The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 695

"Think about it."

In the living room of a luxurious suite at the Hilton Hotel, Harvey Weinstein stared coldly at James Wan. "Are you really going to turn down The Weinstein Company?"

James Wan didn't answer immediately, his gaze fixed on Harvey Weinstein. The man's domineering presence and contemptuous eyes were enough to stir anyone's resentment.

Indeed, compared to Harvey Weinstein, he was just a minor director with no leverage. But the man backing him was no ordinary person.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Weinstein," James Wan said, not wanting to offend such a powerful man. He answered as politely as he could, "I already have a partner. I've made a commitment and initialed an agreement."

Harvey Weinstein was extremely optimistic about this project. The first time he saw the script and the plans, he got the same feeling he'd had when he first watched "Scream."

Remembering the staggering profits the first "Scream" had brought in, how could he give up so easily? Even if it was a risk, a one-and-a-half-million-dollar investment was pocket change for him and well worth the gamble.

"That's just a preliminary agreement," Harvey Weinstein waved a dismissive hand, a broad smirk on his face. "Any losses you incur for breaking it will be covered by The Weinstein Company and Dimension Films, so you have nothing to worry about."

James replied politely once more, "Mr. Weinstein, perhaps we'll have a chance to work together in the future."

Harvey Weinstein, of course, understood the implication. His eyes narrowed as he asked, "You're refusing me?"Even Wes Craven wouldn't dare refuse him.

"Stay here and think it over," Harvey Weinstein said, standing up abruptly. "I'll be back tomorrow. I hope you'll have reconsidered my offer by then."

James Wan froze for a moment, not understanding what Harvey Weinstein meant.

Harvey Weinstein stood and walked toward the suite's door, and James Wan hurried to follow.

Harvey Weinstein threw open the door, then turned back, pointing at James Wan. "Stay here and think!"

James Wan subconsciously slowed his pace.

Harvey Weinstein turned and walked out, then slammed the door behind him, clearly displeased.

"What?" James Wan ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Someone's waiting for me!"

At the thought of Rose Byrne, a fire ignited in his heart, and ignoring Harvey Weinstein's words, he headed for the door. Harvey held immense power in the independent film world and had far-reaching influence, but he had Matthew Horner's backing. More importantly, he had no intention of getting involved in the indie film scene in the future.

An image of Matthew and Anne Hathaway flashed through James Wan's mind. Speaking of Matthew, the man never missed a chance to meet women, even during the Oscar ceremony. A true role model. How could he waste precious time here?

Rose Byrne was still waiting for him downstairs.

Reaching the door, James Wan grabbed the handle and tried to pull it open, but despite his efforts, the door wouldn't budge.

He was slightly stunned. He pulled again, but the door remained immobile. "What the hell?" he muttered.

James Wan lowered his head to look at the lock, suddenly recalling Harvey Weinstein's words before he left. Then it hit him: that damned fat man had actually locked him in the room!

He took a step back, his already grim expression instantly darkening.

James Wan walked back and sat on the sofa. This was tantamount to false imprisonment—technically, Harvey Weinstein had broken the law.

Call the police? Not the best option. He was just a minor director; there was nothing to be gained from offending Harvey Weinstein. On the contrary, the fact that Weinstein dared to do this meant he wasn't afraid of the consequences.

Call the hotel? He looked around and found there was no phone in the suite.

James suddenly remembered the many rumors circulating in the industry that Harvey Weinstein often invited actresses to hotels to discuss roles and work. It was possible he had specifically asked the hotel management to remove the phone.

It was highly likely those actresses had faced similar situations...

For the sake of their future and careers, even if they didn't agree to work with Harvey Weinstein...

So what could he do? Wait until tomorrow?

Would a minor director, or an equally minor star, really dare to openly confront Harvey Weinstein?

There were rumors about this in the industry. Some actresses had been coerced by Harvey Weinstein but didn't dare to speak out. This industry had always had its dark side.

He had to get out of here.

James Wan knew he couldn't fight Harvey Weinstein on his own. A matter like this required someone with more clout to step in.

He took out his cell phone and called Matthew.

The banquet hall was buzzing with a lively party atmosphere. After the dinner service ended, the space had transformed into a social mixer.

Some were there for work, but many more were just looking to have a good time for the night.

But regardless of what anyone else was doing, Matthew was still the object of countless envious gazes.

Under the envious stares of many, he led Anne Hathaway out of the banquet hall.

They had both eaten and had some wine, and the combination of alcohol and raw attraction was starting to work its magic.

As soon as they stepped out of the crowded hall and into a momentarily quiet corridor, he pressed her against the wall. They tangled in a passionate kiss, oblivious to the occasional waiter passing by.

"Your Royal Highness, Princess Anne," Matthew said, lifting his head slightly. "You are enchanting."

"Ah~" Anne Hathaway let out a soft moan.

Matthew took her by the hand and started walking, saying, "Let's go."

Anne Hathaway came to her senses and followed Matthew, asking as they walked, "Aren't we going to your place?"

"My house is more than ten minutes away," Matthew glanced back at her. "You want to wait that long?"

Anne Hathaway quickly shook her head. "I can't wait."

The two of them turned toward the elevators. While they waited, Matthew used the time to call the hotel. Since he was a frequent guest, he easily requested a suite.

Hanging up, he kissed Anne Hathaway again and said, "Don't worry, darling. We have all night, and all day tomorrow."

Just then, the elevator doors opened. Matthew pulled Anne Hathaway inside. There was no one else, just the two of them.

Anne Hathaway glanced around the elevator, then suddenly moved into the blind spot beneath the camera. Her gaze fixed on Matthew. "I heard you were with someone in an elevator on Oscar night?"

Matthew didn't deny it. "A long time ago."

"Ah..." Anne Hathaway's voice trailed off. "It was Scarlett Johansson, wasn't it?"

Her lips pressed into a thin line again, and her voice suddenly dropped to a whisper. "Matthew, I'd like to try that, too."

"My pleasure," Matthew agreed.

He had, of course, seen the camera. Even though they were standing in the dim spot directly beneath it, he had no intention of fooling around the way he had with Scarlett Johansson.

Anne Hathaway looked very slender, but she was, all in all, an American girl. However, she always liked to cloak herself in an air of British elegance, sometimes even deliberately affecting a British accent.

Stepping out of the elevator, Matthew threw Anne Hathaway over his shoulder, took the key card from a surprised waiter waiting by the elevator doors, and headed toward the reserved suite.

But after taking only a few steps, his phone suddenly rang.

Matthew ignored it. At a time like this, he couldn't care less about his phone. The ringing stopped just as he reached the suite's door, only to be replaced by the chime of a text message.

Setting Anne Hathaway down, Matthew swiped the key card and pushed the door open. At the same time, he quickly pulled out his cell phone and tapped on the text message to read it.

The message was from James Wan. It contained only two words: "Save me!"

(There was a news article about Weinstein, about a director who didn't want to sell the rights to his film to The Weinstein Company, and Harvey Weinstein locked that director in a hotel room for over 20 hours.)