I'm in Hollywood

Chapter 240: How should I tell Jenny?

Of course, Eric couldn\'t tell the girl the truth, which she wouldn\'t believe, so he had to analyze according to the facts: "I\'ve heard of Mr. Griffin Dunne, and although he has good connections, he has no power to decide which actor to choose, he can only help you with recommendations and get you more auditions than an agency. But I\'ve just seen the summer 007, and to be honest, Miss Lovey, your acting cannot help you grasp those opportunities. So I say, he can\'t help you."

Carey lowered her head and fell silent, her expression struggling slightly, even as she forgot that Eric was still pinching her leg. After a while, the lady seemed to have figured something out and lifted her head to look at Eric, daringly asking, "So, Mr. Williams, can you help me?"

Eric shook his head without even thinking: "I can\'t either."

Carey Lowell and Viola are the same age, yet Viola has been in many movies and has been nominated for a Golden Globe, so her acting skills are not a problem, she just lacks opportunity. But the current Carey Lowell doesn\'t have much acting ability, and it\'s hard for her to take on roles other than the Bond girl type. If the girl was ten years younger, Eric could take the time to personally teach her, but for now, forget it.

"Then you still..." The girl seemed to suddenly remember her current situation and struggled again to free her leg from Eric\'s grip, "Mr. Williams, please, can you let me go?"

After Carey Lowell finished speaking, she noticed the man across from her relax his legs, quickly pulling them back in. Suddenly granted freedom, the woman who had been so eager to escape the room became hesitant.

Eric gave a mischievous smile and pushed the glass of milk towards the girl, saying, "Finish this. It helps you sleep."

Carey Lowell nodded unconsciously. She obediently picked up her cup, like she was spellbound.

Under Eric\'s piercing gaze, the girl hastily finished her milk, put down the glass, and said, "Then I\'ll be going back to my room."

"Hmm," Eric gave no resistance, nodding to the girl as he sat on the chair.

Carey Lowell stood up, took a few steps to the door, but her hand on the doorknob hesitated for a few seconds before opening the door.

Eric didn\'t know when he had already stood behind the woman. He coaxed, "Why don\'t you stay for a cup of milk, I have plenty here."

"I—um, no—no need," the girl said, feeling the warmth of Eric\'s words on her neck and a pair of large hands around her waist.Her words stuttered.

Eric disregarded the girl\'s rejection and leaned in to kiss her long-awaited red lips. The girl gently pushed him away twice. He immersed himself in this kiss and felt the girl\'s thick, milky scent between her lips. Eric decisively extended his tongue to pry open the girl\'s teeth and invade her.

After an exhilarating kiss, Eric picked up Carey and walked over to the round table, throwing away the empty glasses and placing the lady on top of it.

Carey Lowell glanced around the round table, her body slightly tensing with resistance. "This isn\'t going to work," she said without responding. She felt her coat buttons being undone, and then the awful man leaned into her ear and whispered, "I\'ll get you some milk later."

----

The morning sun slanted through the wooden window into a corner of the room, and Eric opened his eyes to look at his watch. He then stretched out a big, lazy waist. Soon, he realized that it was not his own room. He glanced at the small single bed on the other side, although there was a pillow, there was no figure of Carey Lowell. Eric thought that the girl had already gotten up and didn\'t care; he put on clothes and went to his own room.

When washing up, Elizabeth came in again, but the woman had a gloomy expression and didn\'t greet Eric or sit down like usual.

Once Eric had left the room, Elizabeth threw the memo on the small round table and said, "Here, take a look at it yourself."

Eric was stunned for a moment, then realized something and didn\'t pay attention to it, and asked, "Uh, where\'s my breakfast?"

"I saw a few stray cats on the street that looked pitiful, so I gave them some money. With a haughty toss of her chin, the girl stomped off in her little boots."

Eric smiled and shook his head, picked up today\'s schedule, and took a look, deciding to go out and buy some breakfast for himself.

The door opened quickly again, and Nicole, tall and slender, walked in and sat down next to Eric, placing a convenience bag in front of him and saying, "Hey, I think you might need this today."

Eric has sniffed the faint smell of food, and he smiled to the girl and said, "Nicole is still the best to me."

Nicole lifted her leg and put her hands on her knees with enthusiasm as she looked at Eric: "So, what should I tell Jane?"

Eric, having looked over the schedule and the memo, took out the food from the convenience bag and began to eat, "What did you say?"

Nicole raised her eyebrows: "What do you think?"

Eric quickly made a "suddenly enlightened" look: "Wow, I didn\'t expect you to have the habit of eavesdropping around the corner. What did you hear last night?"

The girl blushed and said, "Nothing; I just heard something about drinking milk. Oh, and at midnight there was a big rat running around the hallway."

"It\'s nothing, just be honest with Jenny. A lot of people have the habit of drinking milk before they go to sleep." Eric said nonchalantly.

Nicole was just joking with Eric; she wouldn\'t dare use it to pin him down. Hearing Eric say that, she could only laugh along.

"Oh right, did you see Miss Carey Lowell?" Eric asked as he ate breakfast, suddenly looking up.

Nicole laughed as if she remembered something funny: "Yeah, I guess she didn\'t want to stay and be teased, so she left early in the morning. Seriously, what did you promise this time, and why did you play so crazy last night?"

Eric shrugged, "Nothing at all, it\'s your call. Plain old ones."

Nicole smiled in surprise and said, "In that case, I guess that poor woman must have been bamboozled by you."

Eric glared at the girl. Chewing his food, he mumbled, "This is slander. Be careful, or I\'ll sue you for libel."

----

John\'s girlfriend\'s house.

Jessica silently sat on a small stool, with a pile of alarm clocks behind her.

The little girl\'s mother walked up to her in two or three steps: "Jessica, you must tell us where he is; Mr. Jonah\'s father is going crazy."

The little girl rolled her eyes and ignored it.

Next, the girl\'s father took three steps forward, with an air of authority as a father. He sternly asked, "Jessica, I\'m your father. Tell us where he is."

Jessica hesitated for a moment, feeling that it was time, and with her usual way of speaking, uttered two letters: "NY."

"What is that?" Sam asked hastily.

"No way, which means impossible!" said Jessie\'s dad.

"New York, he went to New York," the little girl continued.

"What!"

"How did he get there?"

Three adults all showed a look of surprise.

"United Flight 597," Jessica continued, announcing the flight number.

Sam hurriedly asked, "When are we leaving?"

"Seven thirty," said Mr. Jackson without hesitation. The three of them looked at the pair of alarm clocks behind the girl, and the chime for seven thirty sounded.

"Good. Alice, your performance was amazing!" Eric shouted happily, looking at the girl standing up from the small bench and saying this.

All the people around were excitedly clapping their hands, not because the little girl had performed exceptionally well, but because this was the last shot for the crew in Seattle, on the morning of the 24th of September, the eighth day of shooting, which was supposed to be ten days in Seattle. Thanks to Irv\'s special guidance, Victor Morris, who plays Jonah, made a lot of progress in his performance quickly, thus saving two and a half days of shooting. Perhaps two and a half days will not seem like a lot. However, for a crew that spends hundreds of thousands of dollars every day, two and a half days saved can amount to millions in budget.

Looking at his watch, it was not yet 10 o\'clock, so Eric raised the megaphone in his hand and said to those around him, "Let\'s take the day off and explore Seattle, but don\'t miss the plane tomorrow morning. If anyone misses the plane tomorrow morning, they can just fly to New York by themselves."

"Haha..." Amid laughter, many people were packing up and preparing to leave, apart from the necessary personnel who had to stay to tidy up the scene.

By the side of the road, Eric gave a detailed description to the workers responsible for escorting the photographed negatives back to Los Angeles for initial processing and editing, and watched as several people got into the business car and left, before finally returning to the inn with peace of mind.

Eric came back to the room, took off the director\'s vest, and changed into a black windbreaker. He thought about the weather outside, got an umbrella, and went out again.

"Hey, where are you going?" Elizabeth saw Eric with a look of wanting to go out and curiously called out to him. The girl was very forgetful, and after a few days, she no longer remembered the matter between Eric and Carey. Lowe and her relationship with Eric had returned to the way it was before, at least on the surface.

Eric did not answer but instead asked, "Is there something you need?"

Elizabeth stepped forward two steps: "It\'s okay, so I asked where you were going; can I go with you?"

"If you like," Eric nodded.

"Wait for me then; I\'m going to change my clothes." Elizabeth answered without thinking and then turned back to the room.