Made in Hollywood

Hearing Duke's refusal without hesitation, Mel Gibson's hands that fell on both sides of his body instantly clenched into fists, and he used his best effort to control himself with the strength of feeding.

Staring at Mel Gibson, Duke had already seen it, and the other party just apologized for apology.

"I will not accept your apology now."

Seeing everyone around him looking at this side with surprise or knowingly, Duke deliberately said, "You are not hurting me alone, but a huge group. You insulted my ethnicity. Mr. Gibson, you It is not me who should need to apologize."

Pulling a tiger skin as a banner, Duke used to be very good at this hand, and now it is used without obscure.

The blood and ethnicity were given by my mother. Although I can't talk about much recognition in my heart, but if you don't take advantage of your natural advantages, you are a standard idiot.

"Duke..."

Mel Gibson still wanted to speak, but was interrupted directly by Duke, "I said, Mr. Gibson, it's not me that you need to apologize."

He stood up and reached out to Zeta Jones, "Kate, let's go."

"Okay."

Catherine Zeta Jones put her hand in Duke’s arms and carried him to the banquet. 4, walking to the entrance of the hall, she also took a look at Mel Gibson who was standing there in a daze, amber. There is contempt in his eyes.

A shameful loser!

With a cold hum from the bottom of my heart, Zeta Jones turned his head, and immediately changed to the most charming color in his beautiful eyes, which were bright and twinkling like a chandelier on the ceiling.

In the banquet hall, the rest of the crew of "Saving Private Ryan" is also gradually dispersing. Ben Watts, Zach Schneider and others are taking their newly soaked female companions, ready to go upstairs to open a room with their girlfriends. Or someone whose wife comes. He was about to go home, and no one went to see Mel Gibson again.

On the "Brave Heart" crew, not many people attended the party, but there were a few.

"Lost our faces!"

The guy who got the best costume design said to the associate director of the crew, "I will never work with him again."

The assistant director hummed. Said, "The fool will cooperate with Mel Gibson again!"

After receiving the notification from her assistant, Tina Brown hurriedly walked out of a lounge without having to look for it at all. As long as she looked at everyone's contemptuous eyes, she could see Mel Gibson who was tall but slightly disgusting. Decadent figure.

"He messed up our party?"

Seeing the most important guest tonight, the crew of "Saving Private Ryan" disappeared, Tina Brown couldn't help frowning and walked over.

"Mr. Gibson." Standing in front of Mel Gibson, Tina Brown whispered, "I hope you will not show up in Vanity Fair parties in the future."

After speaking, she turned around and walked away coldly, as if Mel Gibson had never existed behind her.

"Where are you going, Kate?"

Walking out of the banquet hall, Duke asked tentatively, "Should I ask the driver to take you back?"

Zeta Jones hesitated. His eyes flashed, and he smiled sweetly at Duke. "You have decided."

"You are very understanding."

Raising his free hand, Duke squeezed Zeta Jones' chin, "Honey, I kind of like you."

"Actually..." Zeta Jones pressed half of his body on Duke's arm, "I'm already in love with you."

With a hearty smile, Duke dialed a phone number. He was about to arrive at a presidential suite soon. He didn't mean to take Zeta Jones home, but took the elevator to the upper floor of the hotel.

Ten minutes later, the spacious bedroom of the suite had become a battlefield for fierce battles, which surprised Duke. Zeta Jones was not only proactive, changing tricks to please him, his seemingly plump body, but also some difficult dance-like movements, which simultaneously stimulated both the sensory and psychological aspects, giving him only use The enjoyment described as invigorating.

This is an almost perfect bed companion.

After everything calmed down, Duke gave Catherine Zeta Jones such an evaluation.

The two sat next to each other on a bench, wrapped in the same thick blanket, feeling the cool breeze blowing on the balcony, condescending to watch the night view of Los Angeles.

"Kate, I find that I like you more."

Duke's hands have been moving around Zeta Jones' plump and soft place, "Why haven't I found you so attractive before?"

"Because you only have work in your eyes."

Holding a large bottle of wine, Zeta Jones didn’t use the glass, and took a sip directly into the bottle, then handed the bottle to Duke’s mouth. Duke also took a sip, the slightly spicy liquor irritated his throat. , Could not help but cough a few times gently.

As soon as he stopped coughing, Zeta Jones kissed him, and a sip of warm wine fell into his mouth.

"Will it feel better this way."

She wiped the wine dripping down the corner of her mouth, blinked here, put down the wine bottle, and loosened the blanket wrapped. The whole person was attached to Duke's body, and she slowly moved her body. Release your enthusiasm.

Gently kissed on the forehead in front of him, Duke hugged Zeta Jones hard, experiencing the **** and enchanting body in his arms.

"It's better... Let's change a place." Zeta Jones has been observing Duke's expression. Seeing him, he was confused and asked tentatively, "Shall we go to your house, okay?"

A very thoughtful woman, isn't she? Duke shook his head slightly and reminded him, "Did you forget, Kate, we have to cooperate with Penny's publicity plan."

Zeta Jones buried her entire face in Duke's chest, her face changed a little, and quickly returned to normal, she knew she was a little too impatient.

"It's just a suggestion." She said while biting her strong muscles with her teeth, "I want to try the feeling of being at the beach."

Without waiting for Duke to say anything, Zeta Jones' head fell further and further, and the whole person quickly disappeared in the thick blanket.

The Oscars are over, and the feast belonging to the media is far from over. From the next morning, a large sound of grievances for Duke appeared on the entertainment pages of many media, and many media even pointed out that the college discriminated against young directors. , Stole the golden man who should have belonged to Duke's best director.

The college did not respond, and Duke was too lazy to pay attention. This is a routine project that the media will come to once a year, and few people in the industry will care.

Not to mention other things, there are even media that think "Saving Private Ryan" shouldn't be the best film, which is called wronged by Tim Robbins' "Death Row".

It can also be seen from this aspect that the media has no ethics at all. As long as they can attract attention, they won't care about which person or film is unfair.

Just say that last year, most of the media were sympathetic to "Shawshank's Redemption", but if a private survey is conducted, several of those media industry workers think that "Shawshank's Redemption" should beat "Forrest Gump" to get the best film?

The so-called Oscar controversy in the media is only a controversy, and it is difficult to affect the college in substance.

For example, the media has been urging the college to reform and choose films with a wider audience, but what about the actual effect? The reform of the college is just a bad check. In the past two decades, it will be discovered that the average age of the members of the college, the Oscar judges, has not been younger, but has increased. The selected films are more niche, conservative and politicized, even if the Oscar ratings The rate has shrunk sharply, the influence is not as good as before, and they have no substantial reform measures.

After all, the college is ultimately the absolute advantage of conservatives.

This is also normal. Anyone who gets older will tend to be conservative.

Leaving the Hilton Hotel and sending Catherine Zeta Jones back to her temporary residence in North Hollywood, Duke returned to her home in Malibu. When he walked into the villa, he found an extra glass cabinet in the living room. The one he got The best original screenplay, the Little Golden Man, has been placed in the most conspicuous position of the cabinet, and there are other trophies below.

Although I haven't attended the awards ceremony very much, in the past few years, Duke has won a lot of messy awards, such as the Saturn Award and the MTV Film Award.

"I put the trophy on."

Mrs. Leah walked in from the lounge, pointed to the glass cabinet and said, "How do you feel?"

"Mom, your vision has always been the best." Duke walked to the cabinet, looked around, and joked, "Maybe my trophy can fill this cabinet in the future."

"It is good to have confidence."

Taking the coffee pot from the butler, Mrs. Leah sat on the sofa, "Is it the little golden man, dear?"

"I think the Saturn award may be even greater, mother."

Walking over and sitting across from his mother, Duke took a sip of the poured coffee, "In my plan, realistic subjects are only a few."

Mrs. Leah changed the subject, "I'm going back to New York in the afternoon. Duke, you will be celebrating your 26th birthday right away. My lawyer will come over next month to handle the Victoria's Secret share trust transfer with you. If You are not in Los Angeles, remember to notify the lawyer in advance."

Duke thought about his schedule, "I shouldn't leave. "Chicago" will be officially launched early next month."

"Duke, you will be twenty-six years old soon."

I patted Duke on the shoulder in the past, and Mrs. Leah walked towards the stairs, "You are now successful in your career and mature and rational. I am very pleased and proud of you. Go ahead and don't lose your way."

Once again he was twenty-six years old. Duke sighed slightly, feeling a little more in his heart. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the wide sea. His dream was like the Pacific Ocean in front of him. Work harder, the wings of dreams can fly on the sea.

I have my own goals, I will look for the direction, no matter how great the temptation and setbacks, I will move forward firmly!

(End of Volume One) (To be continued to be continued.)