Chapter 2 Re-Encounter After Seven Years

Rive Gauche Western Restaurant—— As soon as the waitress handed over the menu, Ryan Johnson took it with his small fleshy hands. After turning a few pages, his brows were frowned like small earthworms. "Mummy, why there is still steak, salad and foie gras... But I have been tired of eating them in America!" "...em." Rosemary Johnson glanced at Jack Lewis awkwardly, took the menu away from Ryan and handed it to Jack, "You order, Ryan is being childish, don't worry about him." Jack smiled and said gently: "It's okay, don't be too harsh on him, you know, for me, Ryan is also my child." These words poked Rosemary’s heart, touching, and the waitress who was standing nearby couldn't help blush and secretly glanced at the man. Rosemary also blushed, and did not dare to look into Jack's gaze. She hurriedly handed the menu to the waitress,: "Two French steaks, one children's set meal, and one foie gras, please. Thank you." "Yes, just a moment please." After the waitress left, Jack poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Rosemary and asked her: "What’s your plan for returning this time?" "The head office arranged for me to be the Chief Secretary of Marvelous Company.” Rosemary took a deep breath. Jack frowned, "Marvelous Company? Isn't it a small film and television company that’s going to go out of business?" She agreed: "Yes, they used their last fund to invest in our U.S. headquarters and asked to send a a prestigious team for help. I happened to be selected. Unfortunately or fortunately?" As Rosemary was talking, the waitress brought a hot drink, so she moved aside to make room. At this moment, not far away in the quiet corridor, a few people came over, mixed with the rustling sound of leather shoes rubbing the floor, and the sound of high heels. "Mr. Hockley, do you really not consider our project? For an actress who is both beautiful and talented like Janice Simpson, we are definitely going to spend a lot of money on packaging and promoting, and this movie is also a promising success that we are looking forward to!" A middle-aged man in a suit looking like a manager followed the man before him quickly. "What we need is a valuable big IP and great word of mouth film, not a pornographic one with gimmicks and gaudy appearances." With one hand in his trouser pocket and a lighted cigar between his other finger, Charles Hockley was held arms by Janice Simpson, one of the four famous actresses in today’s entertainment industry. The light beige light and shadow fell on her jade-like face, and went down along her delicate bridge of nose and the color of lips, leaving a thick shadow on her long eyelashes. With a smile on her face, Janice seemed to be holding the most powerful man in the whole world, which was a kind of honor for her. "How can we call it an pornographic film! Mr. Hockley! There are indeed a couple of sex scenes in the script, but isn’t everyone enjoying it nowadays? I don't think there is anything wrong with that." The middle-aged man was still persuading. Charles didn’t seem to hear what he said. He opened his lips slightly and exhaled a thin flocculent smoke, then Janice stopped walking. She tilted her head and said, "Mr. Andrews, don't you understand what Charles means? What kind of relationship is between Charles darling and me? How could he let me make a movie or a TV show with sex scenes? " The word “Charles darling” was extremely intimate, which made the middle-aged man muddled. Was it true that they were in that relationship?