her all this. If it had been just any other director or producer, she could have dated a few times and then broken up, since the stage was already set, but Adrian was different. Although she had been with him for just over a year, she had watched him achieve today’s success.

Others might think that the title ‘Miracle Director’ was just a gimmick, but Monica roughly understood how this man was methodically controlling everything. She wholly believed that if he wanted to make her a star, he would be able to do it. The screenplay for ‘No Reservations’ and the Golden Globe nomination for Best Supporting Actress spoke volumes.

Besides, Adrian indeed attracted her. Sometimes he was wicked and mysterious, managing to seduce her into bed with just a few words during the shooting of ‘Pulp Fiction.’ Sometimes he was tender and knew how to comfort a woman, always aware of what she needed and giving her a sense of security.

Over time, Monica had become addicted, so even though she knew he had a girlfriend, she was willing to be a lover in a losing game. That’s why when she learned that Kate and him had broken up, she courted him in her way. It might seem cheap, but then, what of it?

At that moment, Adrian took a deep breath, and his hand on Monica’s head suddenly tightened. Her head started moving vigorously up and down, and finally, she buried herself deep. Adrian took another breath and tensed up, trembling slightly for a good while before stopping. After a while, Monica’s head stopped moving in her throat and only then lifted it up. (To be continued, for more, please visit www.qidian.com. More chapters await, support the author, support genuine reading!)