Hearing Duke's words without hesitation, Mel Gibson's hands that fell on both sides of his body instantly clenched into fists. He used his best efforts to control himself.︾

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

"I won't accept your apology now."

Seeing that everyone around you looked here in surprise or clarity, Duke said intentionally, "You are not hurting me alone, but a huge group, and you are insulting my ethnicity. Mr. Gibson, the person you should need to apologize is not me."

Duke used to be a big banner, and now he is very good at using this trick.

My mother gave her bloodline and ethnicity. Although she couldn't say much recognition in her heart, she would be a standard idiot if she puts her natural advantages.

“Duke…”

Mel Gibson wanted to speak, but Duke interrupted directly, "I said, Mr. Gibson, I don't want to apologize to me."

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

"OK."

Catherine Zeta Jones cooperated and put his hand into Duke's arms, carried him to the door of the banquet hall, and looked at Mel Gibson, who was standing there blankly, with contempt in his amber eyes.

A shameful loser!

He snorted coldly in his heart, Zeta Jones turned his head, and his beautiful eyes immediately changed to the most charming color, and his bright and shiny appearance was comparable to the chandeliers on the ceiling.

In the banquet hall, the rest of the crew of "Save Private Ryan" were gradually dispersing. Ben Watts, Zach Schneider and others took their female companions who had just been fetched and were preparing to check-in upstairs, bringing their girlfriends or wives to the person who came home, and no one went to see Mel Gibson again.

On the crew of "Brave Heart", there are not many people attending the party, but there are also a few.

"Sweep all our faces!"

The guy who got the best costume design said to the crew's deputy director, "I will never work with him again in the future."

The assistant director hummed and said, "Only fools can work with Mel Gibson again!"

After receiving the notice from his assistant, Tina Brown hurriedly walked out of a lounge without having to look for it. Just follow everyone's contemptuous eyes and you can see Mel Gibson's tall but slightly decadent figure.

"He messed up our party?"

Seeing that all the people on the crew of "Save Private Ryan" disappeared tonight, Tina Brown couldn't help but frown and walked over.

"Mr. Gibson." Standing in front of Mel Gibson, Tina Brown whispered, "I hope you won't show up at the Vanity Fair party in the future."

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

"Where are you going, Kate?"

Walking out of the banquet hall, Duke asked tentatively, "Do you need me to ask the driver to take you back?"

Zeta Jones hesitated a little. His eyes flashed and he smiled sweetly at Duke. "You're decided."

"You are very understanding."

Raising his free hand, Duke pinched Zeta Jones' chin, "Dear, I'm a little in love with you."

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

With a hearty smile, Duke called a phone number and soon arrived at a presidential suite. He did not mean to take Zeta Jones home, but took the elevator to the upper floor of the hotel.

More than ten minutes later, the spacious bedroom of the suite had become a battlefield for fierce battles. What surprised Duke was that Zeta Jones was not only proactive and tried to please him in various ways. His seemingly plump body could also use some difficult movements similar to dance, which also led to the double stimulation of sensory and psychological aspects, giving him the enjoyment that could only be described as refreshing.

This is a nearly perfect bed companion.

After everything calmed down, Duke gave Katherine Zeta Jones such a comment.

The two sat next to each other on a bench, wrapped naked in the same thick blanket, feeling the cool breeze blowing on the balcony, and watching the night view of Los Angeles from a high place.

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

Duke's hands were moving in the plump and soft place of Zeta Jones, "Why didn't I find you so attractive before?"

"Because you only have work in your eyes."

Holding a large bottle of wine, Zeta Jones didn't use a glass of wine, took a big sip at the bottle, and handed the bottle to Duke's mouth. Duke also took a sip. The slightly spicy wine stimulated to his throat and couldn't help but cough a few times.

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

"Will it feel better?"

She wiped the wine flowing down the corner of her mouth, blinked at this side, put down the bottle, loosened the blanket, and stuck her whole body to Duke, slowly shaking her body, releasing her enthusiasm.

He gently kissed the forehead in front of him, and Duke hugged Zeta Jones hard, experiencing the sexy and enchanting body in his arms.

"Why... let's change the place." Zeta Jones kept observing Duke's expression, and when he saw him he was puzzled, he asked tentatively, "Will we go to your house, okay?"

A woman with great ideas isn't it? Duke shook his head gently and reminded him, "Have you forgotten, Kate, we must cooperate with Pani's publicity plan."

Zeta Jones buried her entire face in Duke's chest, her face changed for a moment, and quickly returned to normal. She realized that she was a little too anxious.

"Just a suggestion." She said as she nipped her strong muscles with her teeth, "I want to try the feeling of being by the beach."

Without waiting for Duke to say anything, Zeta Jones's head was getting lower and lower, and his whole body quickly disappeared into the thick blanket.

The Oscars are over, and the feast belonging to the media is far from over. Starting the next morning, a large number of voices of Duke's voices appeared on the entertainment pages of many media. Many media even pointed out that the academy discriminated against young directors and stole the best director Xiao Jinren, who should have belonged to Duke.

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 industry insiders will care.

Not to mention anything else, there are even media who believe that "Save Private Ryan" should not win the best film, and are complaining about Tim Robbins' "Death-in-Live".

From this aspect, it can also be seen that the media has no moral integrity. As long as it attracts attention, they will not care about who is talking about which movie.

Just say that last year, most media were sympathizing with "The Shawshank Redemption", but if a private investigation was conducted, how many media industry workers think "The Shawshank Redemption" should beat "Forrest Gump" and win the best film?

The so-called Oscar controversy hyped in the media is just a controversy and it is difficult to actually affect the college.

For example, the media has been urging the college to carry out reforms and choose movies with a wider audience, but what about the actual effect? ​​The college’s reforms are just a blank check. In the past twenty years, we will find that the average age of the college members, namely the Oscar judges, has not only not young, but has increased, and the films they choose are more niche, conservative and politicized. Even if the Oscar ratings shrink sharply and their influence is not as great as before, they do not have substantial reform measures.

After all, the academy is ultimately a conservative.

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

Leaving the Hilton Hotel and sending Catherine Zeta Jones back to North Hollywood where she temporarily lives, Duke returns to his home in Malibu. When he walks into the villa, he finds that there is an extra glass cabinet in the living room. The best original script Little Golden Man he got has been placed in the most conspicuous position of the cabinet, and there are a bunch of other trophys below.

Although he has not attended the award ceremony much, Duke has won many messy awards in recent years, such as the Saturn Award and the MTV Movie Award, etc.

“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 is always the best." Duke walked to the cabinet, looked at it, and joked, "Maybe my trophy will fill this cabinet in the future."

“It’s a good thing to have confidence.”

After taking the coffee pot brought by the butler, Mrs. Leah sat on the sofa, "Is it a little golden man, my dear?"

"I think the Saturn Award is likely to be bigger, mom."

Walking over and sitting opposite my mother, Duke picked up the poured coffee and took a sip. "In my plan, there are only a very small number of realistic themes."

Mrs. Leah changed the topic, "I'm going to go back to New York in the afternoon. Duke, you'll celebrate your 26th birthday soon. Next month, my lawyer will come and handle the Victoria's Secret share trust with you. If you're not in Los Angeles, remember to notify the lawyer in advance."

Duke thought about his itinerary, "I probably won't leave. "Chicago" will officially start filming early next month."

"Duke, you're about to be twenty-six."

After patting Duke on the shoulder, Mrs. Leah walked towards the stairs, "You are successful in your career and mature and rational now. I am very pleased and proud of you. Keep moving forward and don't lose your way."

Once again, he was about to be twenty-six years old. Duke sighed softly, feeling a little more in his heart. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the wide sea. Dreams were like the Pacific Ocean in front of him, wide to the boundless Liaoning. Only by working hard and working hard can the wings carrying the dream fly on the sea.

I have my own goal, I will identify the direction, and no matter how temptation or setbacks are, I will move forward firmly!
Chapter completed!