I'm in Hollywood

Chapter 314: Self-Abandonment #

Francis Coppola took back his gaze and introduced actively: “Eric, there is a garden there. If you are interested, you can go and have a look later. There are ornamental plants transplanted from the jungles of South America inside.”

“No, it’s not that. I think I saw an acquaintance, but it may be a mistake,” Eric recalled the figure that flashed by just now, as if she was still holding onto a middle-aged man with a bald head. Then, it was probably a mistake, she is such an arrogant little girl…

Shaking his head, Eric didn’t say anything, made a calm expression to everyone, and continued walking towards the villa.

……

Tony Brandt, who had been courting Jennifer Connelly, heard the faint applause coming from the gate of the manor. After inquiring around, he quickly returned to Jennifer’s side and said, “It turns out Eric Williams is here, that young and overly ambitious director. I never expected him to come.”

The middle-aged man seemed to be sighing about something and didn’t realize that the girl next to him was in a panic when she heard the name Eric Williams. The goblet in her hand almost fell to the ground, and her thoughts became chaotic

“Miss Connelly, do you know Eric Williams? He is an extraordinary young man. In less than two years, he has achieved great fame in Hollywood. Being kissed by a lucky woman can no longer explain explain his good luck He’s like the illegitimate child of the goddess of luck,” Tony Brandt said, and seemed to find his words amusing as he laughed to himself.

Jennifer Connelly couldn’t laugh, holding the goblet in her hand, she lowered her eyelids slightly, and a string of numbers flashed clearly in her mind. It was Eric’s phone number that he left her initially. However, she only dialed it once, nine months ago when 《Running Out of Time》 was released. She regretted it.

But that time, no one answered the phone, and she didn’t leave a message either.

Afterward, as Eric’s fame grew bigger and bigger in Hollywood, her pride and inferiority complex made her never have the courage to call that number again. She felt that as long as she did this, she could hold onto something.

At the beginning of the year, the scandal with Eric and many women started, and she was initially involved in it.

But later, the media’s attention focused on several Hollywood actresses who had risen to fame thanks to Eric, and she was just like those actresses who had only had brief encounters with Eric, being mentioned as a name in a long string of names, appearing insignificant.

Perhaps that’s why the middle-aged man next to her asked if she knew Eric Williams. It’s ridiculous. Who in Hollywood doesn’t know that… guy?

Soon, Jennifer Connolly saw Eric walking alongside Francis Coppola, looking almost the same as he did a year ago. However, he seemed to have a new woman by his side. Although the woman wasn’t as pretty as herself, she was tall, about four inches taller than her. However, Jennifer Connolly forced herself to feel a faint sense of fragile superiority in her heart. At least she had held out while they had fallen, yes, that’s it.

While her head was in a panic, Tony Brandt was wondering if he should go up and introduce himself. But looking at the situation on the other side, with Francis Coppola next to Eric, no one around them approached. Francis Coppola was the one who introduced Eric to people. Obviously, he had not yet reached the point where Francis Coppola would introduce him on his own initiative.

Perhaps if he stood closer, Coppola might mention him casually. Seeing Eric occasionally take out his business card and hand it to someone, Tony Brandt couldn’t help but think that if he could get Eric Williams’ contact information, it might come in handy someday.

After this idea popped up, Tony Brandt was eager to try, but he found it difficult to muster up the courage for a moment. Jennifer Connolly noticed the enthusiasm in the middle-aged man’s eyes and realized something. She quickly said, “Mr. Brandt, I remember there are benches in the garden. Let’s go sit there.”

“Ah, okay.” Originally feeling a bit unsure, Tony Brandt suddenly felt like he had been given a boost after being encouraged by Connolly. The woman was afraid that Tony Brandt would back out, so she took the initiative to take his arm and pulled him towards the garden, looking for a bench. They found one near the table where the drinks were placed.

Tony Brandt courteously brought two glasses of red wine, handed one to Connolly, and quickly found a topic to chat about. However, the woman seemed distracted, constantly sipping on her wine. In just a few minutes, her glass was empty.

They had been there for a long time, but the woman had been holding back and had only had two glasses of wine in an hour. Therefore, Tony Brandt, who noticed this situation, casually grabbed another glass of red wine from the nearby drink table and handed it to the woman without leaving a trace.

Jennifer Connolly was immersed in some emotions at this moment and didn’t think too much about it. Instead, she thanked him and took the glass again.

A few minutes later, another glass of red wine unknowingly reached its end. Tony Brandt finally showed an excited expression on his face after seeing the girl accept the wine he handed her again. His heart beat faster, and he secretly glanced at the deep cleavage in the girl’s dress, already planning how to play with the soft and huge breasts in her dress tonight.

After a few glasses of wine, Jennifer Connolly seemed to realize something, but she was already slightly drunk and the defenses of a drunk person are always very fragile. Therefore, gradually, the girl even began to give up on herself. Although her drinking speed slowed down a lot, she did not refuse every time Tony Brandt handed her a new glass of red wine.

“Eric, this is my daughter, Sophia. Sophia, this is Eric Williams, the youngest and most outstanding director in Hollywood,” Francis Ford Coppola introduced a young girl to Eric after a tour around the villa.

“Hello, Miss Coppola,” Eric greeted the girl warmly, who looked at him curiously.

“Hello, Eric, please call me Sophia,” Sophia Coppola seemed even more enthusiastic than Eric: “I really like your movies. It’s hard to imagine that you are so young.”

Eric’s expression changed slightly, remembering the girl’s terrible performance in “The Godfather III,” he said pointedly, “Perhaps you can make good movies too. Why don’t you give it a try? I believe your father will definitely support you.”

Sophia’s expression changed slightly. She looked at her father before saying, “I can’t. I’m not a genius like you, and I’m still so young. Besides, Dad has already decided to let me play the role of the Godfather’s daughter in ‘The Godfather III.’ I think I’ll follow my cousin and try to develop my career as an actress.”

“Of course, when you’re young, you should try everything to find the best path for yourself,” Eric continued.

“Wow, you don’t sound your age at all. You sound like an old man,” Sophia couldn’t help but say.

“Sophia, don’t be rude. I think Eric is right,” Francis Ford Coppola scolded his daughter fondly.

Sophia stuck out her tongue and said defiantly, “I’m not wrong. Otherwise, how could an old man like you approve of what he said? Hehe.”

Francis Ford Coppola looked at Eric with some helplessness.

Sophia suddenly smiled mischievously and turned to the tall woman standing beside Eric, “And you are…”

“My name is Fameek Jansen,” Fameek Jansen introduced herself.

“So, Miss Johnson, could you let me have Eric for a while and dance with me?” The tall lady shrugged and looked at Eric. “Of course.”

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve agreed yet,” Eric let the girl pull him onto the dance floor and said with a smile.

“Would you refuse?” Sophia Coppola raised her head and asked. Her figure was petite, even with high heels on, she was still ten centimeters shorter than Eric.

“Well, of course not,” Eric shrugged and lightly exposed the girl’s waist.

After dancing with the music for a while, the girl suddenly said, “Hey, you seem distracted.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“If it wasn’t, how could I tell?” The girl pouted, feeling frustrated.

To be honest, Sophia Coppola’s lips were a bit thick, and when she spoke, one side of her upper lip liked to curl up, which looked even more awkward. Although in the eyes of Westerners, thicker lips were sexier, Eric still thought thinner lips were more beautiful.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Eric thought to himself and said.

Sophia Coppola tilted her head and thought for a moment, and asked, “By the way, your words just now seemed to imply something. Can you tell me what it means?”

“Do you want to hear the truth?” Eric stared at the girl and asked.

“Mm-hmm.”

Eric thought about it, it wouldn’t hurt if he could make the girl give up the idea of ruining “The Godfather” classic series. In his memory, Sophia Coppola’s performance in “The Godfather Part III” was really unbearable, even with Al Pacino, an Oscar-level veteran actor, as an assistant, it still gave people a strong sense of acting. The two Golden Raspberry Awards were well-deserved.

Because they didn’t have much rapport, Eric didn’t say it in front of Francis Coppola earlier, as superficial conversations are taboo in interpersonal communication.

But now, facing the girl alone, as long as he was tactful, it wouldn’t have much impact if he said it out, and he could even treat it as a joke afterwards.