Yes, the girls who managed to break into the entertainnt industry and make a na for themselves matured early. When Adrian first made a splash, there were people betting on their own futures with him, and little tricks like Anne Hathaway’s have beco even more common in recent years. However, while they were precocious, their different life experiences made them exhibit varying degrees of maturity, and people always change with their environnt. For example—
"It must have been quite spectacular; it’s just a sha I didn’t get to see it firsthand. I wonder what the cheerleading captain thinks of you," Adrian remarked with admiration, sitting at the small round table in his fairly decent apartnt room after listening to Leighton talk about recent events at Burbank High School.
"There’s no need to care about that, she’s leaving after this sumr, either for college or to find a job. Most likely the latter," Leighton said in a relaxed tone while organizing study materials on the small round table. "So as long as I maintain a basic relationship with her, neither fawning nor antagonizing, and get along well with the younger team mbers, the chances of becoming the cheerleading captain after she leaves are at least 70%, just like you said."
"I never said any of that, did I?" Adrian asked, sowhat surprised.
"What you said was, once I got to Burbank High School, not to care about other people’s stares, to act very normal, and then make a few friends to fit in better," Leighton said with a smile. "I just modified it a little to better suit the cheerleading situation."
"Ha, you’re a smart girl, so I guess you don’t need my help with social studies, do you?" Adrian laughed.
"Hey, how can you say that, Ed? We had an agreent, otherwise, I wouldn’t have chosen filmmaking as my social studies topic," Leighton imdiately protested.
"You know what I think?" Adrian raised his hands, "Even if you wrote a terrible report, once ’Spy Kids’ is released, both your teachers and classmates will be utterly convinced."
"Wow, they’re that shallow in your eyes? Especially those teachers," Leighton asked, sowhat surprised.
"Well, setting aside your classmates, who are mostly still very immature and act according to their likes, as for the teachers, so of them are actually not so shallow. But the environnt around them forces them to be, because we are social animals, and everything around us constantly influences us," Adrian explained, stroking her head.
Leighton paused, her expression subtly changing. Adrian noticed but did not dwell on it, bringing a pink paper bag in front of her: "Let’s not talk about that. Try this, it’s Chanel’s latest spring collection. I hope I haven’t forgotten your size and preferences."
The girl opened it, looked inside, seed about to say sothing, but then laughed softly and took the bag into the other room. When she ca out again, she was not wearing the Chanel piece but her school cheerleader uniform. The top was a white-thed long-sleeved shirt with blue stripes as decoration, paired with a blue-thed short skirt with white stripes, exposing her midriff, together with white sports shoes and fluffy socks that reached above her ankles. She looked youthful, healthy, vibrant, and at the sa ti sexy, no wonder so many took a liking to it.
"How do I look?" Leighton asked, maintaining a calm tone with her chest puffed out.
"Looks great, although the Burbank High School’s cheerleader uniform seems a bit too sexy. Haven’t any parents complained?" Adrian joked.
Leighton didn’t answer, ca straight over, sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and after a few seconds of gazing, she initiated a kiss on his mouth.
"I told you, today we’re just talking," Adrian said, catching her hand as it reached inside.
"I insist," Leighton’s voice was soft but carried an indescribable flavor.
Adrian didn’t speak and just let her kneel like that. This was Leighton ester, who, due to her childhood experiences, had a strong desire to break free from her mother and that kind of life. She knew early on what she could trade, so once she got the chance, she would never let go. But those sa childhood experiences made her lack a sense of security and be sensitive, always assuming the worst at the first sign of trouble and stubbornly addressing it in her own way.
Just like now, she would rather defy Adrian’s will than stop because she felt warmth from him, and this warmth made her sense danger. Yes, that was right. After he had agreed to her demands and they no longer had a substantive relationship, there was no sign of contempt from him. He not only liked her very much, he also offered her a comfortable life, often chatted with her, sotis asked her out to hang out, inquired about her studies, listened to her complaints about private school, and comforted, soothed, and took care of her. Even when she told jokes of young people, he understood and felt no distance at all.
Leighton was very sensitive, especially to people’s attitudes towards herself, and she could easily judge whether the other person was sincere. She fell for it quickly; tis when she could completely relax and be truly happy since childhood were few and far between. The warm and cozy feeling that Adrian gave her was almost intoxicating.
But she soon realized that this was dangerous. She was only in a transaction with him—he was a playboy, and he couldn’t possibly focus on her forever. If she indulged in it, she would eventually end up hurt or manipulated at his whim. So she reminded herself in this way not to forget why she was doing this. Of course, she certainly wouldn’t know that her thoughts were all under Adrian’s control, and her actions were aningless.
Compared to Leighton, Scarlett was a bit more open-minded.
"How can you do this, Ed! How can you be like this!" Scarlett scread and pounced on him, taking advantage of the mont Adrian dodged her to leap up and straddle his back, her fists pounding down non-stop.
Just a few minutes ago, Adrian had to cheat because he was always losing in a word ga and acted defiant when Scarlett found out, igniting this war.
"I’m going to fight back, I’m going to fight back, Scarlett!" Adrian warned repeatedly before suddenly flipping over and pinning the girl onto the bed, then pressed down on her, grabbing her ribs and tickling them without much force but rhythmically poking her sensitive spots. Scarlett couldn’t help but scream with laughter and twist her body to dodge, and the two of them wrestled on the bed, leaving the bedding all in disarray. Eventually, after a few minutes, when Scarlett was exhausted, Adrian ceased and lay down next to her, both panting. They lay shoulder to shoulder on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a long ti before they laughed together again.
"If you do this again next ti, I won’t let you off so easily," the girl warned him, still rembering his foul play after recovering.
"Hey, can’t you let win just once?" Adrian turned his head to look at her.
"If you want to win, then win honorably. As a big shot with a reputation that resounds across Hollywood and the whole world, you used unfair ans to win a trivial ga, and you were still defiant after being caught. Don’t you feel any sha at all?" Scarlett turned to him, huffing.
"Alright, you really put to sha. I apologize," Adrian had to raise his hands in surrender.
The girl let out a victorious and proud laugh, pausing for a long while before she looked at him, subconsciously cupping his face.
"What’s up? Is there sothing on my face?" Adrian, who had also turned to face her, asked teasingly.
"It just seems a bit strange," Scarlett shrugged, "sotis you don’t at all seem like soone... mature."
"Mature? What are you saying? Am I really that old?" Adrian imdiately asked, dissatisfied.
"No no no, I an... I an..." The girl gestured trying to explain, "many tis... even though I know you very well, I also feel like I don’t know anything at all..."
"It’s very normal, dear. If it weren’t so, how could I attract you?" Adrian laughed heartily as he sat up, pulling her into his embrace, "People are always changing, which is why they say it takes a lifeti to really get to know soone. Like you, Scarlett, don’t you think your breasts have grown a lot?"
"Really?" Scarlett rolled her eyes and pushed away his hand that was on her chest, sitting up on her knees on the bed.
"It does seem to have gotten bigger," she sighed, cupping her breasts, "If this continues, it’s going to be hard to walk."
"But I really like them," Adrian cupped them imdiately, and even kissed them softly.
"Oh, of course, you n always like won with big breasts," Scarlett humd in response.
"It’s not about being larger, but about proportion to the body, like yours," Adrian said with a laugh, pinching her fullness, "Stay with tonight, okay? I just want to hold you while we sleep, just hold you."
"Is it them you want to hold or ?" Scarlett raised an eyebrow.
"Aren’t they the sa thing?" Adrian chuckled, "Don’t worry, we’re just going to sleep. It’s been a long ti since I last fell asleep holding you."
"I know, but you’ll have to call my mom," Scarlett quickly added.
"Co on, Scarlett, darling, you know what that ans, right?" Adrian cried out in distress.
"You can say Lily is here, and I’m staying to keep her company," Scarlett said with a smile, obviously enjoying seeing him make such a face.
"Oh, don’t be like that, darling," Adrian knew, so he just tried his best to coax her.
After a lot of arguing and promises—although they were never going to be fulfilled—she kissed him and agreed to make the call. That was Scarlett, bold and unconcerned about much, only pursuing what she wanted. Although there was a chance she might fly away, Adrian was confident that wouldn’t happen, even if the chance was small.
Kirsten would have been different.
"Here’s what you wanted," Ivanka handed the docunt to Adrian, glanced at Kirsten, and left the office.
Dressed in a white blouse and a black-and-white striped pencil skirt, Kirsten sat on the office desk, legs crossed and swinging. Her golden hair naturally fell, and that light smile made her look seductive and charming. Her gaze was on Adrian the whole ti, completely indifferent to Ivanka’s coming and going as if it hadn’t even happened.
"It’s finally over, have you thought about where to go tonight, Qiqi?" Adrian finished up his work, looked at the ti, stood up, and smiled at Kirsten.
"I think we can start by shopping in Santa Monica, then try the French cuisine at Jelefer Restaurant, followed by an opera at the Music Center, and then dance in Trausdale," Kirsten hopped off the desk, keeping her seductive smile as she wrapped her arms around Adrian in a flirtatious manner.
"As you wish, Qiqi, you make the decisions," Adrian said with a smile, leaned down to kiss her, and then, noticing sothing, he lifted her chin to look at her face closely before asking with so surprise, "Is it my imagination, or does your face look a bit different?"
"I..." Kirsten hesitated, "I had a bone shaving surgery. You said my face was a bit big... It’s very subtle, the change isn’t very noticeable."
"No wonder you said you couldn’t co out those days," Adrian laughed, "just because of this? Next ti, don’t do that."
"But..." Kirsten started to say sothing, but Adrian imdiately interrupted her: "You know, Qiqi, I like things natural. I like you just the way you are, flaws and all. Nothing in this world is perfect, so what matters is whether it’s sothing I possess."
He stared into her eyes, and after a mont, an indescribable smile spread across Kirsten’s face as she imdiately hugged Adrian: "I understand now."
A short sentence was enough to explain everything.
"Actually, there’s an advantage to having a larger face," Adrian suddenly said with a mischievous smile, leaning in close to her ear, "I can cover it all with..."
Kirsten blinked, her smile suddenly becoming more playful: "You can try tonight, Ed. You can even take pictures as a keepsake."
"Speaking of which, we could use a high-definition cara to adjust the lighting and angles to take a few shots, create an album," Adrian suggested with a raised eyebrow.
"As you wish, Ed." Kirsten caught his tie and gave it a gentle tug.
That was Kirsten, the one who had boldly seduced him years before and had also witnessed the rise of his empire, clinging to him without reservation. If she were not so clever, she might have been the next Britney.
Although there were girls who were not so precocious, Keeley Hazell, despite her efforts to study, was not yet aware of such matters, while it seed her mother had noticed sothing; Keira Knightley was entirely a capricious girl, and Avril Lavigne sowhat too self-absorbed. But most were mature early, Amanda Seyfried and Christina Aguilera included, and Natalie Portman need not be ntioned. But Adrian always had them wrapped around his finger, and how could he care about Anne Hathaway, if she knew what was good for her? Adrian wouldn’t mind giving her a place, but if she were clueless, it was also necessary at tis to make an example of her like Penelope Cruz.
As ti passed, Valentine’s Day rolled around once again, and various film companies took the opportunity to release low-cost romantic or won-oriented films. "The Fast and the Furious," released at the end of January, took advantage of the occasion and, with appropriate promotion and the montum from Penelope’s affair, saw a notable improvent in its performance, grossing over 80 million in North Arica in 17 days, with sights on surpassing 100 million. Even if the profits were slim, breaking even seed assured.
However, what was most eye-catching in the entertainnt industry was not the Valentine’s Day box-office competition but that a day later, the FCC announced that AC dia’s acquisition of AT&T Broadband did not constitute a monopoly. Subsequently, Claude Ronris, CEO of AC dia, directly offered a staggering 30 billion, drawing a collective gasp from all dia groups, and it was clear that AT&T Broadband was likely to fall into their hands.
Thus, this company, established less than a decade ago, was set to uncontroversially beco not only the number one dia group in Arica but also in the world. Their rise was so swift and so stable, virtually flawless, with every step calculated ticulously, incomparably youthful and vibrant. Viacom, News Corporation, and Ti Warner could hardly hold a candle to them.
"We’ve got a tough competitor on our hands now," Murdoch sighed during a family eting.
"Don’t worry, dear, we’ll just steer clear of their edge for now," his young Chinese wife consoled.
"That’s easy for you to say, but have you considered the impact of such a move?" Elizabeth Murdoch, who didn’t quite get along with Wendi Deng, promptly snorted, though neither Murdoch nor Deng paid her much mind.
Not just Murdoch felt this way; Redstone also admitted to the board of directors, "I underestimated these young people. In just a decade’s ti, fortunately, we stand with them. I think we need to deepen this cooperation."
"They’re in the spotlight right now, we don’t need to go head-to-head with them. Let them savor their victory, the opportunity will always co," Eisner also indirectly admitted defeat in an internal Disney eting, at that mont profoundly missing his old buddy Frank Wells.
Who would have thought that these two young n could create such a massive and robust empire, to beco the world’s number one dia giant, in just ten years?! (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, we invite you to vote for it on qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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