Chapter 516

After almost a week of uproar after Diana's death, the royal family finally gave in to the public and held a solemn funeral in Westminster Abbey. Of course, since Diana had divorced Charles at this time and only retained the title of Princess of Wales, only some members of the royal family attended the funeral, such as Elizabeth II and her husband, Prince Philip. Of course, Charles also attended with his two little princes. The dignitaries of other countries were basically attended by women, such as Clinton's wife, Hillary, or French President Chirac's wife, Bernadette, and so on.

More famous people from the world of charity, sports, and entertainment were there. Not to mention those from the United Kingdom, Elton John sang the adapted "Candle in the Wind," and Pavarotti also came from Italy. As for the United States, Steven Spielberg, Tom Hanks and his wife, Tom Cruise and his wife also came. Adriaan was the most famous miracle director in recent years and the chairman of an emerging media group. Moreover, he was in the United Kingdom, so even though he had never dealt with Diana, he was still invited.

The funeral was solemn and solemn. Except for Diana's brother's slightly inappropriate choice of words during his speech, which was obviously aimed at the royal family, everything went smoothly. Then, Diana's coffin was escorted by the Royal Guards and the Welsh Guards, and under the gaze of people from all over the United Kingdom, to Kensington Palace, where she lived, where she was buried. Charles, the two little princes, and hundreds of charity workers would follow the coffin all the way.

"It's a pity that an angel has left us," Spielberg said with a sigh in the Louis Hall of the Connaught Hotel.

With so many celebrities coming to London, such a reception was naturally inevitable. When Adriaan visited Spielberg and Hanks, he received an invitation together with them. Even if he wanted to refuse, he could not, not to mention that he did not intend to refuse, so he came with them. Looking around, there were many people attending, and it was not just Americans. At least Pavarotti was talking to someone not far away, and Luc Besson was laughing on the other side.

"Yes, things are always so unpredictable. May God bless her soul," Hanks said with a nod.

"May God bless her soul." Adriaan echoed and then changed the subject. "Well, although the unfortunate death of Princess Diana is indeed a pity, can we talk about something else?"

"Of course, but what are you going to talk about? A British director? "Spielberg asked jokingly.

"Oh, damn, Steven. When did you start reading tabloids?" Adrian rolled his eyes, causing Spielberg and Hanks to burst into laughter.

After The Sun claimed that he was a British director, many people asked him about it. Whether it was Charlie, Gwenis, Blanchett, or even Natalie, who was on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, they all smiled and asked him how it felt to be a British director, not to mention Claude and the others. It would have been fine if it was just a joke, but the problem was that many people actually believed it. Just the day before, when he returned to the hotel, a waiter excitedly told him that it was great to have a director and producer like him in the UK.

Adriaan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If it weren't for the other party's extremely serious look, he would have mocked them a few times. Was it because of the British's vanity that caused this situation? Or was it because of the media's power of communication? Or was it both? He didn't bother to find out. He was just thinking about whether he should say hello to Murdoch.

Of course, this idea was thrown out after thinking twice. These were trivial things. Anyone with a brain would know that a chairman of a company in the United States could not be British in any case. The paparazzi were far from touching his bottom line. It was not worth owing Murdoch a favor for this kind of thing.

"It is indeed the story of Elizabeth I, and it is indeed related to Shakespeare, but that is only one of the stories. The other story is directly about Elizabeth I, and it has nothing to do with Shakespeare at all," Adriaan said when talking about the new film he was currently shooting.

"Wait, you want to say that you are shooting two movies at the same time?" Luc Besson, who had just joined, couldn't help but interrupt.

"Very correct." Adriaan snapped his fingers.

"Oh my God, this …" Besson exclaimed. Spielberg and Hanks also couldn't help but widen their eyes in surprise.

"What's the problem? Anyway, they are both stories from the Elizabeth I period. The most important scenes and costumes can be shared. Why can't I make use of them? "Adriaan smiled and spread out his hands.

"Probably no one would dare to do this except for you. You're really a workaholic." Bei Song opened his mouth and closed it again. In the end, he said this.

"That's not all." Spielberg interrupted, "As far as I know, he has a completed movie in post-production. Including this one, he has shot three movies this year. You're right, Luc. Eide is a workaholic, but at the same time, he is an unprecedented workaholic."

He pushed up his glasses and looked at Adriaan curiously.

"And he is always in a hurry. When we first worked together, he was almost waving his whip behind the actors and shouting 'hurry' loudly." Hanks also joined in and deliberately used an indignant tone as if he was complaining about something.

"It seems that I should go for a check-up to see if I have been turned into a robot by aliens, and then infiltrated into human society to steal all kinds of information." Adriaan shrugged. His helpless look made the three laugh again.

After chatting casually for a while, Adriaan finally got the chance to leave. Unexpectedly, he got a surprise from Hanks and Spielberg.

"There is a very interesting movie script. I don't know if you will be interested, Eide." Hanks said to him.

"Really? Tell me about it. " In the past, Adrian had been told the same thing, but he had basically rejected them. Although he knew that his memory was very good, it was inevitable that he would overlook some good scripts. But after listening to a lot of ideas that didn't require his attention, he would also get tired. But now that it was Hanks who suggested it, and Spielberg also gave him a look, there was no harm in listening.

"You know, the year before last, in addition to 'Argan', I also had a good movie, 'Apollo 13.' The screenwriter, William, and I are friends. When we were chatting, we talked about what it would be like to live alone on a deserted island for a few years. At that time, we discussed a lot of situations, and it was very lively. After that, although I forgot about the discussion, he didn't. Recently, after reading a lot of information, I wrote a script. It's very exciting and novel. I think maybe you can take a look? "Hanks tried to explain as briefly as possible.

"Really?" Adriaan raised his eyebrows. Living alone on a deserted island, and it was related to Hanks and Spielberg. It was obvious what the movie was about.

"How about this, if possible, let me take a look at the script first?" Adriaan said, then looked at Spielberg. "I believe in Steven's taste."

"Hey, I didn't say anything." Spielberg quickly clarified.

"You really didn't say anything. It's written all over your face." Adriaan laughed.

After setting a time with Hanks, he walked straight to the other side of the building. They probably wanted him to be the director of this movie, right? This movie was indeed good both commercially and artistically. It wouldn't be a big problem for him to be the director, but his schedule was almost full, and he might not be able to squeeze out much time. It was better to take a look at the script first. If he really couldn't do it, he could ask someone else to guide him. Besides, DreamWorks would definitely not reject his investment.

When he was about to reach the balcony, these thoughts were immediately put out of Adriaan's mind. Looking at the beautiful back that had just stood in front of the semi-circular railing, he smiled slightly, took a few steps forward, and put his arm around the slender waist.

"You …" The girl was about to struggle, but when she saw who it was, she suddenly softened.

"What's wrong with me, Nicole?" Adriaan asked with a chuckle, slightly raising his chin, looking at her condescendingly.

"No … nothing." Nicole Kidman turned her head away, not wanting to look at him, and at the same time, wanted to push away his hand on her waist. "Please be careful, this is a public place."

"Don't worry, I saw my dear Tommy go out, and I believe he won't be back for at least half an hour," Adriaan said, raising his eyebrows.

"You …" Nicole suddenly raised her head and glared at him, but she was quickly defeated by his gaze. She just repeated, "This is a public place …"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was pulled to the corner of the balcony by Adriaan, sticking to the door and blocking the view. They couldn't be seen from inside. Nicole immediately twisted her body to struggle. After dealing with Adriaan a few times, she was very clear about what this hateful man would do. Sure enough, after just two pushes, the numbness from her chest made her soften.

Although she had attended the princess's funeral during the day, there was no need to dress so solemnly at night. She had put on a small vest over her slim-shoulder dress, so Adrian easily reached under her armpit and squeezed the sensitive telomeres without hesitation.

"It's really nostalgic. After so long, I can finally hold it in my hands again." Adriaan said in a sentimental tone.

"Stop, you … asshole!" Nicole's face was quickly dyed with a thin layer of red. She gritted her teeth and looked at Adriaan, and at the same time, a strange look flashed in her eyes.

"What if I don't stop?" Rubbing the already responsive telomeres, Adriaan asked with a chuckle. His other hand also slid down her waist, over her buttocks, and over her thighs. Then he picked up the skirt and began to slowly slide up from the inside.

"Then I'll call someone over," Nicole, who was already breathing heavily under his flirting, said with difficulty.

"Ha, are you really going to do this?" Adriaan increased the strength of his hand without hesitation.

"Why, why do you always play with me like this?" Nicole moved her buttocks, trying to avoid the attack of the hand under her skirt, and hit his lower body several times.

"You are so charming. As long as I see you, I want to do this." Adriaan chuckled but suddenly stopped. "It looks like the rumors are true."

"What … what are you talking about?" Nicole's body suddenly became stiff.

"What else could it be, the cold war and separation," he said leisurely. "Until now, she hasn't mentioned him even once."

Silence.

"Let me go! You bastard! " Nicole suddenly shouted angrily. Although her voice was still relatively low, and no one inside could hear her, her anger could be heard from her tone. At the same time, Nicole suddenly had the strength to break free from Adriaan's arms. She staggered a few steps, then turned her head, and angrily glared at him with messy hair.

Adriaan raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he didn't say anything or do anything.

"You bastard! It's all because of you! Because of you! "She hugged her chest, gasped, and cursed in a low voice, with grievance and unwillingness.

Adriaan still didn't speak, just quietly looked at her. Nicole took a few deep breaths before she slowly regained control of her emotions. She reached out to tidy up her hair and clothes. After letting out a long breath, she said, "Maybe we should find some time to have a good talk in private."

"No problem, I'm free for the next few days …" Adrian was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

"Not this period of time, I need time to think about it. Let's talk about it when you return to Los Angeles." Nicole's tone was very calm, completely different from the agitated appearance just now.

"No problem, I will call you when the time comes." Adriaan nodded, then watched her quickly leave the balcony.

How interesting. Adriaan rubbed his chin and looked at the scenery in the distance. In the gorgeous lights, the London Tower Bridge was faintly discernible. Although the previous times when he teased Nicole, unexpected situations would occur, it had never been as special as today, and it was basically out of his control. Why?

Closing his eyes, he carefully recalled the situation just now, and then recalled the previous times. A smile appeared on the corner of Adriaan's mouth. Well, he roughly understood. He could be sure that in those words just now, there was indeed some true feelings, but it was also very limited. Otherwise, she wouldn't have adjusted so quickly. This scheming is really amazing, no wonder …

"Very good, I'm looking forward to talking to you, Nicole." Adriaan turned his head and spoke softly to the scenery in the hall, at the same time making a fist with his right hand.

After the end of Diana's funeral, the media continued to commemorate her for a few days, basically squeezing out all the value they could temporarily, and then turned their attention to other areas, the first to bear the brunt of it was Adriaan and his new movie.

As a result, there were a lot more paparazzi near the set and outside the hotel. They seized every opportunity they could to get some news from Adriaan. There was even news that someone wanted to bribe the hotel's waiter to hide in the room and secretly take pictures. Of course, these were all nonsense. If such news came out of the Brown Hotel where Adriaan stayed, it would be tantamount to destroying their own reputation.

The reporters couldn't be blamed for being so enthusiastic. The Diana Concubine's matter had come to an end, and although the popularity of "Titanic" had decreased, it still maintained its status and was still a topic of public interest. In addition, Adriaan had never been short of topics, and he was currently shooting a new movie in London. If they didn't look for him, who else would they look for?

Adrian was still uncooperative. Even though he couldn't hide his whereabouts as perfectly as he had in the past few days due to the increase in the number of paparazzi, he still refused to answer any questions or invitations. All he did was ask the crew's spokesperson to periodically release some meaningless content. And when facing the reporters, he always had a faint smile. Even if the reporters wanted to write that he was angry or something, they couldn't do it.

But this didn't mean that they couldn't do anything. Although the false proposition that the miracle director was a British director had been debated for a few days, and there were still many people who believed it, many people had also lost interest. So the media quickly focused on other aspects. A large media company like [The Times] tried to piece together what kind of story he might shoot based on the current clues. This wasn't the kind of baseless speculation like before. Although the crew's spokesperson was useless, they could more or less figure out something from it, especially a reporter who was proficient in this field.

At the same time, they also linked Adriaan's works, including "Brave Heart" and "Titanic," which was still very popular, which attracted a lot of attention. Although the newspaper sales had declined because of the funeral, it was still within an acceptable range. However, in this respect, the big newspapers were still not as good as the tabloids. After The Sun kept the topic of "British director," it began to move closer to the gossip as usual. After all, there were two miracle girls here, one of whom was the lead actress of "Titanic." Although there were no photos of them being intimate, in fact, no one had taken any so far — or maybe they didn't dare to, who knew — it didn't stop them from making connections. So the decline in sales was even smaller, almost negligible.

Unfortunately, no matter how much they reported, Adrian still completed the filming in an orderly manner. He had experienced this kind of situation too many times. The United Kingdom was just an upgraded version. Besides, the current him was different from the previous him. He just had to deal with the myriad of changes by sticking to the same principles.

But there was still a little change. When he was on the set, he flirted with Gwyneth and Blanchett a lot less. Who knew if the paparazzi would take the risk and sneak in. Even if he couldn't make much of an impact with his current ability, it was still not good. Not to mention the matter in France should be solved.