America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM...

Chapter 117

"OMG!"

Ashley, the other person was lying on their side, one hand supporting their head, looking at her with a malicious gaze.

It's as if it's saying, "Look at you, you were just yelling at me, and now look at yourself!"

"What! What are you looking at? What does that look mean?!"

Even though things were already like this, Mary still felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. She frowned and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

Eric was breathing heavily, his chest covered in beads of sweat, which made his well-proportioned muscles look very smooth and beautiful.

Ashley licked her lips. "I remember you said Eric wasn't your type. Don't you like muscular men?"

"Isn't that just muscle?"

Mary slapped Eric's chest muscles hard, making a loud slapping sound.

Seeing her actions, Eric suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" the Olsen sisters asked simultaneously.

"It's nothing, it's just that the sound of you patting my chest is quite amusing."

Snapped!

"Shameless!"

Mary blushed and started slapping the object while cursing.

Eric grabbed her hand and, with a little force, flipped her over and pinned her down.

Mary kept laughing and struggled with her hands and feet, trying to kick Eric away.

"Ashley, help me! Push this monster away!"

"Ashley, hold her down!"

The two looked at Ashley, who shrugged and then suddenly leaned on her sister, grabbing her arm to help.

"Damn it, why are you helping this guy!" Mary exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"Now, I need to see the results of your life experience."

"Blue Is the Warmest Color Special, action!"

Time continued to move forward, and the thick curtains blocked out the sunlight, making it impossible to tell whether it was night or day.

No one knows what the outcome will be if things continue like this, and no one wants to think about it anymore. The rush of blood to the brain brings back the animalistic instincts, and rationality has long been thrown to the winds.

Now, the only scent in this room is that of desire.

Under the light, faint shadows were reflected on the wall.

bell.

Eric was awakened by the urgent ringing of the telephone, and he shook his groggy head.

I checked the time; it was already 9 a.m.

They definitely couldn't move, as that would inevitably wake the two sisters.

They were both still drunk and fast asleep.

"Forget it, it's probably the film crew. Whatever, time to sleep!"

Eric closed his eyes; he still had to deal with Nico that night, so he needed to get some more sleep.

To everyone's surprise, Ashley slowly spoke up, "Eric, is that your phone?"

"Never mind it, go to sleep, baby!"

Eric gently patted the other person's smooth back.

"Answer it, just in case something important comes up, don't let it delay you."

Eric gave a helpless, bitter laugh: "Look at me now, I can't move!"

Ashley then opened her eyes and noticed that her sister was hugging Eric tightly, just like she was.

She said with a smile, "It seems Mary was lying all along. She just didn't want to admit that she wasn't my type."

Eric nodded. If he really didn't feel anything, why would he join? He was just pretending to be reserved.

Ashley went to the living room to get her phone, then ran her fingers over Eric's body, circling his skin.

"Eric, why aren't you on set yet? And Ashley and Mary? They're both missing too. The whole crew is waiting."

Judy's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Theoretically speaking, Judy should be credited for being able to sleep in the same bed as the Olsen sisters.

But Eric remembered this guy's behavior last night; he actually dumped the trouble on him and ran away, showing absolutely no sense of responsibility.

Now that she's calling me, it's a good opportunity to tease her.

Eric first made a shushing gesture, signaling Ashley to be quiet.

Then, under the other person's questioning gaze, he feigned weakness and said, "I...I was shot, and I'm in the hospital right now. I just had surgery."

"OMG! What happened? Which hospital are you in? I'm coming right now!" Judy exclaimed in surprise.

"Isn't it all your fault for leaving me alone in the hotel? I told you David is a sharpshooter."

"OMG! OMG! Were you shot while you were taking them home?"

"Yes, I was hit in the chest, Judy. I'm afraid I'm not going to make it."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. Don't say things like that. I'm coming right away. You wait for Eric."

Judy across from me was almost in tears; her footsteps were clearly hurried, she was probably running.

"Wait, which hospital are you at? I don't even know which hospital you're at, FUCK! I can't find my car! Where's my car?"

"Hahaha. Why don't you just press the key and you'll know?"

"That's right, that's right."

Then there was a loud bang, followed by the sound of an engine.

Judy asked anxiously, "Eric, which hospital is it? Tell me quickly!"

"China's First Hospital, you'll have to fly over here."

"What? China? Wait a minute, are you laughing? I think I heard you laughing."

"You son of bitch! Mother fucker!"

I was stunned for a moment, and then Judy started hurling insults at me from the other end of the line.

Eric hung up immediately and then called Andrea.

After the call connected, Andrea asked in confusion, "Director, I think I just heard Judy say something about a shooting, and then she rushed out. Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to let you know that something important came up and I can't make it. Ashley and Mary can't come either; it's business."

"Okay, but what will the production crew do if none of you show up?"

"Take a break, consider it a half-day off for everyone, we'll be back this afternoon."

"Okay, director."

Eric hung up the phone and tossed it aside.

That's the advantage of being a big company. I can stop work whenever I want, since all the machines and equipment are my own. I only need to use other people's facilities occasionally.

It can be said that apart from the actors, almost everything else is company property, including the employees, and there are no rental fees.

As for the actors' pay, extras are paid daily, and the Olsen twins' pay is also very cheap, considering they are both close to retiring from the industry. Each of them received only $1 million and signed a two-month contract.

If this happened to a small film crew, and the director or lead actor suddenly disappeared, the producer would be furious and go crazy.

He patted Ashley's shapely bottom: "Sleep well, baby, we'll get back to work this afternoon."

"Wait, don't rush."

Eric opened his eyes again: "Seriously? You're still not full?"

Ashley lightly punched his crotch: "You bad thing, I just have a question for you, and not only me, Mary actually wants to know too."

"What's the problem?"

"You must promise to answer seriously and truthfully."

"I can't guarantee that!"

"You jerk!"

"Alright, alright, ask away, I promise I'll tell the truth."

Ashley blinked her big eyes: "What's your relationship with Aunt Elena?"

"What?"

An alarm bell rang in Eric's mind, and he pretended not to realize what was happening and asked.

"Alina Olsen, my aunt, what were you two doing in the hotel room when we first met in New York?"

"profound"

Eric feigned sudden realization: "It's nothing, just chatting, talking about MGM's development, loans, funding, and things like that."

"Really? You just swore an oath, you can't lie to me."

"Of course I'm not lying to you. We've already gone this far, what reason do I have to hide anything?"

"Then why did Mary and I smell a strange odor back then, like this one now?"

Eric chuckled dryly a few times: "What's the problem? It's just a hotel, not home. Besides, the Plaza Hotel now belongs to those bearded men in the Middle East."

"Arabs, big beards, I've heard they don't care about hygiene. Even in 40-degree weather, they still wear thick clothes to wrap themselves up. How could they not smell of sweat? Ugh."

"So, under their management, it's not surprising that the hotel has any kind of smell, don't you think?"

Ashley stared into Eric's eyes for a while before nodding: "Okay, I believe you."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief. He passed!

"What a pity, I thought you and Aunt Elena had a close relationship." Ashley sighed.

Eric's eyes widened instantly, his mind racing as he pondered the meaning of Ashley's words.

"Could it be her? No, no, it must be a trap. She's trying to trick me into revealing information."

With a serious expression on his face, Eric said righteously, "What are you talking about, you silly girl? Elena and I are just doing business."

This time Ashley finally smiled: "That's more like it, I believe you."

"Phew! Luckily, I'm one step ahead!"

In the afternoon, the three members of the "Blue Is the Warmest Color" crew, who had slept until noon, appeared. Of course, they didn't come in the same car; they still needed to avoid suspicion.

Judy glared at Eric, clearly annoyed. "Is it fun? You scared me to death! Don't you know that?"

Eric smiled at her and said, "Who told you to leave me alone in the hotel? That's not very friendly of you."

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you? You and the Olsen sisters, didn't you?"

"You my foot! Do you think I'm the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress? You have no idea how much effort it took me to get them home."

Judy didn't press the matter further. She knew Eric's character; he certainly wouldn't do something as despicable as drunk MJ.

Happiness requires mutual consent; what's the point of a dead fish that doesn't respond at all?

Andrea walked over: "Ready, Director."

"Scene 10 of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, action!"

The script supervisor slammed the clapperboard, and yesterday's footage was reshot.

As the props team activated the green light, Mary, arm in arm with an extra, walked towards Ashley.

After walking a few steps, their figures met. They seemed to sense something from each other and turned to look at each other at the same time. That fleeting glance in the crowd seemed like an eternity.

Yesterday, the Olsen sisters were still not in the mood, and they were always hesitant and awkward when filming this scene.

But after what happened at the hotel, everything changed, not only the relationship between the two women and Eric, but also the relationship between the two sisters.

Everything is different now, both physically and mentally.

"Excellent, this one's approved!"

Eric shouted a shout to encourage the two, and the others joined in the applause.

Andrea looked at the monitor screen, where she could clearly see the micro-expressions on the two people's faces.

"That's amazing. How did they do it? Look at Mary's eyes. They've already figured it out in just one night. It's incredible."

Eric nodded: "That's right. To play a role well, you have to understand it deeply. It seems our method is very effective."

Andrea couldn't help but exclaim, "It's just that it worked too fast. The way they look at each other is like that of lovers. It seems that those children's teen dramas have bound the Olsen sisters."

"What?"

"Some actors are born to play a certain type of role, and perhaps that's the path the Olsen twins were meant to take. They are geniuses at portraying same-sex characters."

Eric chuckled a few times, thinking to himself that this was all thanks to me.

Once their Ren and Du meridians are opened, Ashley and Mary are like martial arts masters who have suddenly awakened, and any scene can be completed in no more than three takes.

Eric didn't hold back either, taking advantage of their excellent performance to unleash the most difficult part: the breakup scene.

Emma was furious that Adele was riding in another man's car, and the long-simmering conflict finally erupted.

The two recited their lines rapidly, their overflowing emotions almost bursting off the screen.

Every expression, every movement, every glance, and every tone of voice perfectly captures the state of lovers breaking up.

Beside him, James McAvoy stared blankly at the performance, his eyes wide with shock.

Are these still the Olsen sisters? They look completely different from yesterday.

His inner rage was screaming: "Did they mix Meryl Streep, Katharine Hepburn, and Greta Garbo together and eat them all? How could her acting suddenly improve so drastically! It's outrageous!"

Another perfect take! Everyone realized that the era of the Olsen sisters might be about to begin!

(End of this chapter)