The top of fame and fortune [Comprehensive British and American]

On the Malibu beach in the afternoon, Erica did not get to know her neighbor 'Mr. Stark'.

Instead, he was entangled by Master Osborne, and painted an oil portrait of him in the private mountain garden. Erica said frankly, "I haven't finished a portrait for too long, and I feel more and more unfamiliar, and my skills are mediocre. "

The mountain sea breeze hits, and under the overly enthusiastic golden light of California, Erica is only wearing Harry's shirt except for the bikini in the swimming pool before. She is sitting on the green grass covered with Moroccan rugs, surrounded by Free-growing dwarf cosmos and small daisies.

Different from the regular luxury of New York or the English-style manor, Malibu beach always looks wild and full of fun. A few feet away is the fluorescent blue offshore sea like jewels and diamonds. Seagulls and egrets are not afraid of people at all. They circle the coast from time to time. fell beside her.

After Harry Osborn heard Erica's voice, his expectation for this portrait did not weaken in any way. In fact, he just liked to make her look at him attentively, "I have to begrudge any time I have with you." The timing of getting along, maybe a few months later, you will be busy with your career again, so you don't have the heart to meet me."

In front of her, Master Osborne never let go of any chance to put on a show, and Erica said to him calmly, "In the short term, I probably won't be filming again."

So far, Erica has indeed failed to find a good script that is suitable for her to star in, "I plan to return to Columbia after the fall semester begins."

"After that? Are you going to continue to improve your degree?" Harry tried to learn more about her next plans.

Erica did not hide from him, she continued to complete the portrait, while responding to Harry, "Only until the MFA [Master of Arts] and MBA [Master of Business Administration]."

For Erica, drama, film and business finance are aimed at enhancing practical professional competitiveness rather than conducting academic research.This is the difference between her and Harry Osborn and Peter Parker. In terms of science and engineering, Harry and Peter, these two geniuses, will naturally obtain a doctorate.

Thinking of Peter, Erica couldn't help but think of his Parker Industries. After she got a 50% stake with an angel investment of 30 US dollars, two years later, Peter has completed two rounds of financing in succession, with nearly a thousand employees, and the company's market value exceeds billion.

And it is expected to complete the fourth round of financing within two years, with a fundraising scale of more than US$50 billion. At this point, Parker Industries will submit a listing application to the US Securities and Exchange Commission.

Obviously, Peter Parker is a genius, and it is only a matter of time before the Parker Industries he founded becomes a super company.Although in the short term, it is difficult to compare with the established business empires such as Stark Industries, Wayne Group, and Osborne Industries with a market value of hundreds of billions, the speed at which Parker Industries is thriving has undoubtedly attracted the attention of many parties.

Erica was thinking about this, and the brush in her hand didn't stop. She was not satisfied with her obviously rusty brushstrokes. She looked at Harry Osborn and suggested to him, "Compared with portraits, why don't I switch to a film camera to shoot ?”

"If you want, of course," Harry seemed fine with any of her requests, his amorous blue eyes fixed on her, "I just want to spend these times with you."

He approached Erica, looked at the portrait in front of her, and found that she was almost finished. Although the technique seemed a little rusty, but she could see the outstanding artistic talent, and she was full of heart, without perfunctory, Harry tried hard to suppress his dissatisfaction. The corners of the mouth raised consciously, "I like it."

Erica looked at her dissatisfied oil portrait, then at Master Osborne who was too easy to be satisfied, took out the sketchbook and pen, and said to Harry, "Give me 10 minutes, I haven't touched oil painting for too long , but the quick sketch is still qualified.”

In recent years, she often draws some movie storyboard manuscripts to simulate the action shots and positions she will present during shooting.Although the storyboard manuscript is usually more of the basic skills of a film director.

So less than 10 minutes later, Harry got a double portrait from Erica, master Osborne's attention to these two amateur paintings, it almost looks like he is going to take them with him, or put them in a bank trust. The extent of the safe.

"Click——" Erica sat on the rug, pressed the shutter button of the film machine, and took a picture of Harry's sincere smile. There was nothing hidden in his blue eyes, and his gloomy expression was gone.

She suspected that this gentleman might not be able to smile like this once in a whole year.

Erica recalled the Wall Street Journal's evaluation of the man, who had just turned 20, "elegant, powerful, and bossy, and everything in the way had to be removed, typical of Osborne's approach." '

At this moment, when this Mr. Osborne approached her unhurriedly, he showed a sense of aggression that was too intimate.

Harry bent his knees in front of her, his slender figure still looked tall and handsome, his face was close to hers, "I like that you look at me intently."

"And what else?" Erica felt him kiss the side of her neck and collarbone.

Her waist was held by his palm, and then the body exerted force, she was almost flat on the rug, and Harry Osborn whispered in her ear, "And... feel that you are real."

It's always easy to get out of hand when things start with a hot kiss.

Erika could hear the sound of the waves a few feet away, and the silence in the private mountain garden made her focus only on the young man on her body, heavy and thorough.He was always utterly contradictory, rough, shy, and dissolute.

Due to Harry Osborn's unrestrained behavior, Erica had to enjoy the sunset on the Malibu beach on the soft blanket in the mountain garden. The strangely colored light sprinkled on the wild flowers. Daisy, laying it on Harry Osborn's blond hair, and then she raised the film camera to him again.

Harry let her run amok, lying on the rug without any gloomy expression, "I don't mind if you make it public."

"You are really—" Erica rested her arms on Harry Osborn's chest, her white fingers penetrated into his hair, soft and ambiguous, she looked at his strangely beautiful fluorescent blue eyes, and lowered her body to fit him .

Erica kissed his forehead lightly, and then between his brows, where wrinkled and wrinkled from time to time, now flattened to express his happy mood.Harry felt her kiss on his eyes, then on the bridge of his nose, and finally on his lips.

Harry almost sighed, there was always nothing he could do with her.

His sweetheart, his Achilles' heel, his only weakness, his only love.