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The sky was slightly white, and a conference room of Warner Bros. was brightly lit. After learning that a fire broke out at the Warner Studios, many Warner executives, including Jeff Robinoff, rushed over and sat at the conference table with the managers of Duke and other crew members, and listened to the preliminary investigation results of the fire.

The preliminary investigation presented by the fire department is not complicated, nor does it have any professional terms to circulate. The fire is caused by the long-term overload operation of the dehumidifier in the warehouse, which leads to a short circuit of the aging line and ignits a set. Moreover, Warner Studios' poor management, the fire sprinkler and alarm systems in the warehouse are almost all decorations, and the management party bears an unshirkable responsibility.

"The initial estimate is that the loss is as high as about 800,000 US dollars. Fortunately, the film in "Battle of the Deadly Island" was not damaged."

Hearing the words of Warner's senior executives, Duke took a sip of espresso, and in some ways, his luck was indeed good enough because of Sophia's relationship, avoiding a potentially fatal blow.

"I'm sure this is just an ordinary fire?" Jeff Robinoff asked suddenly.

No one spoke, and although everything was like an ordinary fire, in the fiercely competitive Hollywood, no one could guarantee that it was just a simple fire.

"First, call the police;..."

Jeff Robinoff has the highest position here, and the one who suffered losses was also the project he was directly responsible for. "Second, I have sent someone to the printing factory to stare at the film. The film will be printed a few more copies, one of which will be sent to the bank safe; Third, temporarily claiming to the public that this is just an ordinary fire; Fourth, borrowing reports of the fire may appear will remind the public of "Breaking into the Deadly Island", and we will turn the disadvantages into favorable..."

None of the people who can take up the position of executives of big companies are fools. Jeff Robinoff first considered not the fact of the fire, but how to make the most use of the fire.

"I asked to keep a piece of film myself," Duke said later.

"Can……"

Until the sun rose and everyone walked out of the conference room, Charles Rowan walked beside Duke and gently patted his ashes on his shoulder.

"We are lucky." Luo Wen seemed to sigh a little.

"Compared with the losses caused by the fire." Duke barely smiled, "We are really lucky."

"Please pay more attention, Duke." He reminded, "It is recommended that you do not speak to the media, and someone is eyeing us."

He also said, "Behind every fire on the set in Hollywood, there are always some shameful things that are hidden. These things have no evidence and do not require evidence."

When he walked into the parking lot with Sophia, Duke was still considering Charles Rowan's words. The other party had been working hard in Hollywood for more than 20 years and was used to the dark side of this circle. As he said, some accidents that seemed to be without problems actually require no evidence.

As long as you can see who is the biggest beneficiary of the fire, it is enough, even if there is no evidence that it is artificial.

Evidence, is that important? If it is really artificial, since you dare to take action at Warner Studios, you will definitely not leave too many valuable clues. Even if you catch arsonist who may be caught, the country is so poor that there are homeless people and unemployed workers everywhere. Some of the money given to strangers are dared to kill, let alone a fire.

Even if all this is true, the only ones who take responsibility for it are the little fish and shrimps who don’t even know the inside story.

This is a country belonging to business, a country belonging to wealth, a city of sin, and money can cover up too much.

"What do you think, Sophia?"

At Sofia's insistence, Duke got into her BMW, sat in the passenger seat, and asked, "You started to go in and out of the set when you can't speak, and you've seen and heard more than I have."

"Do you remember what happened in 1979?"

Seeing Duke's slightly puzzled expression, Sophia reminded, "In 1979, in the set of "Star Wars: Empire Strikes Counter", Uncle Lucas's project also suffered a fire, burning down many props and some films, including R2D2. The real situation of the fire has not been found out yet."

"I remember." Duke nodded, "I was in boarding school and later heard from my mother."

"I'm a person who is easily influenced by the outside world, so I don't have any good advice..." She shook Duke's hand vigorously. "You can learn from Uncle Lucas's approach. He had Fox's support at the time, chose to forget all this for the time being and move forward with all his strength until he was at the top of this circle, and you now have Warner's support."

Finally, she laughed, "Duke, you are confident, determined and stubborn. In my opinion, no one can defeat you unless it is yourself."

"I'm not stubborn at all."

Duke looked at the rearview mirror and saw a lot of traces of smoke and ash on him.

"Return to North Hollywood or go to a hotel."

Sofia started the car and slowly drove to the exit of the parking lot. Duke thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the hotel."

"Don't worry about your golden silk cat?" Sophia turned the steering wheel and teased.

"If Nami hadn't stopped me, maybe I'd done something stupid." Duke teased himself, "Well... a stupid thing that can turn me into a black warrior."

"Black Warrior?"

"Nothing." Duke shook his head.

Even now, he was not sure whether he would rush into the fire to rescue the film that was not there at all.

"I owe her a favor," Duke said again.

"So, you decided to compensate with your feelings?" Sophia's monotonous nasal voice was filled with sarcasm, "Chasing her to be a girlfriend?"

"Dear, I'm not that stupid."

The car parked in front of a hotel, Duke found the room card from his pocket and untied his seat belt, "Friends are human feelings, feelings are emotions, I can tell them clearly."

Sofia shrugged.

"And, Sophia."

Just as he got out of the car, Duke moved back, "Call me to order a set of men's and women's clothing, and send it to the hotel directly."

"Hey, Duke!" Sofia shouted dissatisfiedly, "I am your film affairs assistant, not your life assistant!"

Unfortunately, the tall figure walked directly into the hotel's glass turntable. Sofia had to start the car and leave temporarily. After parking in the open space next to her, she found the phone to dial the number.

Opening the door of the hotel suite, Duke walked in, looked at the shirt that had turned black and gray in front of the dressing mirror, took it off and threw it on the clothes hanger, naked and strong upper body, and entered the living room of the luxurious suite.

The living room was extremely quiet. Apart from the slight sound of him walking on the thick carpet, there was only the long and soothing breathing from the other side of the sofa. Naomi Watts was draped in a blanket, like a Persian cat, lying on the sofa and fell asleep.

But the Persian cat seemed to have just emerged from the chimney, with golden curly hair falling on his forehead in a mess. The scorching ends of the hair were extremely obvious, and the black and gray face had not been washed. You could vaguely see the stains under the tip of the nose and lips, exposed on the shoulders outside the blanket, and there was also a dirty dress suspender hanging on it.

"You're sleeping so well."

Arriving at the sofa, Duke picked up Naomi and walked into the bathroom.

In her sleep, Naomi felt her whole body was surrounded by a warm feeling, as if she had returned to the scene of the fire. She kicked off her high heels, stepped on the rough road, and regardless of the pain on her feet, she rushed to the tall figure, and then the two of them were away from the fire.

Even now, she didn't know how she would have the courage to face the flames. After surviving the initial calm, she was also scared in her heart. What should she do if the flames destroyed her long hair and her appearance? That was the foundation for the survival of an actress.

But she had only one idea at that time, she couldn't watch the destructive madman fool...

After slowly opening his eyes, Naomi found herself lying in the warm bathtub. Her big hands rubbed the foam brought by shampoo and wiped her body unfamiliarly. When her big hands occasionally passed by her unfamiliar breasts, she would mischievously bounce it on the top.

Flipped over his body, Naomi hugged the strong body squeezing beside him, unconsciously put her head on his chest, and gently rubbed the strong muscles on it with her delicate face. It felt really beautiful.

"You're awake?"

Seeing those blue-green eyes with a hazy sleepy feeling, Duke stopped the movement in his hand and said something very unsatisfactory, "You wash yourself, I'm going to rest."

Naomi didn't say anything. He grabbed Duke's arm with one hand and drilled under the foam with the other hand. After fumbled for a few times, he found the right position. Duke suddenly opened his eyes wide and his breathing gradually became rapid. Before Naomi could do too many movements, he turned over and pressed her down. The bathtub and the floating foam trembled at the same time.

When Naomi was carried into the bedroom by Duke, she seemed so lazy that she couldn't even open her eyes. She lay down for a long time before she took the towel from Duke and wrapped her wet blonde hair.

"I'm going to do my hair again." She said with regret.

Although he had no rest all night, Duke was not sleepy and lay beside Naomi, his black eyes turned back and forth until the blonde's words came to an end, and he spoke slowly.

"Nami..." he turned his head and asked, "Have you ever learned singing while studying in theater school?"

"I've learned it, how do you do it?" Naomi also turned her head and looked at Duke. "But that was a long time ago. I didn't think of developing in music. It was just a basic course."

"Nothing..." Duke gently pinched her nose, "If you have time, I suggest you practice your throat again, maybe it will come in handy in the future."

Naomi Watts looked at Duke seriously for a while, seemed to understand something, and nodded slowly.

At noon, a fashion store delivered clothes. Duke finished check-out and waved goodbye to Naomi Watts as usual, each heading in different directions.
Chapter completed!