novelraw Chapter 201
Chapter 201
It's an ordinary Saturday morning.
Sally came down from the room on the second floor yawning, with dark circles under her eyes from surfing the Internet all night, opened the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of orange juice before asking her mother who was knitting a sweater on the sofa in the living room: "Mom, what's the matter?" Is there something to eat?"
"It's just cereal," said her mother, wearing glasses and staring at the TV screen without looking back.
"But I don't want to eat cereal." Sally chose to eat an apple for breakfast, took a bite and walked to the living room with her shoes, "Why watch NBC early in the morning, I want to watch SKY's reality show."
While talking, she threw herself into the sofa, and her whole body huddled together.
Then Sally glanced casually and saw the host of the TV show saying: 'Well, after watching this surveillance video, we can clearly see that she shot him.The only thing I want to know right now is if Josie Holden feels the slightest bit guilty about shooting her fans and sending this promising young man to jail..."
"WHATTTTT—?!"
Sally yelled at first, but before she could fully digest what the host said, she jumped up suddenly, her eyes widening in disbelief.
At the bottom of the live broadcast screen, it was marked in capital letters: the whole story of the kidnapping of Josie Horton.
As soon as the screen turned, a group of reporters swarmed up, and directly turned the camera and recording pen in front of the brunette who was finishing the magazine interview——
"Josie, are you really suing your fans?"
"Don't you think you're being too harsh? He just likes your movies and doesn't really do you any harm."
"Why do you use such radical and violent means to treat your fans?"
"Forgive him, don't you think you should be more lenient to your fans?"
"Why did he come to you? Did you do something inappropriate?"
"It is said that he behaved abnormally because he couldn't stand your chaotic private life. Have you ever reflected on yourself?"
"Have you ever had a nightmare after shooting your own fans?"
"Don't be so indifferent, how about answering our questions, let's say you are guilty!"
The tall black-haired bodyguard and the familiar female assistant barely protected the female star Sally had always admired, but they couldn't completely help her cover so many scenes.
So Sally, who was watching the live TV broadcast, saw very clearly that a reporter rudely knocked off the big sunglasses on Josie's face with a recording pen, exposing her pale and fragile face in the picture.
"Bastard!" Sally couldn't help but whispered.
The face belonging to Josie in the live broadcast screen was like a transparent white paper, but if it was just like this, those hyena-like reporters who boasted of freedom of the press would definitely continue to ask questions for the sake of gimmicks.
So the following live broadcast camera shakes for a while, and Josie under the camera also looks panicked, which makes most people can't help feeling sympathetic.
But those journalists who only seek news and heat are a small minority with a hard heart.
Their questions followed one after another, blocking the surrounding area, and some people clamored for the public's right to know.
Right to know?
Fuck the right to know!
Sally was furious, cursing crazily in her heart, wishing she could fly to the scene now and help Josie escape.
What kind of reporters are these people?Hollywood paparazzi are not as hideous as they are!
"Josie, are you okay?" - finally someone said something.Sally thought.
Josie shook her body, looked up at the reporter who spoke, weakly and reluctantly twitched the corner of her mouth, and showed a pitiful wry smile, without answering.
At this moment, the others began to scramble to ask those tough questions again, and the camera flickered and cut back to the studio.
Sally was so angry that she pinched the apple in her hand in a vented manner, then turned her head and asked, "Mom, what happened?"
Her mother also frowned, "I heard that a fanatic movie fan went to kidnap her with a toy gun, but the kidnapping failed and she was sent to prison, and her ribs were broken as soon as she entered the prison."
At first, when watching the show, the lady had sympathy for the young and promising criminal who graduated from a prestigious school, thinking that it was too much for the female star to shoot him and sue him.
But now it seems that there must be some other reason for this. After all, that girl looks pitiful, not at all the coquettish bitch or arrogant and rude type she thinks.
The most disrespectful ones were the reporters, and she, who is not a star fan at all, felt seriously uncomfortable because of it.
"What? Kidnapping?" Sally turned her head and screamed, "I don't care what the hell is a toy gun or not, that damn bastard should go to hell! My sweetheart is too miserable! Is this host's brain blocked? Full of shit, what the fuck are these reporters asking?"
"Sally, don't swear..."
Compared with the warmth of Sally's mother and daughter, the atmosphere between another pair of mother and daughter can be described as tense.
"I'm going to kill these scumbags!"
Vigorously tearing off the cover of the magazine in her hand, Lindsay Lohan jumped onto the bed in the bedroom, waving her useless fists and screaming.
"Bastard! Bed bugs! Shit!" She kept swearing, "How dare they treat Josie like that! F—"
"Shut up, Lindsay!" Her mother, Tina Lohan, rushed across the corridor with a wine bottle, and slammed on the door of her daughter's bedroom a few times, which calmed down Lindsay, who seemed to be in a manic episode.
Tina unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle, took a drink from the bottle, and wandered back to the living room to continue the party.
Lindsay, who was locked in the bedroom, was annoyed for a while.
The powerless and angry fact is that not only does she not have the key to her room, nor does she have a mobile phone or computer to contact the outside world, even the windows are locked and she cannot climb out.
But she immediately thought of a brilliant idea.
"Tell me to shut up...Hmph! I think you should shut up, it's so noisy!"
Lindsay found a baseball bat from the room, went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and began to tap the water pipe on the side regularly.
thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!
thump, thump, thump, thump!
Just after knocking on two eight beats, there was abuse from the residents of the same building outside the window: "Damn it! Who the hell is staying up in the middle of the night and knocking on the water pipe?"
Lindsay felt better and knocked harder.
The grumpy old man started swearing, but it would take at least 15 minutes to half an hour for the obsessive-compulsive writer to call the police.
Oh, she has worked so hard.
But it doesn't matter, as long as Tina is not locked in the bedroom, she can find a chance to go out, and then go straight to Josie's apartment.
I don't know how my dear Josie has been these past few days. Recently, the whole world has been discussing that case. She really wants to comfort the crying beauty herself...
And best of all give Josie a loving hug!
Thinking of such a situation, Lindsay knocked on the water pipe more and more frequently, causing many residents to complain. As she wished, she quickly called the police and found out that her mother was locked in the room alone, and "had to call for help." poor girl.
"The Oscars shouldn't be honoring a 'poisonous woman'!"
—Los Angeles Times, Kenneth Turan.
After winning the Best Actress Award from the Screen Actors Guild for "Shakespeare in Love", Gwyneth Paltrow is in an extremely good mood recently.
As we all know, the Screen Actors Guild Awards is an extremely critical stop before the Oscars, because their union members have a high degree of overlap with the academy judges, and actors are originally the most numerous part of the academy judges.
Miramax's tens of millions of dollars in public relations fees are really not in vain.
Right now, Gwyneth Paltrow is at a business reception called "Welcome to America". It is very "coincidentally" that there are three student members on the scene.
According to regulations, film companies cannot invite film-related personnel and academy members to the party at the same time.
However, as a film businessman specializing in Oscars, Harvey Weinstein has long evaded this rule with various excuses, reluctantly interpreting this as a news event, rather than an event specially organized by Miramax for "Shakespeare in Love" .
"Relax, "The Perfect Victim" is over." Harvey Weinstein stepped forward and casually put his hand on Gwyneth Paltrow's back, "Josie Horton is hiding abroad Avoid the limelight, this year's best actress is none other than you."
The latter subconsciously felt an indescribable discomfort.But she barely endured it, but couldn't help but pursed the corners of her lips.
Harvey Weinstein curled his lips, let go of his hand as soon as he saw it, and used champagne to block his eyes.
At this moment, Gwyneth Paltrow took a deep breath and asked, "But I still don't understand who is messing with her."
Harvey Weinstein chuckled and asked, "Is this important?"
Is it important?
For Josie Horton and her public relations team, that certainly matters.
But as a vested interest, Gwyneth Paltrow only needs to enjoy the fruits of her own victory, so why bother to get to the bottom of it?
So the woman just pulled a perfect smile and said, "Harvey, I'm just a little concerned and curious."
"Those are unnecessary emotions." Harvey Weinstein did not continue to cooperate with the leisurely performance of Gwyneth Paltrow, and put the champagne in his hand on the bar, "I want to go back to the room to rest, help me How about a massage?"
The expression on Gwyneth Paltrow's face remained motionless, only the tense facial muscles revealed a little bit of real emotion.
"Gwen?" Harvey Weinstein urged.
"No!" Gwyneth Paltrow smacked her thin lips, "I mean, not tonight, Harvey, I promised the godfather..."
Harvey Weinstein raised his eyebrows, appreciating the panic, confusion, struggle, and unconcealable desire of the girl in front of him—the desire for Oscar.
I have to say that this is really exciting enough, at least much more exciting than her performance in the movie.
It was also this expression of humiliation and unwillingness that he couldn't help trampling on the bottom line again and again for the benefit at his fingertips, which completely satisfied a certain deformed pleasure in his heart.
In fact, the matter of "sex" is not very attractive, at least for Harvey Weinstein.
In the United States, especially Los Angeles, the city of angels, as long as you have money, you can sleep with countless young, beautiful and energetic bodies. What's more, his status is already enough to attract many people who have worked hard to be superior.
But that's not what he really wants.
"Sex" is fascinating because it represents power in Hollywood.
The more proud a female star is, the more exciting she is when she is begging for mercy, isn't it?
However, Harvey Weinstein is not prepared to really sever the relationship. Whether it is Gwyneth Paltrow's godfather or the family power she is backed by, he is still worthy of his fear.
——Of course, it would be another matter if she took the initiative to throw herself into her arms.
So Harvey Weinstein smiled faintly: "Relax, it's just a joke. Well, I'm really leaving this time, see you this weekend!"
Gwyneth Paltrow twitched the corner of her mouth as if she was being pardoned.