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Martin leaned over and demanded, "Did you underline the book?"

This is a very oppressive posture, and his tall figure, cold eyes, and low voice all aggravate this oppressive feeling in all aspects.

The huge psychological pressure fell on his body like a real shadow, shrouding Alan's brows and eyes, as well as his uneasy heart.

Alan didn't dare to look away, but she flinched her shoulders, and clasped her arms habitually with both hands—this is a typical defensive gesture.

She shook her head, still saying, "No, I didn't."

It's just that the voice is involuntarily lowered.

Martin immediately sneered and said, "I don't believe it. You're lying."

Allen shook his head again, bit her lip, and said almost pleadingly: "No, I..."

"I don't fucking believe you anymore! I've seen that video tape!" Martin ignored Alan's pitiful appearance, which actually misled Martin's judgment, "I've seen it, and I know he's right You do, but I want to hear what you say."

His tone is fast and powerful, giving people a strong sense of certainty.

Allen hugged his arm tightly, and murmured: "No...no...no..."

Her upturned face fell down, her big blue eyes filled with tears in an instant, and the eye sockets and nose were slightly red, making her look more and more pitiful.

Martin refused to let her go, "Tell me everything, don't fucking do meaningless things, tell me the truth, don't think about continuing to lie!"

He leaned forward suddenly, and said in Alan's ear, "You killed him!"

Tears welled up in Ellen's eyes. She quickly lowered her eyes and covered her ears again, as if she was hiding something or avoiding something.

She still kept saying, "No..."

"You killed him, admit it!" Martin chased after him, his arrogance inside and outside the play made his emotions even higher, and he cursed: "Little bastard! You killed him! You bastard!"

Allen hugged his head, curled up into a ball, and his voice became weaker: "No..."

Her head hangs extremely low, her facial features are almost hidden in the shadows, only a snow-white chin and trembling lips are exposed, there is a kind of desperate beauty on the verge of being broken, it is extremely beautiful, but also extremely fragile.

Martin slapped the table in front of Allen with a slap, triggering a tremor in the latter's entire self-protection mechanism.

Allen shook her head desperately, murmured something vaguely in her mouth, and gasped for breath quickly, which made her intermittent words even more fragmented and unintelligible.

Martin turned a blind eye to all this and sneered: "You fucking killed him!"

"No!"

Allen's voice was suddenly sharp, and she suddenly stopped.

Everything around me froze for a moment.

Allen raised her head sharply, and inserted her hands deeply into her hair, revealing a pair of violent and cold eyes. The thick pupils were condensed in her eyes, like heavy clouds, filled with a silent storm.

There was a touch of scarlet at the end of her slightly raised eyes, adding a touch of secret and perverseness.

Allen stared closely at Martin in front of him, and said in a serious tone, "Don't fucking yell at me, who do you think you are talking to, you bastard!"

Her tone of voice was indifferent at the beginning, speaking slowly and clearly, and then rose slightly, but her mood was calm and stable. Her originally plain and weak face seemed to be ignited at this moment, bursting out with an amazing look.

Completely different.

Ellen's look, posture, emphasis... most importantly, her eyes were completely different.

This is a very aggressive look.

Her eyes were almost unblinking, her brows were lowered and her arches were raised upwards, forming two shadows above her eyes, casting them in a deeper tone.

And the muscles under the eyes were tense, giving her facial expression a dangerous and tense coldness, and the corners of her mouth were tightened and curled downward at the same time.

"Who the hell are you?" Allen asked coldly, raising his eyebrows.

Martin seemed to be shocked by Alan's face change at this moment, and it took about three seconds before he asked, "...you, who are you?"

"Ha, this is my place, who the hell are you asking me?" Allen's waist was no longer curled up, she sat on the chair and raised her chin back, with an arrogant smile on her lips, " Ahh, I remembered, you're a lawyer."

With just such a smile, this new personality, which is completely different from the cowardly and timid Allen, has come alive.

Martin still looked at Alan in doubt, and slowly straightened up.

Allen sneered at Martin, and sat there sternly, with his legs spread apart nonchalantly, his left hand resting on the table boringly, and his right hand hanging down his body.

Her eyes are sharp, like a hunter watching her prey urgently, her eyes do not blink frequently, appearing strong and focused.

"This time you screwed up, barrister, they'll inject Ellen with poison, or tie her to a chair, it's fucking dead anyway... Uh-oh, you screwed up." she stressed.

"Where's Alan?" Martin asked.

Allen rolled his eyelids and smiled casually: "Who the hell knows. Hide in a corner and cry bitterly, that damned coward, you frightened her, lawyer."

She said "fxxking" three times in a row, and then she smirked.

This smile is different from the previous arrogance, not so indifferent, but with disdain and accusation.

Of course, the disdain is for Allen.

The accusations were directed at Martin.

Because Alan is her captive property, no one has the right to hurt Alan, except her.

"You have to talk to me." Allen stood up and opened his legs. His steps were big but not fast, and he approached Martin standing there step by step. Martin was forced by her momentum and couldn't help but backed up. "Listen clearly, I won't repeat it a second time, look at me, if you dare to threaten Alan again, I will definitely fucking kick your ass to make it look good!"

She grabbed Martin by the collar, pushed the man who was much taller than herself onto the chair, and then leaned over in the same oppressive way——

"Understand?"

Allen lifted Martin's collar with one hand, his forehead was almost close to the latter's brow bone, and their breaths were only a touch away.

This should have been a very ambiguous romantic scene.

However, Allen's suddenly depressed eyes were full of real threats and cruelty, lingering coldly and silently on this originally pure and beautiful face, all of which turned into disregard for life and obvious conceit.

Forced by Allen's aura, Martin looked into the eyes of the man in front of him in astonishment. A large number of chaotic thoughts filled his fast-running brain, so that he froze there for a while.

Until Allen let go of her hand, slowly straightened up, and raised her clear and beautiful chin, showing a haughty expression.

Alan, no, Josie let out a chuckle.

She laughed, "Big lawyer? That's all."

Double entendre.

There was a moment of silence in the studio, only the sound of the camera running.

This is not a studio, so there are fewer people calling to stop, but Josie has no desire to continue acting, she pouted and shouted: "Kevin, where are my high heels? God knows why this studio is so dirty, ewww, I really I can't stay there for a second."

Her sudden complaint did not arouse the dissatisfaction of everyone, but it was easier to distinguish the typical upper-class bourgeois lady in front of her from the vicious and crazy character just now.

Because before that, most of the people present thought that she was the silly blond girl in the movie "Leading the Coquettish" who only knew how to shop and swipe credit cards.

But apparently, she's not.

Josie Horton is not only not the blonde in the usual sense, but she is also a talented and amazing actress!

Look at that poor superstar Richard Gere over there.

In the field he was proud of, he was completely defeated by a rookie whom he looked down upon, an actress.

Kevin smiled and indulged Josie's extra willfulness today, personally put her high heels on for her, and said, "You are so beautiful, sweetheart."

His sweetheart put on his coat and gave him a sweet smile.

"It seems that we don't need to conduct an open audition for the role of 'Alan'?" Paramount President Shirley Lansing stepped forward and said with just the right enthusiasm: "Josie, your performance is amazing. "

Josie's smile faltered slightly, and it faded visibly to the naked eye.

Oh, as long as she sees this strong woman in front of her, she seems to see the bills belonging to Sony Columbia flying away.

The natural mood is not so wonderful.

But out of politeness, she still nodded slightly, and said calmly, "Thank you, Shirley."

Shirley Lansing didn't care.

In fact, most of the Hollywood stars who became famous and talented at a young age are somewhat unusual and perverse.

And Josie Horton took both good things, so of course she has the right to be arrogant.

Shirley Lansing turned to Josie's agent, Kevin Howian, and suggested, "Kevin, why don't we sign the contract today? It just so happens that the main creative team is here, and we can hold a party to celebrate."

What's going on in Hollywood loves to party, but unfortunately, Josie just hates parties.

boring.

Kevin shook his head and laughed, "Oh, Shirley, don't worry, we can make an appointment to sit down and talk slowly."

Sign up?

That's not something that can be easily signed.

Everyone knew that Josie and Paramount still had two films with a salary of at least 15 US dollars, but the problem was that Josie didn't want only 15 US dollars, but Paramount only wanted 15 US dollars.

As an agent, Kevin's interests are directly linked to the client's remuneration. As for how to obtain a contract that best suits their interests, both parties need to sit down and negotiate word by word.

"Okay, of course." Shirley Lansing smiled unchanged.

Obviously, she didn't intend to give Josie the market price she deserved.

- Business is business.

It's just a mouthful of temptation. It would be great if they can sign on the spot. If not, then they will always reach a consensus.

On the other side, Richard Gere managed to regain his composure, and couldn't help but look at Josie one more time.

His agent said softly: "It's nothing, Richard, you are the biggest star in the crew."

Richard Gere looked away and said, "Yes, I am. But who can guarantee that she won't steal my scene?"

"How is that possible," his agent said with a smile, "Josie Horton has only done two movies, and she wasn't even born when you became famous! Take it easy, it's just because you just came back from a vacation in India, no Adjusted to a good state, today is a big loss of standard."

Richard Gere listened expressionlessly to his manager comforting himself.

No one knows better than himself that he didn't lose his standard, but was really overwhelmed by this young man, although there is a small part of the reason for the role setting.

But pressure play is pressure play.

Richard Gere stroked his temples habitually, but he touched the long hair and beard he had been growing back from his vacation in India. The furry touch made him feel agitated, so he couldn't help but interrupted: "Stop talking , why didn't you remind me to get my hair trimmed? I must be smelling like curry!"

No wonder that little Bichi disliked Paramount's studio in a weird way.

"Sorry, Richard, my mistake..." His manager touched his nose.

Well, it's no big deal to curse a few times, as long as Richard doesn't get in trouble with money.

Therefore, brokers are one of the least ethical professions in the circle. They are willing to do anything without brokering a contract.

Richard glanced at him, "I'll get back to the scene when the filming starts."

He made up his mind to look good to her.

"Wait, Richard, do you agree to use her?"

"Why not? Isn't that what you and CAA want?" Richard Gere smiled sarcastically, "Or let Keanu Reeves, a junior who has no acting skills at all, step on my name Is it? But the figure that Shirley Lansing said is not acceptable, my salary cannot be lowered again and again."

Yes, even though he knew that this was the conspiracy of Paramount Shirley Lansing, he was still willing to fall into it.

Now that an excellent script and role has been met by him, he will seize the opportunity at all costs. Although the little girl Josie Horton is a bit arrogant, she can play this role well, and he doesn't mind enduring it for a while. .

Who made those people think that he was about to die?

This is Hollywood.

This is the most realistic Vanity Fair in the world.

But, so fascinating, isn't it?