King of Hollywood
Chapter 629 - 37: Played and now want to leave without paying?

Chapter 629: Chapter 37: Played and now want to leave without paying?

Actually, Adrian didn’t mind strolling around London with Lin Xilei. He had always wanted to get both Lin Zhiling and Lin Xilei into bed at the same time, a duel of beauties, which would certainly be thrilling. However, Easterners tend to be more reserved, and even if they are well trained, they still subconsciously resist such acts. Although once there’s a first time, there could be a second, but one must have that first time in the first place, right? Chinese people are not like the Japanese who bow and scrape to the powerful. Furthermore, Adrian didn’t want to force them, so he decided to let it go for the time being.

Besides, he still had much to do in London. Spending time with both Alexander and Lin Zhiling had already upset Little Emma. If Lin Xilei were added to the mix, she would probably start to rebel. After all, as long as she was still working at the agency and wanted to make it in Hollywood, she couldn’t escape from Adrian’s grasp—he was increasingly resembling the final boss in a video game.

So, it was better to soothe Little Emma first. She was no longer as aggressive as before, but had switched to playing the pity card, such as looking at him with downturned lips as though trying hard to hold back tears, "Don’t you want me anymore, Ed? If you don’t want me, I’ll run away from home and wander everywhere!"

Upon hearing the first part, Adrian intended to comfort her warmly, but he almost burst out laughing at the second half. Even though she had switched to playing the pity card, she hadn’t forgotten to threaten him in another way.

Given that, spending some time with her became essential. Fortunately, the little tyke didn’t make any outrageous demands. Even a daily walk by the Thames would make her happy, during which they would discuss various topics she could think of.

"Rose, that idiot, said she wants to surpass me on stage, and you gave her the opportunity, but she won’t tell me what it is exactly. So, what is it?" Little Emma asked, tugging at him, while they were talking about Small Emma.

"It’s nothing, just a very interesting role. Remember what I told you, the right role can make an actor leave a deep impression with half the effort," Adrian said. "However, her role is decent, but once ’Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’ is released, your popularity around the world will far surpass hers."

"So, does that mean I can’t sleep with you anymore?" The first thing the little tyke thought of was this, causing Adrian to roll his eyes.

"You can’t do that starting from now!" he said immediately, then stood up, ready to leave. Turning around at the door, he warned, "I’ll lock the door tonight, so don’t even think about sneaking in." _{free we\bnove(l).com}

Little Emma, dressed in pajamas, huffed and turned to pull the blanket over her head. Adrian didn’t bother with her, turned off the bedside lamp, and left the bedroom he had prepared for her. Although Little Emma hadn’t slept with him since that time, she often pretended to want to climb into his bed. Adrian still couldn’t afford to be careless, especially when not at his own villa in London.

Spending time with the little tyke didn’t mean he stopped handling his affairs, like occasionally calming Keeley and attending various social events. Claude left after the fashion show, because—

"I don’t have it as easy as you do; I have loads of things to take care of," he said, acting as if the world would stop spinning without him. Adrian just shrugged in response.

The CEO of AC Media might have left, but the chairman of the board was still there. Although he kept a low profile when visiting the ’Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’ set, who could blame him for appearing at the Victoria’s Secret fashion show? Naturally, numerous invitations followed. From this perspective, touring London with Alexander and Lin Zhiling without being spotted by The Sun’s paparazzi was indeed fortunate.

He let Ivanka decline most of these invitations, only attending some of the more significant receptions or uniquely themed parties, like Karl Lagerfeld’s Vogue party. Even though Adrian wasn’t close with him and fashion parties sometimes became infested with paparazzi, he still went. It was all part of socializing.

It was the right decision. The party was unremarkable, Lagerfeld showed no particular interest in him, and the conversations were superficial, but he still gained something small—after meeting Kelly Brook, he took her to a closet for a passionate encounter.

Kelly Brook was known for her bust, still a minor actress with some fame but not quite enough clout to attend such parties, so she had sneaked in. Thus, when she was tentatively moving through the party and faced questioning, Adrian timely appeared at her side. A few comforting words later, and he had gained her favor.

Initially, he just wanted someone to chat with, but after she introduced herself, he quickly skimmed through his mental archives about her, and needless to say, it went from there. Kelly was youthful, curvy in all the right places, and very provocative, with a proportionate physique—the bust is indeed tempting, but not the bigger, the better. The right proportions were what Adrian sought.

Since it had fallen into his hands, it would be criminal not to have a taste. He believed that neither Scarlett’s nor Keeley’s curves could be too far off from hers, but they were still developing. Of course, a friendly match was all that was needed; in his current state, unless one was trained from a young age like Scarlett or Keeley, there wasn’t much collection value.

Interestingly, Kelly still hadn’t realized who he was after their wardrobe rendezvous, not until she was brought to the hotel did she remember that the man before her was the Miracle Director. But this only excited her more.

"Everyone says the Miracle Director has an exceptional eye, and the women he takes notice of all possess extraordinary charm," Kelly said while sitting in the hotel room, sipping champagne with Adrian.

If she could get involved with the Miracle Director, that would be great; if not, based on his usual performance, she wouldn’t be at a loss. This much Leighton could see, let alone anyone else. The price, however, was an evening filled with three rounds plus that magnificent pair—she had to admit the larger they were, the more uniquely satisfying it felt to be squeezed by them. Kelly might be average in other aspects, but in this particular area, she was certainly much more exhilarating than with Alexander that time.

Afterward, that was it. Adrian suggested or hinted that she might try her luck in Hollywood, where getting her a substantial role in a movie or TV series would suffice; he wouldn’t even need to get involved directly. As for Kelly’s subsequent development, that was her own business. It wasn’t like a few years ago; this was just a friendly match, of course—and if she was smart enough, Adrian didn’t mind giving her another push.

However, that sentence eventually leaked out, probably because Kelly was not tight-lipped and blurted it out unintentionally. Then, after several transformations, it became: "One is not truly charming unless they’ve been in bed with the Miracle Director." This phrase complemented the one about the fastest way to become famous in Hollywood, leading to even more women setting their sights on Adrian.

Well, that was a later issue. Kelly Brook was just a side story, and it hadn’t interfered with his time with Little Emma. Thankfully, after Keira received the script for "She’s All That," she discussed it briefly with her parents and took it on. Now she was already in Los Angeles; otherwise, Adrian would have to look after her too.

In fact, as of now, he had very little left to do in London. The post-production of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone" was being handled by the director Columbus and the producer; he only inquired about the progress occasionally. Victoria’s Secret’s show had also ended, and he had unexpectedly gained Keeley. Most of his time was spent with Little Emma until he could tie up another loose end, which was Nicole’s new movie "Billy Elliot."

"What are you looking at?" Yawning, Nicole entered the living room bathed in bright morning light, wearing a thin nightgown that was deeply cut on the top and bottom, barely concealing the hints of Spring underneath.

"Some entertainment news," Adrian, who sat on the couch, lifted the newspaper in his hand and said, "You don’t look too good. Didn’t sleep well last night?"

"How could I not? I doubt anyone could stay awake after being thoroughly worn out like that," Nicole laughed self-deprecatingly, sat down on the couch, and directly took a sip from Adrian’s coffee cup.

"I’ve been really tired lately," she then began massaging her temples, "having to film, practice singing and dancing, and then put up with your rough handling..."

"Perhaps ’rough handling’ is not the right term. I don’t think I’m rough, am I?" Adrian said with a teasing smile.

Nicole rolled her eyes but didn’t speak. As she got up, she had neatly arranged her hair, now pinned at the back of her head. She looked rather captivating, bathed in the morning light—if only she could stop yawning.

"Move closer and put your legs up on the couch," Adrian suddenly said after watching her for a moment.

"What for?" Although puzzled, Nicole did as instructed, and then Adrian cradled her legs in his lap and began to gently massage her feet.

Nicole didn’t resist his kind gesture and let out a contented moan. Casually, she picked up the newspaper he had dropped.

"No wonder you keep up with entertainment news, Victoria’s Secret has auctioned off diamond lingerie for an astronomical price of 15 million US dollars." After flipping through a few pages, she laughed dismissively, "I wonder which fool would buy it."

Adrian raised an eyebrow, "What’s wrong, don’t you want to try on that set of lingerie?"

"It’s utterly useless, it could only serve as an ornament at home. Besides, I’ve always felt that you prefer me without any clothes," Nicole shrugged.

"That’s really heartbreaking. I’ve always said you taste good in any kind of dress, even in classic ladylike outfits," Adrian sighed exaggeratedly.

"That way you can enjoy stripping me down even more, and of course, making love while dressed can be even more thrilling." Nicole continued her sarcasm. After being teased and played by Adrian, coupled with her own desires, she became more and more open and spoke such words with ease.

Then, she suddenly cried out. A tingling and slightly painful sensation shot up from the soles of her feet.

Without a doubt, the person Nicole mentioned who spent 15 million US dollars on Victoria’s Secret diamond lingerie was indeed Adrian. Even though Alexander claimed she didn’t need the lingerie, everyone knows that sometimes a woman’s words can’t be taken at face value, especially when faced with such a memorabilia-laden item—after the fashion show, various media outlets and Vogue magazines published pictures of Alexander in the pricey lingerie, with her popularity soaring as Adrian had expected. Maybe the lingerie had no practical use, but for Alexander, it held special meaning.

Therefore, Adrian had it bought anonymously and then gifted it to her. It was like selling the Heart of the Ocean to Gwyneth; after all, all the money was made to be spent, right?

"I... I don’t know what to say... I’m just too..." As expected, when Alexander received the lingerie, she was so excited that she couldn’t even speak, her eyes full of surprise and joy.

"There’s no need to say anything, it was always meant to be yours," Adrian said as he stroked her hair, "Keep it safe. It’s a testament to your glory."

So that night she showed off all her skills, entangling herself with him and unleashing all her passion. It was fortunate that Adrian had enough stamina, for anyone else would have been drained dry by her. Still, the next morning, after regaining some energy, Alexander took the initiative to wage another round with him. Stirred by her, Adrian simply couldn’t let her get out of bed for the better half of the day. This alone showed that this investment was completely worthwhile.

Alright, back to the topic. Adrian didn’t hurt Nicole out of dissatisfaction with her remark—well, perhaps just a little, as men can also be petty—even though it was deliberate.

"Endure it a little; it won’t be too painful." He held her legs in his arms, with the second joint of his right index finger protruding, continuously drilling into the center of her foot.

"What are you doing? Wait, damn it! This is really uncomfortable!" Nicole, half-lying on the sofa, struggled to sit up, but her legs were firmly held in place and she couldn’t move. The tingling sensation accompanied by a slight pain scurrying inside her body also sapped her strength, even her voice trembled.

"This foot is done, now for the other one," Adrian said as he grabbed her other foot.

"Ah... oh... oww..." Nicole’s voice got increasingly weird. If one were listening with their ears alone, they might think they were doing something passionate, and Adrian clearly saw Ivanka shaking her head outside the living room. Hearing her own voice, Nicole also felt a bit embarrassed.

Perhaps they should buy a bigger villa, or better yet, a manor with a small lake, a grass field, and a patch of woods; they could even go horseback riding at leisure without feeling awkward when many people live together. Adrian massaged and thought about these things. After changing the pressure and drilling a few more times, he finally let go of Nicole’s legs.

"What on earth are you doing!" Nicole quickly withdrew her foot and glared at him in anger.

"Just getting the body moving, it should feel better now," Adrian said nonchalantly, clapping his hands, "See, you’re not yawning anymore."

Although she indeed felt somewhat relaxed, Nicole was relentless, "That’s because I was focusing my attention, it has nothing to do with your... weird massage!"

"No, my dear, this is a type of massage from China, the Chinese call the center of the foot ’Acupoint Yongquan’. You don’t need to know what it specifically is, but massaging it the way I just did can effectively alleviate some fatigue," Adrian explained with a smile, "You could learn to do it for yourself."

"Chinese? Acupoint Yongquan?" Nicole furrowed her brows slightly, "Is that some kind of witchcraft? I’ve heard that the Chinese..."

"Of course not, Nicole, it’s the 21st century now. China isn’t some untamed wilderness. This is their wisdom, accumulated over thousands of years. It’s effective and has no side effects. You should really give it a try," Adrian said waving his hand, "I know you’ve been working very hard, whether it’s Stephen Dedley, the director of ’Billy Elliot,’ or the dance coaches, none have spared praising your effort. This makes me feel quite heartbroken, but since it’s your choice, all I can do is support you, in ways like this."

He looked at her earnestly, leaving Nicole speechless for a long moment.

Adrian was telling the truth; influenced by his subtle hints and driven by her competitive spirit and desire for greater glory, Nicole had chosen a difficult path. It sounded simple enough—just singing and dancing training alongside filming a movie. But only when she actually started did she realize that it wasn’t as easy as she had imagined. Even though scheduling was fairly reasonable, being constantly on edge meant fatigue accumulated much faster, then it would affect filming or training, especially when scene after scene wouldn’t go right, and impatience would set in.

But Nicole persevered, biting back her discomfort and striving to perform well in both areas. The nearly ten years of struggle had left her with a deep yearning. Adrian hadn’t said much about it; he had anticipated all this when she made her decision. Besides, his ability to keep them tied to him lay in offering them things that no one else could. If Nicole didn’t possess this intense longing, that would have been the real problem.

So last night, he had given her a bit of a hard time, followed by a foot massage this morning for the yawning and still drained Nicole—his concern was always effective.

"Alright, thank you," Nicole finally exhaled and said.

"Don’t mention it. Now let me show you how to massage..." Adrian started teaching her by taking her hand.

Massaging the Acupoint Yongquan wasn’t complicated; in just a few minutes, Nicole had found the right spot. Adrian then prepared to leave, "Okay, I have some things to take care of outside, I’ll be back soon. We’ll discuss the afternoon’s schedule later. You can rest a bit longer."

Nicole nodded and watched him walk towards the living room, then suddenly called out to him, "Wait, did you forget something, Ed?"

"Forget something?" Adrian turned around and thought hard, "What would that be?"

"Thinking of leaving without paying after having your fun?" Nicole stood up and walked decisively up to him, stating her case boldly.

Adrian blinked, looking at Nicole in surprise and with a hint of amusement; after several seconds, he suddenly realized and pulled out his wallet, chuckling and pulling out one dollar, "Oh, right, I’m very sorry..."

However, Nicole cut him off, "That’s far from enough. Last night I offered full service, and the economy is booming right now. Prices should be adjusted up by at least a few percentage points, so it should be at least five dollars." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes at QiDian [qidian.com]. Your support is my greatest motivation.)