Hollywood Secret Garden

Chapter 162 The Beginning of Summer Vacation in New York

The middle-aged man blinked in disbelief, but before he could speak, Angela had already taken off her hat and sunglasses with a smile.

"My God! Chrissy!" Vincent cried out in surprise, stood up and hugged the girl, "It's been a long time since I saw you, you are so old!"

"Yeah, long time no see, not even when we arrived in Los Angeles." Angela clasped her hands in dissatisfaction.

"It's not my fault, my dear." Vincent said a little embarrassedly, and then changed the subject, "Speaking of which, Chris, you come to New York at least once a year, but I don't see you coming to see me."

"Well, this... let me introduce," the girl immediately changed the subject and pulled Frank past, "This is my uncle, Frank Albert. Dear uncle, this is Vincent Maxime, my father Good friends with the godfather."

"Hello, Mr. Maxim." Frank shook hands with the other party politely.

"You can call me Vincent."

"Okay, Vincent, please call me Frank."

After the two exchanged pleasantries, they sat down on the sofa in the reception room, and immediately started talking about their careers, Vincent's Cultural Publishing Company, which was not doing well recently, and it was hard to get Brian's support the year before last. Overcoming difficulties, but the position of the CEO has not been secure, and this year barely reached the goal, but it is also very dangerous, so he needs to continue to seek Brian's support.

Angela is not interested in these at all, and can't understand anything. The secretary has already gone back to her office after serving the drink, so she stood up and sneaked to the door of the godfather's office, and secretly pushed open a gap to see herself How does the Godfather work.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a deep voice came into my ears: "The goal you promised was 60 dollars a share, Michael, so you should be mentally prepared." It was not in a hurry, but it had an irresistible force.

"No, no, no. Brian, listen to me. The original estimate was just a little optimistic. Last quarter, our earnings per share were 1 dollar and 5 cents, and each share has increased by 8 cents." A voice was a little excited Said.

The girl peeked inside.His godfather was sitting on a large high-backed chair, with one hand on the armrest, propping his face, looking expressionlessly at the middle-aged man opposite him who was explaining.To be honest, Angela had never seen her godfather in this way.

"The original goal was 10 cents." Brian replied coldly.

The bald man on the opposite side sighed: "Bryan, do you really want to argue with me about the pennies?"

"My stock is down, Michael. I don't care about yours, but the pennies cost me millions..."

"Give me another season. Brian, if you still think so then, it's not too late to make a decision."

"I've heard that twice. I don't want to hear it any more. Michael!"

The office fell silent, only the soft panting of the middle-aged man named Michael.

"No...you can't do this, Brian...without me...there would be no Bigger Sports Equipment Company." He said in a low voice.

"That's no reason for you to waste my money." Brian shook his head. "I hope you can take the initiative to resign instead of me forcing you to step down. I have prepared a contract for you, and the conditions are very fair, but if you don't sign it, then the benefits will shrink and the compensation will fall through. Think about it, Michael!"

Just when Angela was still wanting to hear, a hand reached out and pressed against the door. Angela was slightly startled, and looked up. Miss Secretary had come before her at some point, and put her index finger on her lips. Then shook his head.

The girl smiled awkwardly, made an apologetic gesture, and left quickly.On the sofa, Vincent and Frank were still talking, completely oblivious to what the girl had just done.

Angela was also able to sit back in her seat obediently without explaining, but she was always thinking about the completely different appearance of her godfather, and couldn't help but feel a little worried about Vincent. You must know that although they are friends, business is business .

"In fact, if I can publish another best-selling novel, I can solve the current troubles. As long as there is a good story, I will definitely be able to package it well. However, if the authors I like are not poached by other companies Otherwise, just ignore me completely." Vincent said helplessly.

"Well, I don't know much about publishing novels, but why would the author ignore you? Someone should be very happy to publish his article as a novel." Frank asked.

"Who knows," Vincent shrugged, "All of those writers have weird personalities, just like the author of a special issue published by Marvel magazine last month, I immediately asked the editor of the magazine to I contacted the other party, but he never replied to me.”

"Well, that's a pity, maybe another publisher has agreed?" Frank asked.

"It's unlikely. As far as I know, there are at least four or five publishers who want to contact each other, but there is no news."

At this moment, Angela frowned and asked, "Uncle Vincent, what are you talking about the supplement issued by Surprise Magazine?"

"Well, there is a very interesting guy called Blizzard. Obviously this should be a pseudonym. He changed the DND system and created a huge world. Although there are only ten stories, the things behind it can be fully explored. I believe he must have a complete world design, and I have to say that this guy is a genius!..." While Vincent was still talking, Angela had folded her arms and tilted her head, looking excited Sin looked at his uncle.

But Frank didn't respond for a long time, and it wasn't until the girl coughed dryly that he came back to his senses: "What? What's wrong?"

"Those letters!" Angela looked or glared at her uncle, "You never mentioned those letters, the letters from the publisher!"

Frank was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, I remembered, an editor did write, but I didn't know it was about publishing."

"Then why didn't you give me those letters? I didn't receive any letters except for the one that the magazine published at the beginning!" Angela posted it, glaring at Frank.

"Well, wait. Let me think about it, maybe it was put in a drawer. Or it was taken away by Lawrence, but it must still be in my house." Frank explained, and then changed the subject: "I can't blame me for this. , dear, you write the address as my villa, and you use a pseudonym, then there is a possibility of problems!"

"But you are asking me if you can guarantee that there will be no problems. The answer you give is yes! Dear uncle!"

"Well..." Facing the still angry girl, Frank hurriedly said again: "Look, isn't this great, Vincent is now trying to get authorization to publish your novel, if you knew about it before, maybe you would choose Another."

Angela was taken aback for a moment. Speaking of which, this is also possible.At this time, Vincent, who was puzzled by the sound, finally found a chance to interject: "Hey, Frank. What are you talking about?"

"Vincent, you don't want to publish that or something, it's in the surprise magazine supplement..."

"Ten Stories from Azeroth."

"Yes. That's the name." Frank said, pulling the girl in front of him, and said with a smile: "The author is here!"

It took a full minute for Vincent to react: "Chris?!"

Seeing the other party's surprised expression, Angela shrugged: "You don't think I can't write it, do you? Uncle Vincent?"

"Oh, no. I just feel..." Vincent made a few gestures, "I know you're writing a script, but this is a huge world system!"

"Borrowing part of DND's settings, the basic world view has been completed, maybe we can talk about it in detail now." The girl said with a smile.

"Oh...not for the time being!" Vincent, who is a businessman, shouted hastily. "Let's talk about publishing first. How about leaving it to me? Chris? I promise this will be a very good book." Excellent novel."

"So confident? You are not afraid of what happens..."

"Trust my eyes, my dear, as long as your novel is handled properly, it will definitely have the strength to be on the bestseller list!" Vincent said confidently. "Think about it, the first novel of a genius girl. And it still has such a grand worldview."

"Actually, dear Uncle Vincent, this is just the beginning. I still have a lot of ideas about the story of Azeroth. I am personally willing to hand it over to you, but I don't want to publish it under my name. Do you understand?" ?” Angela said, spreading her hands.

"Not in your name?" Vincent was a little disappointed, but he soon came back to his senses. He was interested in the content of the story. "It's okay, as long as you agree."

"Well, then, I will ask my agent to come over as soon as possible. If it works as well as you said, dear Uncle Vincent, I can also introduce you to a book." The girl smiled. Said.

"Another book?" Vincent was stunned for a moment, but then he put it behind him: "Let's talk about it, I just want to say, it's very kind of you to promise me!"

At this time, the door of the office was pushed open, and the man named Michael who had been talking with Brian came out. Vincent also turned a blind eye.

"Poor Michael." Vincent shook his head, not knowing whether to sigh for his own luck or the other party's misfortune.

Then the female secretary came over: "Mr. Vincent, you can go in."

And Vincent looked at Angela and then at the female secretary, and suddenly laughed: "Well, I think today's appointment can be canceled." When Brian raised his head from the desk, he was obviously taken aback.

"What's wrong? Do you think I'm some kind of monster?" Frank sat down in front of him with a smile.

"No, I remember that there should be someone else before this, or he...gone?" Brian asked, then pressed the intercom: "Marcie, please send me two cups of coffee, thank you."

"You're right, Vincent has already left, and he has a new goal." Frank solved the doubts in his heart.

"Oh? In that case... wait, you know Vincent Frank?"

"I didn't know each other at first, but Chris is here. It's impossible not to know each other." Frank said with a smile.

"Chris? You said Chris is here too?" Brian stood up in surprise and was about to go out.

"Hey, don't get excited, Chris came here with me, but she has left now, with Vincent." Frank said hastily.

"Already left? With Vincent? Hey, Frank. What's going on?" Brian was already a little confused.

"To put it simply, after getting off the plane, I came directly to you, and Chris also came, saying that I wanted to see your office, and then I met Vincent when we got here. After chatting with him for a few words, I found out that Chris was the author of a novel he was planning to publish, so at Vincent's request, Chris verbally agreed to hand over her novel to him for manipulation. So Vincent realized that he didn't need to seek your support for the time being, so he was going to leave, while Chris said that he had already been here, so he didn't disturb your conversation with me, and left with Vincent, that's all. "

"It sounds... so complicated." Brian took Marcie's coffee and said with a frown.

"It's actually quite simple—thank you, Marcie." Frank also took the coffee.

"My goddaughter has already arrived at my door, but instead of coming in to see me, she turned around and left. Is there anything more tragic than this kind of thing?" Brian exaggeratedly exclaimed.

"Actually—" Frank said after watching Marcie leave: "I heard Chris muttering something about the godfather at work is terrible before she left. Hasn't she been here before? Your office?"

After hearing this, Brian was stunned for a while, and then sighed: "Actually, I have never brought her here... I am always tough and merciless at work... Forget it .lets change a topic."

He shook his head and put the coffee cup on the table.He walked quickly to the filing cabinet, opened it and looked carefully before taking out a heavy folder.

"Currently there are about 20 people who are suitable. They are all girls from New York and its vicinity. They are selected according to the criteria you provide. Their information is here. You can look at them and make a selection. As someone who has experienced it, you know, I don't understand this." Brian shoved the folder in front of Frank.

"Okay, but are you sure you don't tell Jedi?" Frank opened the folder and started flipping through it.

"I'll talk to him when I'm sure." Brian shrugged, and then said: "I did this for Chrissy, and he doesn't need to agree. If he dares to disagree..."

He smiled and didn't continue, but it was obvious that he was absolutely sure.Frank didn't ask any further questions, but carefully flipped through the documents in his hand. He thought while looking at them, and after about an hour, he selected 1 documents and handed them to Brian.

Brian didn't look at the ones that were selected, but stared at Frank for a while before smiling wryly, "You don't think I'll get their guardianship right, do you?"

Frank spread his hands: "In fact, these five girls have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it's hard for me to say which one is better, after all, Chris is a little older now."

Finally, he knocked on the table and took out one of the five materials: "If you really have to choose, let's take this."

Brian took it over and took a closer look. The girl in the photo looked very handsome, but there was always a gloomy look on her brows: "I was born in Brooklyn in 1982... my father was a lawyer. When he attacked the Japanese yen in 90, Misjudged the situation, ended up losing everything, and finally committed suicide by jumping off the building...My mother is an actress and singer, and ran away with someone a month ago...My brother is gay...Now I don’t know what to do in a Catholic college..."

"If the information is true and reliable, it is suitable regardless of her personality and appearance. To be honest, her lips are exactly like Julie - the only problem is that she is a Catholic, but I will take her to the UK. Of course, the UK also has Catholic areas, but you You know, our family is all Christians, although I personally don't care about it, but..." Frank spread his hands and didn't finish.

"I believe in the authenticity of the materials, as for the Catholics..." He put down the materials and laughed. "That's not a problem, is it?"

"It's really not a problem." After thinking for a few seconds.Frank nodded in agreement.

"Goodbye, Mr. Tuckers." Natalie waved to the theater manager, got on her bicycle and started pedaling home. This was the last rehearsal of the summer vacation.

Since she starred in "Killer Leon", she has only taken two movies, both of which are supporting roles, and she just finished filming "Growth" some time ago.

For Natalie, stage play is her favorite, even if she acted as the heroine for the first time in a movie.Although it is only an ordinary role, although it is only a community theater, she is still happy to perform hard, and maybe she will perform on Broadway in the future.

In fact, this point has nothing to do with Luc Besson. The French always like to show some naked women in movies to express romance, although they had a miscarriage because of their parents' opposition during the filming.But it left a little shadow on Natalie, and she didn't like Luc Besson very much.

It's weird to say, though.It stands to reason that she should also be resistant to Angela, but in fact Natalie didn't think about it at all. As for the reason... Maybe it was because of the painting Angela gave her?Or because Angela came to see her because of the newspaper turmoil?

Natalie didn't know, she only knew that she would blush just thinking about the scene when they woke up hugging each other that morning, and she always felt that the relationship between the two of them was not normal.In short, not like ordinary friends.

Soon, she was back at the door of her house, jumped off her bicycle and crossed the fence, and said hello to the gardener working on the lawn: "Good afternoon, Mr. Gene."

"Good afternoon, Natalie." The middle-aged man responded with a chuckle, and at the same time reminded: "By the way, you have guests at home."

"Is there a guest?" Natalie parked her bicycle, walked to the door a few steps, and opened the door with a key: "Mom and Dad, I'll go back..."

He got stuck in the middle of the conversation. On the sofa facing the door, a beautiful girl was sitting chatting with her mother.

"An... Angie?!" Natalie looked at the girl in surprise.

"Hi, Nat, nice to meet you." Angela waved to her with a smile.

"Are you back? Angie has been waiting for you for half an hour." The mother came over and took the bag in her hand.

"Hello, Angie...Aren't you in Los Angeles?" Natalie hadn't recovered from her surprise.

"I'm here to accompany my grandpa. He's not feeling well recently, so I'll come over to see you." Angela explained.

"Really, may God bless him with health." Natalie said, looked at her mother, and then said, "Why don't we go upstairs."

"Okay." Angela nodded and stood up, then walked upstairs with her.

"Nat, you can point something up later." Mom's voice came from below.

"Understood, Mom." Natalie replied without turning her head.

When they came to Natalie's bedroom and closed the door, neither of them spoke, but stared at each other for a while before speaking in unison.

"I miss you, Angie!"

"I miss you, Nat!"

This coincidence stunned the two girls, and they giggled together. Then Angela took out a square box from her pocket and handed it to her: "Nat, I have a gift for you."

"This is?" Natalie took the box and blinked at him.

"You know me, I never gave you anything, so I want to make up for it." Angela said with a smile, "Open it and have a look."

Natalie opened the box, and exclaimed in a low voice. It was a beautiful crystal bracelet, consisting of 14 crystals of exactly the same size, and each sparkling crystal had micro-engraved patterns.

"This... this is too precious, it's not what I should have." Natalie shook her head, wanting to return the things to Angela.But the other party shook her head, and she said, grabbing her hand, fingertips against fingertips: "Listen, Nat, I bought this at a charity auction, and all the expenses were donated to Charity, so you can take it with confidence."

She smiled: "This is my heart, please don't reject me, okay? You can do whatever you want, wear it, keep it or donate it, except return it to me."

Feeling the warmth in the hands of the other party, seeing her smile like a spring breeze, Natalie suddenly felt that her heart began to warm up, and she finally nodded: "Okay, then I will accept it."

Then, with a chill on her face, Angela gently kissed her cheek.