King of Hollywood

Chapter 403: Chapter 125: Summer Blockbuster Acceleration

“Look what they’re all saying,” Adrian, sitting at the dining table, rustled the newspaper in his hand. “Miracle Director keeps mum about new work, appears troubled as if things aren’t going smoothly.” He laughed. “They even included a photo. I was just a bit impatient, but they interpreted it as worry and concern, journalists really live up to their reputation.”

“That’s just what they do; otherwise, we wouldn’t find them so annoying,” the lady said, carrying a plate as she walked out, laying breakfast on the round table.

She wore a silver-white silk nightgown that gleamed with slickness in the bright indoor light. The deep neckline revealed pale skin stretching from her throat to her navel, with ample softness mostly exposed. The waist belt was loosely tied around her slender waist, seemingly ready to slip off at any moment. The hem was quite short, ending at the tops of her thighs, and as soon as she sat down and crossed her legs, a brief glimpse of her undergarment flashed.

“This is actually the better scenario. In the United Kingdom, the tabloids would exaggerate everything tenfold and they would throw all the nasty words at you,” Zetajones said with a light laugh, brushing her hair back and occasionally toying with it. Her lifted feet, sometimes gently raised, carried a hint of laziness and were incredibly enticing.

“Looks like me attending ‘Saving Private Ryan’ was a mistake?” Adrian thought to himself admiringly about the goddess before him and then frowned seriously.

Having been fully financed by himself and personally directed by one of the Three Giants, Spielberg, DreamWorks had spared no expense on the promotion. The premiere was especially grand. Not to mention the excellent sound effects they arranged with the theatre, on the night, more than a dozen media outlets came with flashes popping all over and reporters asking questions. The lively atmosphere was almost on par with the Oscars.

Adrian had been the center of attention lately for taking over Kubrick’s work. Naturally, the reporters wouldn’t miss this chance, seizing every opportunity to ask questions and take photos. The mainstream media were okay, asking about ‘Saving Private Ryan’, such as how he wrote the screenplay and why it was entirely handed over to Spielberg for production. The tabloids, however, were utterly brazen; they didn’t care who you were. Whether or not you responded to the microphone thrust in your face was irrelevant—they always had something to write about, and if you got angry at their rude behavior, so much the better.

Adrian, who had been dealing with these folks for years, of course wouldn’t make such a mistake and always responded appropriately. But sometimes, he couldn’t help feeling a bit irritated and just then, a lucky journalist had captured that expression. Hence the laughable article he now read.

“All right, Adrian,” Zetajones said with a charming smile, “stop worrying about all that—try the breakfast I made. Though it might not compare to the chefs’, I’m quite confident in my skills.”