When she first entered the bar, Duke noticed the woman sitting alone across from the other side. She had clear and melancholy brown-green eyes, curly dark brown hair was scattered on the shoulders of a V-shaped gray shirt, her extremely handsome face and slender and sexy figure were extremely eye-catching even when she sat. ↑

Although she only had light makeup on her face, which was somewhat different from her image on the screen. Her fame in North America was not even as good as a second-rate actress in Hollywood, Duke still recognized her at a glance. After all, the hotel where the crew of "Brave Heart" was also near the bar.

"Is it her?" Zach Schneider suddenly asked.

"Are you interested?" Duke raised an eyebrow at his assistant director. "I always thought you like men."

Zach Schneider almost squirted out a sip of wine, and opened his eyes wide and said, "Duke, you are slander!"

He turned his head and glanced over there again, twisting his head back with difficulty, "Why is this a movie without important female characters?"

In fact, Duke knew that members of his team were not easy to save money. Even though their power and without touching his bottom line, he also sought opportunities for some women to show their faces in movies. But this is the whole environment. Things that want others to work hard for you without giving benefits. Not to mention Hollywood, a real place, there are not many business circles around the world. As long as they are maintained in a moderate range, he will not interfere.

"You're interested in that woman?"

Sofia Coppola, who came back from the bathroom, sat next to Duke. Zach Schneider picked up the wine glass and took a sip and said, "I think few men will not be interested in Sofie Marceau!"

"You can try it," Sophia encouraged him, "I've been in France for a while. I heard that she is like most French women, always romantic and bold."

"Zach, you're late, someone is over." Sofia signaled Duke and the other two with her eyes, "It's still an acquaintance."

Although the man in the past was grey hair and bright forehead, his strong body and well-trimmed beard looked extremely attractive. He was definitely the most handsome old man in his sixties and seventies.

Seeing Shawn Connery, Duke's eyes flashed and returned to normal. Although there was no evidence to show anything, the film critics' reaction to "Independence Day" was so fierce that it had nothing to do with him.

"Zach, can't you get over?" Duke asked.

"My charm is compared to Sean Connery..." Zach Schneider shrugged. "It's better to change you, Duke, don't let our enemies steal the beauty."

"You two are boring enough." Sofia sarcastically without hesitation.

“Don’t you think this is a good way to relax?”

After throwing a sentence, Duke stood up and walked diagonally to the opposite side without hesitation. What he didn't expect was that after Sean Connery sat down there, Sophie Marceau's expression was a little excited. He seemed to be discomfortable.

"Sorry, Mr. Connery. I want to be alone for a while."

As he approached, Duke heard the conversation between the two.

"Sophie, I just want to exchange my views on the character with you."

"It's off-get off work time now, and it seems that our characters don't intersect..."

"Don't do this, Sophie, haven't you always wanted to enter Hollywood? I can help you!"

Sophie Marceau saw Duke walking over at this time. There was a question on his face, and Sean Connery, who was facing Duke, was still talking nonstop...

Duke smiled friendly to Sophie Marceau, walked around and pulled a chair away, and sat directly next to her.

"Dear, you are so charming. I just went to the bathroom..."

His eyes were all on Sophie Marceau, and he didn't look at Sean Connery who was stunned suddenly, "Do you need me to drive him away?"

Sophie Marceau looked at Duke with a kind face, then looked at Shaun Connery, who was full of anger on his face, and said nothing, but laughed.

"Duke Rosenberg!" Sean Connery's words were completely squeezed out of the gaps in her teeth.

"Hi, Sean, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Probably, I often communicated with Tom Hanks in recent days. Duke felt that his acting skills seemed to have improved a lot, and said with a calm expression, "I didn't expect you to get out of the whirlpool of public opinion so quickly. It's so happy."

There was no irony in his words, but Sean Connery's face became even more ugly. "Everyone will have bad luck. Most people in Hollywood like to see those arrogant guys who are unlucky."

"It's true." Duke looked agreeable. "The way Fox TV drove the TV broadcast car to your doorstep was too much!"

Sean Connery's hand on the table slowly clenched, and blue veins emerged on the back of his dry hands...

Turning his head, Duke looked at Sean Connery, his eyes gradually turned cold. The other party created some elderly heroes on the screen. He shouldn't be so confused that he thought the same was true in reality, right?

Although he was impulsive, Sean Connery was not confused. He looked at Sophie Marceau on the opposite side in a cold manner, stood up and turned around and walked away.

"Will it cause you trouble on the crew?"

Judging from the tone and expression alone, Duke really cared about the French beauties around him, "He still has some influence."

"It's okay." Sophie Marceau shook his head, obviously not caring much about Sean Connery.

Sean Connery is now, after all, not Sean Connery a few years ago. Her status in the crew may not be as good as the heroine.

"Re-recognize it." Duke stretched out his hand, "Duke Rosenberg, you can call me Duke."

The other party gently snatched his hand, "Sophie Marceau."

Seeing the two people drinking and chatting diagonally across from each other, Zach Schneider sighed, picked up the wine glass to drink all the wine inside, and shook his head helplessly.

"They get familiar with it so quickly."

"Isn't he like this?" Sophia withdrew her gaze and slowly sipped the cocktail. "He is very good at taking advantage of his own strengths."

"It's true." Zach Schneider agreed, "a successful director has the capital to attract any actress."

Sofia added, "Especially a successful director like him who has a good face."

"It seems that I have to work hard too." Zach Schneider seemed to be very touched.

"Let's go back to the hotel." Sofia Coppola took the bag and stood up. "There should be no need to wait for Duke."

On the other hand, Duke and Sophie Marceau seemed to have a great time chatting, but in fact, they couldn't find any common topics except for movies. Even when it comes to movies, the two's ideas are very different.

The deepest impression of Sophie Marceau and Duke is that they are a typical French woman who is bold and bold, dares to take off and reveal her.

Of course, if you don’t take it off and show it, you’re not European movies or European movie stars anymore.

"Although the agent advised me to take on the role of this French princess." Sophie Marceau drank nearly one-third of the whiskey in the cup, "but at the beginning I didn't want to go ahead."

"Because it's a vase character?" Duke asked tentatively.

"This is on one hand, but on the other hand, it's because of my family!"

Duke was a little surprised when he heard her words, blinked, "Family?"

"Don't you know?" Sophie Marceau narrowed his eyes and showed an inexplicable smile. "I have a husband, I'm already married."

"This is the first time I heard you are married."

Although I have seen this bold personality and rich love history on the Internet, Duke really doesn't know that she got married so early, "Your husband must be a man that all Europe envies and jealous."

Sophie Marceau looked here and seemed not to understand what he meant.

Duke smiled and explained, "Isn't it enviable to marry Sophie Marceau's man?"

Although this kind of compliment has little technical content, Sophie Marceau still laughed, but there was a hint of sadness in his smile, "Some people don't think so."

She picked up the wine glass and drank the remaining whiskey in one sip. With a surge of alcohol, she said, "Marriage is not as happy as it seems."

"I absolutely agree with this!"

He waved his hand and asked the waiter to bring two glasses of wine. Duke handed it to Sophie Marceau and touched her, "So I have never thought about entering the cage of marriage until now."

He used to be a bachelor, without any worries. In the first few years he came to North America, he saw his mother's failed marriage, and he entered the circle with the highest divorce rate in the world. It was indeed difficult to have any idea of ​​getting married.

Marriage is not as simple as registration, but also means responsibility. Before getting married, he can pursue beautiful women. No one can say anything. Once he gets married, it is completely different.

Of course, looking at the entertainment industry in Europe and the United States, it can be said that it is normal to continue to do things after getting married.

"Don't talk about these troubles, drink!"

Holding up the wine glass, Duke took a small sip of whiskey. Sophie Marceau next to him raised his head and poured half a cup of whiskey into his stomach, "Cheers!"

Duke simply asked the waiter to bring a whole bottle of wine and pour some into two cups.

After another glass of wine, Sophie Marceau was probably drunk a little anxiously, covered his mouth and coughed in a low voice, refused the tissue Duke handed over, touched his smooth face, and looked at Duke with a little drunkenness.

"Do you want to get me drunk?"

With his hands spread out, Duke shook his head with an innocent expression. With his alcohol tolerance, he might have crawled under the table before Sophie Marceau got drunk.

"Don't think I can't see it."

Maybe he was familiar with it. Sophie Marceau didn't speak as implicitly as before. "The man who chatted with me and pleased me actually has only one purpose! What about you, Duke?"

"No one doesn't like Sophie? Marceau!" Duke stared at her burningly. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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