Hollywood Director 1992

Leaving the Cotton Club, Link drove to the Kingston Hotel on Beverly Boulevard, where he met Sophie Marceau, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, in a hotel room.

She wore her long golden hair loose, a striped shirt printed with trendy patterns, and high-waisted straight-leg pants, highlighting the elegance and casualness unique to Parisian beauties.

Sophie turned around, blinked, and revealed her exquisite and lovely face, her rose-colored lips full and crystal clear, her fair skin refracting a shimmering halo under the light, like an angel in a church oil painting.

"Link!"

Sophie Marceau excitedly threw herself into his arms.

Link tightly hugged the petite and slender Sophie Marceau; separated by half the globe, the two had only met once after the Berlin Film Festival this year, and hadn't had a chance to meet in the following months.

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

In an instant, the heavens and earth were ignited, and a comet collided with the moon.

The entire Kingston Hotel seemed to be trembling non-stop under the great iron hammer of the Thunder God.

Sophie was 29 years old this year, in the most beautiful stage of her life; whether in appearance, figure, temperament, or experience, there were very few in the world's entertainment circle who were more beautiful and outstanding than her.

The two initially met at the 《Interstellar》 book signing, and after chatting once, they admired each other and shared a blanket that night.

At that time, Sophie had a boyfriend, and Link was not yet a playboy.

That time only counted as a ONS (One Night Stand).

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

Link did not reject Sophie's confession.

Later, every time he went to Europe or France, he would stay at Sophie's house for a few days, enjoying their time together.

Over time, and after many encounters, Sophie fell deeply in love with him; if it weren't for Link having many girlfriends in the United States and her not wanting to get involved, she would have moved to Los Angeles to live with him long ago.

"Darling, in recent years, the French film industry's development has been slow, with very few films produced each year, and even fewer good roles. Why don't you come here to develop? There would be more opportunities, and we could date more often."

On the hotel's soft, snow-white Turkish cashmere carpet, Link's fingers gently stroked the smooth skin of the woman in his arms, inhaling the rose dew fragrance from her golden hair.

"I've thought about it too, but commercial films dominate here in Hollywood, and there's a clear difference between art-house films and French films, and my acting style is significantly different from that of Hollywood film actors, making it difficult to integrate into the crew."

Sophie leaned in his strong arms with her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling, her delicate cheeks showing both the joy of a long-awaited rain in the great desert and a hint of the water lily's inability to withstand the violent storm.

"It doesn't matter, we can use French scripts, French directors, and French actors to make French films in Hollywood. As long as you want to make them, leave the rest to me. I'm willing to do these things for you, and I can do them well."

Link hugged her tightly, with some dominance in his movements.

Sophie Marceau smiled slightly, lazily lying on his chest and said, "Darling, I know you can, but I don't want to trouble you, and I don't want to add too much material things to our love. What I like most is the Link who accompanied me to chat about literature on the banks of the Seine that night, not the billionaire world-class director Link, although the latter is also very charming, but the former belongs only to me."

"If you insist on this, our chances of meeting each year will become very few."

"So we will cherish every reunion even more."

Sophie Marceau looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Link lowered his head and kissed her, using his strong and sturdy arms to pick up her slender body.

He cherished her even more this time.

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

Her representative works include 《Manon of the Spring》, 《La Belle Noiseuse》, and 《A Heart in Winter》. She has gained attention in the film industry for her outstanding appearance and is currently filming 《Mission: Impossible》 starring Tom Cruise in Hollywood.

Julie Delpy, 26 years old this year, is also a blonde beauty. In the past two years, she has become popular with the 《Three Colors》 series of films. Last year, she participated in 《Before Sunrise》 produced by Guesswork Films, and can be considered an acquaintance of Link.

When Link saw Juliette Binoche, he thought of her good performance in 《The English Patient》 and asked her if she had any availability in July or August, as he had a role that was very suitable for her.

Juliette glanced at Sophie, nodded, and said she wanted to see the script first.

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

While chatting, Link received a work call, apologized to the others, and then went next door to answer the phone.

After Link left, the atmosphere at the coffee table suddenly became strange. Juliette Binoche, Emmanuelle, and Julie Delpy drank their coffee, but kept exchanging glances.

Sophie Marceau glanced at the three of them, leaned back into the soft fabric sofa, and said, "Do you have any questions you want to ask me?"

"I do!"

Julie Delpy was young and quick to raise her hand. She held her coffee cup and smiled, "Sophie, are you and Link also boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"No, we are each other's lovers, a relationship more intimate than boyfriend and girlfriend."

Sophie Marceau curled her lips, a charming smile on her face.

"Link is in Hollywood, you are in Paris, how did you two hook up, how did you fall in love?"

Julie Delpy covered her lips, almost saying the wrong thing.

Sophie Marceau smiled nonchalantly, "In early '93, Link came to Paris for a book signing. I was a fan of his books. Afterward, we chatted for a long time and found that we had many of the same hobbies and habits. After we separated, I missed him more and more. That's when I realized I seemed to have fallen in love with him. Then I broke up with Andrzej and got together with Link."

"Started dating in '93? That early?"

"Unbelievable! You broke up with Andrzej because of Link?"

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

The amount of information in Sophie Marceau's words was too much, astonishing Julie Delpy and the others.

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

Juliette Binoche, Emmanuelle Béart, and Julie Delpy exchanged glances, somewhat disbelieving. Sophie, who was always extremely picky about men, would praise Link so highly, praising Link, and not concealing her love for him. Could Link's charm really be that great?

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

At the same time, they had also seen his romantic affairs in magazines, saying that he had dozens of girlfriends, all of whom were movie stars, and several were A-list stars.

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

But sharing a man with dozens of women, they admitted they couldn't accept.

"What are you talking about?"

Link walked in, holding a cell phone.

"Talking about how we fell in love, and how much I love you."

Sophie Marceau smiled.

"I love you too."

Link put his arm around Sophie's slender waist and lowered his head to kiss her lips. Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck.

Julie Delpy and the others saw the two kissing so passionately, so engrossed, so oblivious to everything else, that it seemed if they were given a blanket, they could turn into Adam and Eve. They also believed Sophie's words, that she really loved Link, a man six years younger than her.

Link released Sophie, sat down, and prepared to chat with Juliette Binoche about "The English Patient". At this moment, the phone rang again. It was Joe Feller's call.

"Sorry! The company is acquiring Pixar Animation during this time, and there is a lot of work to do. Some things need to be handled by me personally."

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

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

Link got up to answer the phone.

Juliette Binoche saw his back disappear into the aisle and quickly whispered, "Sophie, there are many rumors about Link in the Hollywood newspapers, don't you mind?"

"A little, but it's tolerable. Compared to having Link, nothing else matters."

Seeing the confusion in their eyes, Sophie took a sip of coffee and continued, "Because meeting a man like Link is my luck. In my opinion, other people's love is like a small hill, while my love with Link is like a volcanic eruption. Sometimes it doesn't erupt for decades or centuries, but once it erupts, it surpasses countless others in the world. Isn't it unimaginable?"

Sophie looked at the three of them with a smile, with a bit of smugness and pride on her face, as if she possessed a treasure that others didn't have.

Juliette and the others were speechless. Other women would feel embarrassed to have a playboy as a boyfriend, but Sophie was very proud and unabashedly flaunted her scumbag boyfriend.

Unimaginable!

This situation was like being brainwashed by Link, joining Link's cult.

Thinking of this, the three couldn't help but feel nervous. They had just met Link, would they be brainwashed by Link?

"Sorry, I interrupted your conversation again."

Link walked in again.

"Honey, if you're busy with work, go back to the company and get busy. I have Juliette and the others here, I don't need you to stay here with me."

Sophie Marceau said, holding his hand.

"It's okay, the acquisition work is almost finished, the next step is to sign the contract, there's not much work left."

Link put his arm around her waist, and Sophie Marceau intimately leaned into his arms, her palm touching his strong chest muscles.

Juliette and the others exchanged glances, wanting to get up and leave, but felt it would be impolite, so they could only continue chatting with the two, with some worry of being deceived and curiosity about Link's 'deception'.

The summer break has arrived, and Guess Pictures' acquisition is nearing completion.

The company's work is endless every day.

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