Chapter 672

Even so, it didn't mean that the reporters from the big newspapers couldn't write anything. This scandal had been on the headlines for the past few days. The tabloid that first broke the news had sold more than ten thousand copies. How could they just let it go? The reporters from the big newspapers couldn't use such exaggerated and suggestive words, but they could be more professional than the tabloids.

For example, there was a very vague hint, which they interpreted as plausible. It seemed that Adrian and Julia might be trying to date, but there was also a possibility that they might not date anymore. Unlike the tabloids, they were completely straightforward and exaggerated as much as they could. Of course, they couldn't rule out the possibility that they didn't understand the hint at all.

The public's enthusiasm for gossip was unimaginable. Whether it was the exaggerated report of the tabloids or the serious analysis of the big newspapers, they were all welcomed by the public. They had a lot of topics to talk about in their spare time.

In short, in the three days from June 4th to June 7th, this scandal frequently appeared in the major entertainment media. It was quite eye-catching. Most of Julia's fans remained neutral, but there were also some who were more extreme. They shouted, "That man can't steal her away!" and expressed their dissatisfaction with Adrian.

Unfortunately, Adriaan couldn't hear these voices, and his fans couldn't be bothered to argue about it, except for those who liked "Pulp Fiction" movies. Of course, another reason was that his fans were far fewer than Julia's fans. After all, the director behind the scenes was far less attractive than the big stars in front of the stage.

Adriaan was very busy now. He wasn't busy with the scandal. This had been handed over to Roger and Payne. He only needed to cooperate with them when the time was right, and that was far less than Julia's. Directors and producers should stay behind the scenes. Besides, he had his own goals to achieve. If he ran to the front to show off and become a public figure, then there was only one word to describe him: idiot!

He was mainly busy with script-related things. Many people from other film companies attended Denis's party. In addition to inviting Denis to play some roles, they also wanted to get one or two scripts from Adriaan.

Today, Adriaan and his team of screenwriters were very famous in the circle. In less than two years, they had produced nearly twenty scripts, and almost all of these scripts were profitable! Even the top screenwriters in Hollywood couldn't do this.

Of course, everyone knew who the core of the screenwriting team was. At least one-third of the scripts were written by Adrian himself, and the other two-thirds were all ideas provided by him, which were supplemented by other screenwriters according to his wishes.

Generally speaking, film companies rarely signed long-term contracts with scriptwriters. Most of them only signed one contract per script, unless certain movies were very profitable and definitely needed more than one sequel. Only then would they sign a contract with the scriptwriter in advance. Although the practice of Bosworth Pictures couldn't be said to be unique, it was very rare.

There were also screenwriters who said in private that this killed the creative enthusiasm and inspiration of screenwriters, and that sooner or later, there would be no story to write. But many screenwriters still flocked to it. Because the contracts given by Adriaan were very lenient, although the remuneration was the same as the average company, the benefits were quite good. Moreover, the screenwriter didn't need to be very famous, as long as he had the ability. This was undoubtedly a good opportunity for those unsuccessful screenwriters, so the Screenwriter's Guild turned a blind eye to it.

The producers didn't care about that. They only wanted profits. Whoever could write a good script, they would wave their checks at them. Now, it was impossible to get Adriaan to direct a film from another film company — okay, maybe it was possible, but the hope was slim — so it was better to get a few more valuable scripts from him.

Adriaan didn't mind selling the scripts to them. He had entered the entertainment industry as a screenwriter, and in the beginning, he had built a good relationship with major companies through his scripts. Although this method was no longer important as the company developed, the script itself was still very important. The reference for every film was the script, and an outstanding and valuable script could attract the director and actors.

But how to distribute the script was the key. Although Adriaan had a lot of script ideas, he didn't have so many that he could squander them. In the past, he could come up with six scripts at once because it was necessary, but now he didn't. Besides, these scripts could make money in his previous life, but it didn't mean they would make money in this life. The difference between the director and the actors might cause some key changes, and the lower the budget of the film, the more so. A low-budget film often depended on the director's personal style. For example, the cheesy comedy that he sold to Warner last year was already a loss.

So, he had to think carefully about which scripts to give to which companies. For example, he had the best relationship with Universal and Paramount. The former was because of Spielberg and Adriaan's confidence in the future, and the latter was because Claude was still watching the fight between Diller and Lei Shidong. Disney and Fox were second, and Warner was average. As for MGM and Columbia, there was no need to consider them at all.

Although these could be handled by Roger and Laffern, Adriaan still had to decide how to do it himself. For example, he had to choose which script ideas he wanted the screenwriters to finish, or which one he wanted to finish first. In addition to these, there was also a script that he had to finish before the summer vacation, which was the one he prepared for Liv.

The movie that Adriaan chose was very compatible with Liv's image. She was an 18th-century girl who wore classical clothes and rode a white horse. She was pure and kind, and also a big flower vase. However, although he had talked to Liv for a long time that day, he still didn't fully understand this girl. Sometimes she was very innocent, and sometimes she was very sly.

"You did well on MTV. Can you talk about your feelings?" Adriaan once asked.

"Oh, it was a good experience. I learned a lot, and the boys that I worked with were also very cute." Liv answered with a smile. The corners of her mouth turned up, and her azure blue eyes looked very clear. This was a standard answer for a TV show.

"What are your plans for the future?" When Adriaan asked this question, she first answered, "I don't know. Maybe I can be an actress, or maybe I can be a model like my mother."

But then she added, "There will always be people who will give me the appropriate advice."

When saying this, Liv still had a charming and pure smile on her face, but something seemed to flash in her eyes. Adriaan couldn't make a judgment. He had to admit that her innocent and beautiful face covered a lot of things, but this outfit was designed by Adriaan for her.

But it didn't matter. Anyway, there was still time. He didn't expect to figure it out so quickly. Liv was just a girl. She didn't have a formed personality like Monica or Julia, who knew what she wanted. She also wasn't like Sarah and Kirsten, who would give everything for what they wanted. She also wasn't like Charlize and Natalie, who often stayed together and understood each other. So … it was better to take it slow. Besides, Adriaan's intuition told him that the indifferent attitude that Liv gave him before was real.

Well, these were all things in the future. In short, there were several scripts that he needed to provide the outline for the screenwriters to complete. The reason why he was in such a hurry was that Adriaan had to return to New York. In addition to completing the shooting of the new movie, there was another important thing waiting for him to do. It was almost time.

…

Although the bright sun had climbed up to the sky, the room was still quite dim because the curtains were drawn. It was a pink bedroom, but it wasn't that obvious. The desk was full of books, messy but orderly. There weren't many pieces of furniture. It was obvious that the owner of the bedroom knew how to decorate, and it should be a girl because there were a few small female clothes on the chair near the bed.

At this time, on the bed, under the thin quilt, a petite figure was constantly squirming, and at the same time, there was a low panting sound. If one listened carefully, they would find that this panting sound was actually full of seductive moans.

Suddenly, the originally wriggling petite figure stopped, but a second later, it suddenly sped up, and the originally intermittent moans also became much louder. After a few seconds, with a purposely suppressed scream, the petite figure suddenly tensed up and began to tremble under the quilt.

After a long time, the trembling finally stopped, and the petite figure also became a lot softer. Then, a head with messy hair and a trace of sweat stretched out from under the quilt, leaning on the pillow with a blank and infatuated smile, slightly panting.

After about a few minutes, the girl finally reacted, and the expression of reminiscence immediately turned into disgust, but more than that, it was uneasiness. She turned over and got up from the bed. After getting down, she looked at her fingers that were covered with liquid, and then looked at the bed to see if there was any more.

Shyness and uneasiness flashed across the girl's face. She clenched her teeth and then walked into the bathroom. She took off her shirt and soaked underwear, and took a shower under the shower head. After deliberately washing her lower body, the girl dried her body and came in front of the mirror.

Looking at the petite, already beginning to develop, full of seductive immaturity, the girl couldn't help but close her eyes and cover her face with her hands, sighing. This was already the third time after that day! Although at this age, it was very normal to have erotic dreams and then masturbate, but how could it be so frequent? What was even more shameful was that the face in the dream … the face that she was entangled with was so clear!

"Damn, Nada, how did you become like this? How did you become like this?! "The girl bent her body on the bathroom counter and murmured with her eyes closed.