Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 325: The French Rose and Three Other French Beauties
After leaving the Kapok Club, Link drove to the Kingston Hotel on Beverly Boulevard and met Sophie Marceau in the hotel room, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

With her long blond hair loose, she wore a striped shirt with a popular pattern and high-waisted straight-leg pants, highlighting the elegance and casual temperament unique to Parisian beauties.

Sophie turned around and blinked, revealing her delicate and lovely face. Her rosy lips were plump and translucent, and her fair skin reflected a bright halo under the light, just like an angel in the church oil painting.

"Link!"

Sophie Marceau threw herself into his arms excitedly.

Link hugged the petite and slender Sophie Marceau tightly. Although they were halfway across the world, the two had only met once this year, after the Berlin Film Festival, and had no chance to meet in the following months.

After meeting, Link didn't say much. He gently picked her up and leaned her against the wall, expressing his longing for her with practical actions.

Suddenly, thunder and lightning struck the earth and a comet hit the moon.

The entire Kingston Hotel seemed to be shaking under Thor's hammer.

Sophie is 29 years old this year and is in the most beautiful stage of her life. Whether in terms of appearance, figure, temperament, or experience, there are only a handful of people in the world entertainment industry who are more beautiful and outstanding than her.

The two first met at a book signing for Interstellar, and after chatting once, they appreciated each other and shared a blanket that night.

Sophie had a boyfriend at the time, and Link wasn't yet a playboy.

That was just ONS.

It was only after Link left Paris that Sophie often called him, saying that she missed him very much after he left. She also broke up with her boyfriend and wanted to establish a long-term relationship with him.

Link did not reject Sophie's confession.

Later, every time I went to Europe or France, I would stay at Sophie's house for a few days to enjoy our world together.

As time went by and they did it many times, Sophie fell deeply in love with him. If Link didn't have many girlfriends in the United States and she didn't want to get involved, she would have moved to Los Angeles to live with him long ago.

"My dear, the French film industry has been sluggish in recent years. There are only a few films produced each year, and there are also few good roles. Why don't you come here to develop? There will be more opportunities, and we can date more often."

On the soft, snow-white Turkish cashmere carpet in the hotel, Link's fingers gently stroked the smooth skin of the woman's shoulders in his arms, and he smelled the scent of rose dew in her golden hair.

"I have thought about it, but commercial films dominate the Hollywood scene, and art films are clearly different from French films. My acting style is also significantly different from that of Hollywood actors, so it is difficult to integrate into the crew."

Sophie leaned in his strong arms with her eyes closed. Her eyelashes trembled, and her delicate cheeks showed both the joy of a long-drought desert finally receiving rain, and a hint of shyness of a water lotus that could not withstand the storm.

"It doesn't matter. We can use French scripts, French directors, French actors, and make French movies in Hollywood. As long as you want to make it, leave the rest to me. I am willing to do these things for you and can do these things for you."

Link hugged her tightly, his movements somewhat domineering.

Sophie Marceau smiled slightly, and lazily laid on his chest and said, "My dear, I know you can, but I don't want to cause you trouble, nor do I want to add too much material to our love. What I like most is Link, who chatted with me about literature on the banks of the Seine that night, not the billionaire world-famous director Link. Although the latter is also very charming, the former belongs only to me."

"If you keep doing this, our chances of seeing each other each year will become rare."

"So we will cherish every time we get together."

Sophie Marceau looked at him with her bright eyes blinking.

Link leaned down to kiss her, cradling her slender body in his strong arms.

Cherish it doubly again.

After getting up, Link accompanied Sophie to the cafe downstairs to meet her French friends in Hollywood, Juliette Binoche, Emmanuelle Béart, and Julie Delpy. The three of them are also currently filming in Hollywood.

Juliette Binoche is 31 years old this year. She has short black hair and tough facial features. She is a beautiful woman with temperament. She became famous in 1993 for her role as "Julie" in the literary film "Blue". In 94, she won the Best Actress Award at the Venice Film Festival and was nominated for the Best Actress Award at the Golden Globe Award.

Emmanuelle Béart is 32 years old this year. She has long golden hair like a waterfall and a pure and beautiful face. She is no less beautiful than Isabelle Adjani in her prime.

Her representative works include "Manon of the Sea", "Beauty of the Rest", "Love in This Life", etc. She has attracted the attention of the film industry because of her outstanding appearance. She is currently filming "Mission Impossible" starring Tom Cruise in Hollywood.

Julie Delpy is 26 years old and is also a blonde beauty. She became famous in the past two years with the "Blue, White and Red Trilogy" series of films. Last year, she starred in "Before Sunrise" produced by Guess What Films and is an acquaintance of Link.

Link saw Juliette Binoche and thought of her great performance in "The English Patient", so he asked her if she had any schedule in July or August, as he had a role that would be perfect for her.

Juliet glanced at Sophie, nodded, and said she wanted to read the script first.

Link exchanged contact information with her and arranged for someone to deliver the script to her tomorrow.

While chatting, Link received a work call, apologized to several people, and then went to the next room to answer the phone.

After Link left, the atmosphere at the coffee table suddenly became weird. Juliette Binoche, Emmanuelle and Julie De Pere drank coffee but kept exchanging glances.

Sophie Marceau glanced at the three of them, leaned back in the soft fabric sofa, covered her belly and said, "Do you have any questions for me?"

"I have!"

Julie Depere was young and quick to raise her hand. She held up her coffee cup and smiled, "Sophie, are you and Link also in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?"

"No, we are each other's lovers, closer than boyfriend and girlfriend."

Sophie Marceau curled the corners of her lips and showed a charming smile on her face.

"Link is in Hollywood and you are in Paris. How did you hook up and fall in love?" Julie DePere asked, covering her lips as she almost said the wrong thing.

Sophie Marceau smiled nonchalantly and said, "In early 93, Link came to Paris for a book signing event. I was a fan of his books. We talked for a long time afterwards and found that we had many of the same hobbies and habits. After we separated, I missed him more and more. At that time, I found that I seemed to have fallen in love with him. Then I broke up with Andre and got together with Link."

"You started dating in 93? So early?"

"I can't believe it! You and Andre broke up because of Link?"

"Is Link so charming that you could fall in love with him after just one meeting?"

There was so much information in Sophie Marceau's words that Julie De Pere and the other two were amazed.

Sophie Marceau smiled slightly, "Yes, Link is very charming, handsome, gentle, considerate, romantic, talented, and sometimes just the right amount of rude. He can almost satisfy all my fantasies about men, and he is even more perfect than the man in my dreams."

Juliette Binoche, Emmanuelle Béart and Julie De Pere looked at each other in disbelief. Sophie, who has always been extremely picky about men, would admire Link so much and praise him so highly, and would not hide her love for him. Is Link really that charming?

As for Link, they had heard of him when they were in France, had read his novels and watched his movies, and knew that he was a young, handsome and wealthy man, a very talented director, writer, screenwriter, and the owner of Guess What Pictures.

At the same time, I also read about his romantic affairs in magazines, which said that he had dozens of girlfriends, all of whom were movie stars, including several A-list celebrities.

From this point of view, he is indeed very attractive.

But they find it unacceptable to share a man with dozens of women.

"What are you talking about?"

Link walked in with a mobile phone.

"We were talking about how we fell in love and how much I love you."

Sophie Marceau laughed.

"I love you too."

Link put his arms around Sophie's slender waist, bent down and kissed her lips, and Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck.

Julie DePere and the other two saw the two kissing so passionately and devotedly, forgetting themselves, as if if they were given a blanket, they could become Adam and Eve. They also believed what Sophie said, that she really loved Link, a man who was six years younger than her.

Link let go of Sophie and sat down to talk with Juliette Binoche about "The English Patient" when the phone rang again. It was Joe Fillemer.

"Sorry! The company has acquired Pixar Animation recently, so I have a lot of work to do. There are some things that I need to handle personally."

"It's okay, go answer the phone."

Sophie pushed his back, her eyes full of tenderness and understanding.

Link stood up and answered the phone.

Juliette Binoche saw his back disappearing into the aisle and quickly whispered, "Sophie, there are a lot of rumors about Link in the Hollywood newspapers, don't you care?"

"A little, but it can be tolerated. Compared to having Link, nothing else is important."

Seeing the doubts in the eyes of the three people, Sophie took a sip of coffee and continued, "Because I am lucky to meet a man like Link. In my opinion, other people's love is like a small hill, and the love between Link and me is like a volcanic eruption. Sometimes it won't erupt for decades or hundreds of years, but once it erupts, it is better than countless others in the world. Isn't it hard to imagine?"

Sophie looked at the three of them with a smile, a bit of complacency and pride on her face, as if she possessed a treasure that the others did not have.

Juliet and the other two were speechless. Other women would feel embarrassed to have a playboy as a boyfriend, but Sophie was very proud of it and even showed off her scumbag boyfriend without any concealment.

Incredible!

This situation is like being brainwashed by Link and joining Link's cult.

Thinking of this, the three of them couldn't help but feel nervous. They had just met Link, so would they be brainwashed by him?
"Sorry to interrupt your conversation again."

Link walked in again.

"My dear, if you are busy with work, go back to the company and get busy with work. I have Juliet and the others here, so I don't need you to stay here with me."

Sophie Marceau said, holding his hand.

"It doesn't matter. The acquisition work is almost done. The next step is to sign the contract. There is not much work to do."

Link put his arms around her waist, and Sophie Marceau leaned directly into his arms intimately, with her palms resting on his strong chest muscles.

Juliet and the other two looked at each other and wanted to get up and leave, but they felt it would be impolite. They could only continue chatting with the two men with a little worry of being kidnapped and curiosity about Link's "trick".

The summer vacation is here, and the acquisition of Guess What Pictures is coming to an end.

The company's work is always busy.

After spending a chaotic weekend with Sophie Marceau, Link returned to the company to get busy with work.

(End of this chapter)