Walking out of the tavern, he raised his head to look at the clear sky. It was rare for the sun to shine through the gaps between the clouds. The pillars of light gave off a holy feeling.
Adriaan took a deep breath and felt the freshness of the air after the rain. He pulled his hat to cover his eyes. Although he was sure that no reporters had seen him and believed that no one would recognize a director on the street, it was always better to be cautious.
He walked casually on the street, looking at the various signs and thinking about his own matters. "The Philadelphia Story," "True Lies," "Four Weddings and a Funeral," the movie that he had promised Jean Reno, and the novel by Anne Rice. There were already so many plans, not to mention that "Jurassic Park" was in production, and "Ghost Pony" was about to be released. He had to attend the premiere because the movie was produced and distributed by Disney.
The investment for "Schindler's List" was also about to start. Spielberg would probably invest in this movie as soon as he finished the production of "Jurassic Park." He had been waiting for too long.
In this way, there were about eight movies that were connected to Bosworth Pictures. Although for a medium-sized film company, the number of movies that they invested in or produced in a year was definitely more than that, almost all of these movies had box office earnings of more than 100 million! Fortunately, they would not all be released this year. Otherwise, many people would definitely be shocked.
It seemed a little too rushed and fast? Adriaan shook his head. There would only be more in the next few years! After this year, the speed of his own movies would slow down, but the production, investment, and distribution of such movies would only increase.
Throughout the 1990s, the high-grossing movies produced by Hollywood were far less glamorous than the movies produced in the 21st century in terms of special effects. However, some of the intrinsic qualities were much better than those movies that relied on special effects as a selling point. Therefore, in the eyes of many people, Hollywood in the 1990s was the most outstanding and eye-catching period, because there would be at least one movie every year that could be called a masterpiece from the effects to the content.
There were many reasons for this conclusion. The large-scale use of special effects was one aspect, the rise of high investment, the opening of the Eastern European film market, and other factors were not unrelated. Adriaan did not want to think about these problems. There was only one thing he wanted to do. He or Bosworth Pictures would be behind most of the high-quality movies produced in the 1990s!
He could do this. Who knew better than him which movies would be popular and which ones would have a good reputation? Anyway, he had enough money now. Through investment, production, or distribution, he could completely intervene in these outstanding movies. Yes, he could not guarantee that after "remaking" these movies, he would get the same box office as he remembered. But for gambling, a 70% chance of winning was enough.
It seemed crazy to do this, but once it was done, the benefits would be far more than just money. Some things, when accumulated, could have a shocking impact. Adrian's empire needed this kind of influence in the future, so he had planned it from the beginning.
He stopped, took another deep breath, and then reached out to hail a taxi. Looking out the window at the passing street view, Adriaan no longer thought about movies. It was time to relax.
The taxi soon arrived outside the Claridge Hotel. After paying the fare, Adriaan walked straight through the lobby to the elevator. After entering, he naturally pressed the button for the 14th floor, as if he lived there.
As the elevator rose, he quickly arrived at the 14th floor. He adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror at the end of the corridor, even though the clothes he wore were really ordinary. Adriaan strode to the door of room 1416 and reached out to ring the doorbell.
"Who are you looking for?" A few minutes later, a female voice came from behind the door.
"Room service, madam." A smile appeared at the corner of Adriaan's mouth.
The door of the room opened, and a beautiful woman wearing a thin shoulder dress and a short black silk jacket appeared in front of Adriaan. Her dark brown hair reached her shoulders, and her brown eyes stared at him without blinking. Her sexy thick lips were slightly open, as if she was yearning for something.
"You have all kinds of service?" She leaned against the door, with an indescribable languid seduction.
"All kinds of service!" Adriaan said, raising his eyebrows.
The next second, Monica stepped forward and hugged him. She didn't seem to mind at all as she covered his mouth. Although Adriaan was a little surprised, he also did not hesitate to demand it. At the same time, he held her waist and walked into the room, closing the door on his way.
Bang. This was like a signal, and the two of them immediately became passionate. Adriaan reached out and took off Monica's silk jacket, and Monica also unbuckled the belt around his waist. Even so, the two of them did not separate from each other's mouth. The two of them touched each other's defense while moving their mouths to the center of the room.
Finally, with a plop, the two of them fell to the ground, followed by even heavier breathing. The man and woman did not say anything, and just began the most primitive action on the hotel floor.
After a hearty battle, Adriaan lay on the ground and hugged Monica tenderly.
"You seem very excited today." After Monica woke up from her daze, she grabbed the soft hand that was playing with her, turned her head to look at Adriaan, and said with a hoarse voice.
"Of course, we haven't seen each other for a while," Adriaan said with a smile, and then kissed her delicate collarbone. In fact, there was another reason. Just like the old saying: a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a mistress. Taking the opportunity to discuss the movie with Neville, he went to Claridge Hotel to meet Monica, who specially came to London. This kind of sneaky feeling was really exciting.
"How have you been? The movie promotion is over. Have you had a good rest? "Adriaan continued to ask.
"Not bad. I went shopping, did some beauty, exercise, and fitness activities," Monica replied lazily.
"I don't even need to look to know." Adriaan said with admiration, and the hand that was holding her waist began to knead, and slowly moved down and inwards. "You are charming at any time, Monica!"
If Kate was here, what would the situation be like? Because the scene that he "secretly" associated with made Adriaan even more excited, the thing that did not subside suddenly rose again.
"What are you thinking about? Your little girlfriend? "Feeling his gaze, Monica simply turned around and grabbed hold of him.
"Do you really think so, Monica?" Adriaan looked at her with a faint smile.
"Yes, I think so. A woman's intuition!" There was an indescribable feeling in Monica's tone, and the movement of her hands increased.
"Okay, okay, whatever you say!" Adriaan laughed.
Biting her lip, Monica suddenly turned over and pressed Adriaan down. Then, she spread her legs and straddled him. She looked down at him condescendingly, helped him up, and sat down heavily.
"You are very powerful... Eide..." She panted, and her eyes narrowed slightly. "I remember... I seem to be about five years older than you... but... it doesn't mean... it doesn't mean..."
"It doesn't mean anything?" Adriaan teased and shook his waist mischievously.
"Oh, damn it!" Monica screamed. She leaned forward and grabbed Adriaan's shoulders, and stared at him fiercely. "Do you think I will give in like this? I'm telling you, Ed, I'm going to drain you to the last drop this afternoon. Don't even think about being intimate with your little girlfriend when you go back! "
Her eyelashes moved slightly, and she rubbed her face against the pillow. Monica finally woke up from her sleep. She opened her eyes slightly, turned around, and subconsciously wanted to hug the person next to her. It wasn't until her arms hugged nothing that she realized that she was lying on the bed alone, and her naked body was wrapped in a thin quilt.
After a few seconds, Monica finally reacted. She put down her arms and shrugged with a complicated expression. Then, she lay on the bed and sighed faintly. Only then did she realize that the bedside lamp was on. She looked outside the glass window and saw that it was already dark.
Well, at least he was careful before he left. Monica said self-deprecatingly. She was about to sit up when she was suddenly attracted by a small card on the bedside table.
It was a very simple small card, and it could be seen that it was purely handmade. There was a simple drawing on the cover. Although there were only a few strokes, it perfectly outlined the image of Monica sleeping on the bed.
Monica picked up the card, turned the bedside lamp brighter, and then turned it on.
"Hi, dear Monica, when you see this message, I will already be gone. It's a pity that I can't find better materials to make a card. I'm sorry that I can't be by your side tonight, but I want to tell you that on my way back, I won't stop thinking about your lips. Good night, sweet dreams! "
Although there were only a few words, Monica, who was leaning against the headboard, looked at it several times. Finally, her eyes fell on the simple drawing on the cover. It wasn't the first time that she had seen this kind of simple drawing. Although Adriaan didn't call her during the closed-door shooting, he would write her a letter every week. There wasn't much written in the letter, but at the end of each letter, there would be a small drawing. Although it was simple, it completely captured the charm, and it was easy to tell who the drawing was.
After a long sigh, Monica put on her pajamas and got out of bed. She didn't turn on the light. She walked barefoot to the freezer and took out a bottle of champagne and a glass. Then, she sat on the chair next to the floor-to-ceiling window, poured herself a glass, and slowly tasted it. The light outside shone through the glass and sprinkled on her body, making her shadow long.
