"Are you still angry?" After sneaking back to Natalie's dormitory at Harvard, Adriaan saw that she had not spoken, so he immediately pulled her into his arms and asked.
Natalie's shoulders moved as if she wanted to break free from his arms, but she immediately stopped. She just turned her head and said, "No, I just feel … a little strange."
"Okay, then there won't be a next time." Adriaan smiled and kissed her cheek comfortingly. He did not mention that she was the one who suggested it.
Of course, Natalie was still very thin-skinned in this regard, so her words were very vague. Even so, the hint of "we can go to the library" was still relatively obvious. She was probably still holding on to the hope that Adriaan might refuse or pretend not to understand out of consideration for her, but this was too naive.
She was really smart. She would fully think about the problem and find the right answer, but because of this, sometimes under the deliberate guidance of others, she would think too much and make wrong judgments. Psychology was not omnipotent, and it required a lot of practice, not to mention that she had only studied clinical psychology for a year.
Therefore, when Adriaan first used "Whale Rider" to hit her, and then at the Oscar party, he sincerely confessed to her. Then, with a little hint, the seeds of hope emerged in her heart. Then, it automatically expanded and materialized. What he was doing now was strengthening her sense of hope.
Because of his behavior, Natalie believed that if she wanted to get rid of him after getting what she desired, she would have to pay a price, a very big price. As long as the price was within an acceptable range, she would not be unwilling. Therefore, after Adriaan came to Harvard, Natalie gritted her teeth and gave him a hint.
Because of this, although she resisted most of the time, it was not very strong. What she was most worried about was nothing more than being discovered, and then destroying the reputation that she had painstakingly built up. But because the price was very necessary, and she could not escape from Adriaan, plus his superb seduction skills, under the double torture of body and mind, Natalie naturally had a distorted pleasure. For example, if people saw her, she would not have to worry about these kinds of self-abandonment thoughts, so she resisted and took the initiative to cater to him.
Perhaps Natalie may not be aware of this subjectively, but her body would not lie. The last moment of tension brought Adriaan the pleasure, so Adriaan, who could clearly feel the changes in her body, did not take her resistance to heart.
It was not in vain for him to spend so much effort. Adriaan had never worried about being seen. It was needless to say what kind of people the fraternities in American universities were. Of course, there were still elites among them, but they were definitely not the majority. Ninety years ago, Adriaan made a lot of trouble in the Stanford fraternity.
Although he went to university in Stanford, it was not like he had never been to Harvard. Victor graduated from Harvard, so he was very familiar with the Harvard fraternity. He also knew their secret strongholds and communication codes very well. These kinds of codes were generally only known by the insiders, and they rarely changed. Coupled with Victor's indirect approach, it was easy to coax the guy outside away.
That was it for the time being. Adriaan then returned to Los Angeles. There was still a lot of time to deal with there. He did not intend to provoke her too much now, even though he wanted to take her to try it under the so-called bronze statue of Mr. Harvard. Well, this was a joke. It was almost impossible to come to that place again, and only a fool would do something that was as bad as not doing enough. Besides, this was just the beginning. If she had any ideas, she could take her time in the future. If Natalie could wake up during this time and correct her position, then he would be very happy. But if not …
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"If I really have to choose one, David, I will choose Penny Green. She is sharp-tongued and cold to everyone. I don't want to deal with her at all." In the office of the ABC planning department, two male staff members who were resting were making comments about their female colleagues.
"Is that so?" The man named David touched his chin. "But, Saul, why do I feel like you're talking about our department head?"
The man who was about to drink his coffee almost spat it out. He looked at his friend with wide eyes and said, "Why do you have such an idea, David?"
"Sharp-Tongued, cold, and a little unreasonable. Isn't the Ice Queen like that?" David said with a grin. "You'd better be careful, Saul. Don't say bad things about the Ice Queen at work. The last time Paul and the others were talking about her at the water cooler, she walked by like a ghost and scared them."
"Ms. Theron may be sharp-tongued and cold to people, but she's not unreasonable. And she's very capable and has fought for a lot of benefits for our department, hasn't she?" Saul immediately refuted his friend. "Look at the reality shows she's planned. If it weren't for the postponement of 'Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire' because of 9/11, I bet it wouldn't be much worse than 'American Idol.' She seems to be planning a new reality show based on this …"
"Well, Saul, we all know who's behind her." David made a gesture. "So it's not surprising that she can do this. Of course, I'm not saying that she's incapable. She does manage the entire department very well, but you have to look at the essence of things. Wait, you're not in love with her, are you?"
David paused and narrowed his eyes with a smirk. Saul immediately looked flustered, but he quickly calmed down. "So what? Ms. Theron is indeed a very … beautiful, sexy, and attractive woman. Don't tell me, David, that you've never had any unusual thoughts about her. "
His colleague and good friend suddenly looked like he was choking. He stared at him for a long time before he suddenly laughed. "Well, I admit that the Ice Queen is very attractive. Not only me, but many men in this department and even the entire company see her as a sexual fantasy. To be honest, she should be making movies, not sitting in an office. But, Saul, we all know who her man is, right? "
"Oh, of course." Saul sighed. "The great and miraculous director, the head of the world's number one media group … I heard that he has a lot of women close to him. Damn, if this is all true, how can he, I mean, how can a rich man have so many women?"
"Just as you said, Saul, rich people." David shrugged, and then the two men began to gossip about Miracle Director until the phone rang.
"Hello, this is the ABC Planning Department. I'm Saul Campbell." Saul pressed the speaker button, and then a clear female voice came through. "Saul Campbell, who is responsible for sorting out the information on 'Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire'?"
He instantly recognized the other party's voice. He immediately bounced up, sat up straight, and replied in a respectful voice, "Yes, ma 'am. How can I help you?"
The quick response stunned David. Of course, he immediately reacted and quickly sat down in his seat.
"David Scott, who is also responsible for this, is also next to you," the clear voice on the other side of the phone continued.
"Yes, ma 'am," Saul replied without hesitation.
"Sort out the information on 'Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire', from the planning to the opinions collected, and a series of ideas derived later. When I return to the office at 3 o 'clock, I want to see it on my desk." As soon as he finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone, as if giving an order.
Saul and David looked at each other and got busy without saying anything. An order from the head of the department could not be easily ignored. However, because of the Ice Queen's accumulated power, they did not notice that the tone of the voice on the other end of the phone was a little strange compared to usual.
After hanging up the phone, Charlize's lips were blocked again. She was lying on Adriaan's wide desk at the moment. The things that were originally placed on it were swept to the floor as before. At the same time, her coat, skirt, and a high heel were also on one of her legs that was still clamped around Adriaan's waist. Her underwear was also hanging on her ankle, swaying up and down with the rhythm of the place that was tightly pressed together.
Since Charlize went to ABC, this desk had been occupied by Ivanka. Although she occasionally came over to discuss some work matters with Adriaan, the frequency was too few, so as long as there was a chance, the two would not stop. Therefore, after hanging up the phone, the two fought for more than ten minutes before they eased up in the intense and high-pitched moaning.
"I've been thinking that it would be a pity if this show can only be produced for one season. Watching men and women interact in different ways on the screen and find ways to please each other, they will unconsciously immerse themselves in it and pursue this show. So I think maybe we can continue the show in another way." After the tender moment, Charlize sat on the desk and said while putting on her clothes.
Then, she glanced at Adriaan and slapped away his hand that was on her thigh. "What are you thinking about, Eide? My words, or my thigh? "
"Of course it's your thigh." Adriaan lowered his head and kissed the inside of her thigh. He continued to fondle it lovingly, and Charlize could only roll his eyes.
"Well, dear Charley, have confidence in yourself. Just like 'Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire', since it's your idea, just do it boldly." Adriaan shrugged.
"I just want to do my best." Charlize sighed.
"As long as you do your best, it doesn't matter if you fail." Adriaan laughed. "Isn't this what Hollywood has always advocated?"
Charlize shrugged and did not speak. At this time, there was a knock on the door. When the former secretary was still in the room, it couldn't be anyone else, so Adriaan directly said, "Please come in."
"This is the information you asked for. Stanford recommended three people, and they are all very good programmers." Ivanka handed the folder to Adriaan, and then calmly greeted Charlize, who was sitting on the desk wearing only a shirt and underwear.
"Thank you, Yini." Adriaan took it with a smile and then patted the table on the right side.
Ivanka rolled her eyes at him, but sat down as she was told. Then, Adriaan put his other hand on her thigh. Moreover, he lifted her skirt and directly touched her thigh. His hands slid together, showing an intoxicated look. "It's great."
So, with two slaps, the former and current secretary picked up a document and slapped it on his head together. Such a tacit understanding was worthy of being a descendant of the previous generation.
"If that's all you want to say, then I'll leave." Ivanka said and pretended to leave.
"All right, all right." Adriaan raised his hands. "It's like this. Charley has an idea in the reality show. She wants to ask me for my opinion, but I'm not going to give her an opinion. So, why don't you tell me your opinion?"
"The one about a man who lied about getting a huge inheritance and then went on TV to look for a wife?" Ivanka, who often handled documents for him, quickly remembered.
"Not exactly. It's another idea I derived from this show." Charlize continued to put on her clothes as she spoke. When she was done, the story was almost over.
"To be frank, Charley, I've never done a show before, so I can't give you valuable advice." Ivanka thought for a while and said so. But immediately, she added, "However, your show is about a man choosing a woman for a date, right? So, why can't you make another show and let the woman choose the man? "
Before Charlize spoke, Adriaan clapped his hands.
"That's great, Yini." He said with a smile, then looked at Charlize. "You see, Charley, there's never a lack of ideas that are worth working on. So, what are you worried about?"
"Okay, I got it." Charlize shrugged. "Then, I should go back. I asked them to prepare the information, and I need to look through it myself."
Charlize's idea was based on 'Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire'. It was a dating show, a dating show for real millionaires. There were quite a lot of single millionaires in the United States. When Adriaan first woke up, he was a millionaire, so there was no shortage of "actors." After the hype of "Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire", the audience would naturally want to know what a millionaire was like. The ratings might not be as good as "Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire", but it was definitely not low. It was just that it was not suitable to broadcast on ABC, which had just "deceived" the audience. So, it was handed over to NBC.
Moreover, this was verified. Adriaan remembered that there was such a dating show called "The Bachelor" in his previous life. The basic setting was almost the same as Charlize's idea. It had to be said that her talent was fully displayed. And now, Ivanka's wisdom was also slowly being revealed. Although it was just one sentence, it pointed out another similar type of program. It was the program that had been introduced to the mainland in his previous life, "Very Do Not Disturb"!
So, Adriaan showed an ambiguous smile. "Let's have dinner together tonight, Charley and Yini."
"Oh?" Charlize raised an eyebrow, then looked at Ivanka. "Are you free tonight, Yini?"
"Of course, I'm very happy to have dinner with you, Charley." Ivanka smiled cooperatively. "Just the two of us, right?"
"Yes." Charlize puffed out her chest and resumed her cool appearance. She walked in front of Ivanka, hugged her waist, and kissed her on the lips. "There won't be any annoying flies around."
Adriaan couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. Ignoring their pretentious gestures, he picked up the document that Ivanka sent in and flipped through it. No matter how surprising their ideas were, he didn't need to care too much about it now. The idea similar to "The Bachelor" could perhaps be established after "Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire", but there was no need to take out "Take Me Out" now. With so many shows, wouldn't it be better to take them out when their value was almost developed? So now, his main focus was on the matter at hand.
"Yini, ask all three of them to come here," Adriaan said to Ivanka after flipping through the document.
In the spacious conference room, three young people who were less than twenty years old and dressed casually sat in their seats with some restraint, flipping through the documents in their hands. Adriaan stood with his back facing them, waiting patiently.
Soon, the three young people finished looking at the documents in their hands and exchanged opinions. Then, the one with glasses said, "Well, we're done. Mr. Kewell, it seems that you want to make a social networking website, but the information doesn't seem to be complete."
"Of course, this is just an idea that came to me by chance." Adriaan turned around and smiled at them. "After all, I'm not a professional website designer, and this is just an experimental approach. So, it's normal for the information to be incomplete. You can use your own ability to complete it. If I think it's good, I can keep it."
Speaking up to this point, he paused for a moment. After the three young people digested it, he continued, "You've already signed a contract before. If the website is good and has business value, you will all become original shareholders. If it's not valuable, you can still get a lot of compensation. So, you can try to improve it."
The three young people immediately began to discuss in a low voice. In the end, it was still the young man with glasses who spoke, "We have a preliminary discussion. From programming to establishment and debugging without affecting our graduation thesis, it will take about one to two months. If we need to beautify the appearance and other actions, it will take about three months to go online and use it."
"No problem." Adriaan agreed very quickly, and then secretly glanced at the young man with glasses. Relatively speaking, he was more active than the other two. Maybe he was a talent.
"So, what are you going to name this website, Mr. Kewell?" The young man with glasses asked again.
"Must die," Adriaan replied casually.
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