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Chapter 284

Josie simply talked with MJ about guest appearances in movies and concert guests, and immediately told her manager Martha Miller to remind her to contact MJ.

Of course, if there is an invitation for the MV of "YouRockMyWorld", she must also win, whether it is MJ or Marlon. Brando is worthy of her starring.

The mysterious superstar came and went in a hurry, without disturbing anyone except the party hosts Josh and Josie.

Josh didn't ask much about MJ, but told Josie: "My dad has already set off to New Zealand to shoot "The Lord of the Rings". He was very excited before he left, so I must thank you in person for giving him the opportunity to realize his dream."

A generation of rock stars are actually fans of Tolkien's books. It seems to be a matter of course that this kind of thing happened to David Bowie.

Although he failed to play Elrond, the elf lord whom he longed for, Sauron, the most important villain in the whole book, is also very interesting. For this reason, he has rehearsed countless times at home.

"We're friends, Josh—" Josie smiled at him very brightly, with a blush from excitement on her face, "and for the film company, a superstar like David is willing to participate, and It's also a selling point."

So Josh didn't continue to be polite, but the corners of his lips raised a little.

However, in the next second, he watched Josie in front of him turn around and fall into Jim's arms, whispering to the latter, and there was a sweet atmosphere between the two that no one else could penetrate.

Well, even though he already had a new girlfriend, Josh was still a little unhappy when he saw this scene on the scene. This mood was probably the same as those screaming movie fans on the Internet.

Who is not a boyfriend fan...

Josie didn't pay attention to Josh's mental journey, maybe even if she saw it, she didn't care much.

"Thank God or whoever—" She cupped Jim's face and kissed it as soon as she sat down, "I found out I really am the luckiest girl in the world."

This kind of enthusiasm made Jim enjoy it but was also surprised. He couldn't help asking: "What's the matter? Although I also thank God for allowing us to meet, I am a little worried whether you drank too many drinks after you left."

"Don't worry, I didn't drink." Josie didn't say anything about MJ, but leaned her head on Jim's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "What are they talking about with you, my dear?"

"Brittney told me that you crashed your Ferrari when you were filming the first movie." Jim pursed his lips, unable to suppress the corners of his lips, "It is said that it was a birthday present from your father, so Do you like hand-built Italian sports cars?"

Josie laughed and looked at him with those big eyes blinking: "For a while, I was obsessed with the feeling of driving by myself, but now I rarely have the opportunity, so I fell in love with this Italian man in front of me instead .”

Jim's eyes were a little doting, "Oh, thanks to Ferrari-although I would like to ask, the car or me, who would you choose?"

"Baby, don't compare yourself to the car, or I will feel that I have done too badly." Josie shook her beautiful little head, "If this question has to be answered, I will definitely choose you."

"Really?"

"Really. You are very important." Josie said suddenly, "So, let's go now!"

As she spoke, she looked at Jim with tender eyes.

Oh, he doesn't fit in with everything here, like a ballerina girl who strays into a rock hippie party, just pathetic.

But what moved her a little was that he stayed and tried to fit in with her friends.

The pair of lovebirds who fell in love said hello to the host of the party and left early, which inevitably made some people regret that they did not achieve their goals.

For God's sake, it's not even eleven o'clock!

But Josie has always been a hermit who is not keen on partying all night, and Josh and the others have long been used to it.

"Tell me, how long can they last?" Rashida, who is not very optimistic about exotic relationships, brought up this topic.

To be honest, it would be difficult to fall in love in a different place, let alone the United States and Italy.

Besides, what kind of handsome men don't exist in Hollywood? Rashida thinks that Channing is quite sexy, but it's a pity that the experience of coffee and strippers is too detrimental.

It's not that a big star has to be a big star, but to be Josie Horton's man, one must have at least one advantage, right?

Superstars vs strippers, only conjures up images of the Queen and her pups.

"It's not certain, I think they all look like they have met true love." Mark poured himself some wine and filled it with ice cubes, "Jim is not bad, very quiet, not that kind Hollywood is full of libertines or careerists."

"It's just too quiet," Channing added. "It makes me feel like I'm interrupting him when I talk to him."

This is true.

If the appearance is too exquisite, it is inevitable to have a sense of alienation, and the same is true for Josie.

It's just that, compared to Jim who is a little at a loss, Josie is obviously used to the vanity of Vanity Fair. She is good at playing with the rules, and she will behave like a duck to water when necessary.

Josh was silent for a moment, and said, "At least he won't fight with people at his girlfriend's party."

The others laughed happily, and the most exaggerated thing was that Mark collapsed on the sofa, hugging a cushion and humming.

"Jim looks like a literary guy, and I think Joe likes this one—and he is the top match in this one." Samantha, who came back from sending Lindsay off, also expressed her opinion and looked at the corner of the sofa Brittany, who was fiddling with her phone with her head down, couldn't help smiling, "Britney, Brittany?"

"YES?" Brittany looked up, still smiling.

Samantha and Rashida glanced at each other, feeling that something was wrong with this chick, so they sat next to Brittany, one on the left and one on the right, and asked, "Come on, why don't you tell me about this paragraph about Josie?" How about a new relationship?"

"Ah..." Brittany thought for a while, and said honestly: "I think the key is that after "Like Heaven" is finished, Josie is going to New Zealand to shoot "Lord of the Rings" - will Jim accompany her? "

The answer to this question is unknown to everyone present.

But the two ladies were obviously more interested in Brittany's mind-wandering just now.

"Oh, who were you texting just now?" Rashida asked casually.

"With E—" Brittany closed her mouth after one sound, and said, "With a friend."

"Male and female?"

"Actor? Singer?"

"It seems to be a male singer."

"Sweetheart, tell us who he is, we can't just watch girls like you fall into the trap of those bad boys."

"Especially the kind of rapper—"

...

San Francisco Heights.

Frank Horton poured himself a glass of whiskey with ice, and stood by the huge floor-to-ceiling glass of the apartment overlooking the sunrise outside.

It's hard not to feel boundless ambition as the golden dawn breaks through the clouds in the sky and gently awakens the city beneath her feet.

At this time, an enchanting brunette stood on tiptoe and hugged him gently from behind, with a crisp laugh: "Honey, guess what I'm wearing now?"

Frank let out a chuckle, rubbed the girl's head on his shoulder like comforting a pet, but ignored the other's seductive body, turned around and put down the wine glass in his hand.

"It's time for me to work." He said politely but coldly, "Take your personal belongings when you leave. The diamond necklace you fancy will be delivered to your agent, thank you."

His tone was annoyingly polite.

Because while he was talking, he walked around the girl and walked towards the bedroom. After he finished speaking, although the door of the bedroom was not closed, there was a classic prompt sound of Windows system startup.

The brunette was out of breath for a while on the spot, swearing a lot, and finally had to pack her things and leave.

But before she left, she played tricks, pretending to inadvertently stuff one of her stockings behind the sofa cushions...

"This is--?"

John Triest raised his eyebrows and picked up a suspicious black stocking from behind the sofa cushion, and looked at his friend who was coming out after changing clothes.

"Wow." He let out a low cry, exaggerating: "Don't tell me, this is yours."

Frank glanced at the things in his hand lightly, and said frankly, "It's just a naughty little wild cat."

After hearing this explanation, John Triest threw the stocking away.

how to say.

Men, who doesn't have a romantic relationship at this age?

For someone like Frank who misses his dead wife so much and never finds a regular partner, this can already be called a lover.

——It has to be said that men's moral standards for men are always touchingly low.

John Triest subconsciously touched his cigarette case, but remembered that he had left the cigarette case in the hotel room before coming, because Frank had recently officially quit smoking.

But God knows how long he can last, cigarettes and alcohol are life-saving medicines for people like them, more effective than aspirin.

Frank went to the wine cabinet, poured a glass of bourbon for both of them, and took a sip before saying: "San Francisco is entering the final stage, and it's time to go back to Wall Street, otherwise I will be forgotten."

"Old man, who dares to forget you." John Triest clinked glasses with Frank, "But to be honest, there are a lot of talents on Wall Street today, and that Bobby Axelrod is a ruthless character. I heard that Still chasing after our little princess."

Some people always ridicule Josie as the little princess of Wall Street, relying on capital to enjoy the coolness, which completely ignores her own efforts and value, not only underestimates her, but also underestimates the power that women can control.

Obviously, John Triest also fell into some kind of misunderstanding.

On the one hand, he could intuitively see how Josie built her own empire in Hollywood; on the other hand, he still couldn't see this girl as a partner or rival of equal status.

It is inevitable to bring a little joke between the words.

But there is no way, in their circle, including Frank, they have always treated women like this. The authority of the patriarchal society has created the status of women as inferior citizens.

They want women to be beautiful, dignified, elegant and reserved, and most importantly - obedient.