American Gossip King

Chapter 210 I am a genius

Anne Hathaway looks particularly beautiful today.

She was wearing a light blue long dress, her long hair was elegantly styled in an updo, and she had a slightly arrogant expression. Her manager and assistant were also with her.

At that moment, she crossed her arms and looked at Ian proudly, her beautiful figure gleaming in the sunlight.

Ian smiled and said, "You came out of Building 2 over there, stopped at the door for about a minute, and then saw me and Britney. You were going to get in the car and leave, but after thinking for about ten seconds, you decided to follow me... because you wanted to know when I would find you."

Anne Hathaway stared at him, dumbfounded.

After a while, she exclaimed, "Fuck! Ian Carl, you saw me without even turning your head? And then you pretended not to see me?"

Ian spread his hands, looking aggrieved: "I'm not sure if you want to say hello to me."

This reason is plausible; neither Ian nor Anne Hathaway can casually display their private relationship in public.

Anne Hathaway rolled her eyes in exasperation.

She walked over and came to Ian's side.

In that instant, she and Britney's eyes met.

The exchange of glances between the two American stars conveyed a sense of pride and rivalry.

Anne Hathaway and Ian were only friends occasionally, but seeing Britney so affectionately in Ian's arms, she felt a pang of jealousy for no apparent reason.

She laughed and said, "You two seem to be getting along well? When did you two start dating?"

Britney proudly raised her head: "World Cup."

Anne Hathaway smiled slightly: "Then I was here before you."

Britney pinched Ian hard.

Ian was speechless.

I didn't know that American women could be jealous.

Lena: ? ? ?

Britney has already said, "But at least I'm with him now."

Anne Hathaway laughed: "I didn't leave either."

She then took a few steps back, giving Britney no chance to retaliate.

He waved gently: "Have fun, everyone. Keep in touch, Ian Carl. I'll miss you."

The woman blew Ian a kiss and then walked away gracefully.

Britney looked at Ian, who was already smiling and helping her continue walking.

Walking down the street, Britney sighed, "I don't understand."

"What?" Ian asked.

Britney said, "I don't understand myself. A big part of the reason I broke up with Justin was because he was always cheating on me, but you're the same way, so why am I not angry?"

She looked at Ian strangely.

Is it because I don't love him enough?

But I really enjoy being with him.

Ian Carl, mysterious and powerful, always brings you an unprecedented sense of novelty... A man who can broadcast the news to you live at any time, a man who can easily complete all kinds of big deals, is truly infinitely charming!

Ian chuckled: "Because I've never lied to you, Britney, baby. People's preconceived notions are important. Men who want to sleep with you have to use loyalty and feelings as bargaining chips, making all sorts of promises. But I'm different. I'm charming enough that I don't need to stake my loyalty and those empty promises in exchange for the right to sleep with you. I never promised that in the first place. Without expectations, there will be no disappointment."

Britney looked at Ian in surprise: "Fuck, Ian, you're being way too direct."

"The truth is always hard to accept, but what makes a great man is his ability to make a girl willingly accept such grievances!"

Are you saying I endured hardship for you because you're so outstanding?

It seems... to make some sense?

Successful PUA!

Then Britney slapped her forehead: "Oh, you forgot to do the news."

"What?" Ian asked in surprise.

"That dog! That's good news, isn't it? I knew you wouldn't let it go." Britney blinked her beautiful big eyes at him.

Ian laughed: "I didn't forget, there are people filming, don't worry, baby."

Ian is now always followed by reporters and news vans. When he sees a suitable spot, he can simply put his camera in, and reporters will naturally record everything.

With his rising status, Ian became increasingly less concerned with hiding his power—"I'm just that awesome, that powerful." His subordinates, seeing their boss's awesomeness, were quite generous and simply worshipped and followed him closely.

Besides, those who can do this are all terminally ill butterflies; they don't care about anything but money—does the boss have special abilities? That's great, I've chosen the right boss!

Then, when Ian has free time, he processes the information, deciding which details to reveal and which to avoid.

The female lead in "The Dog" is not famous, and more importantly, she is over forty years old, so she doesn't have much entertainment value. However, the plot itself is explosive enough to become a hot topic.

That would be awesome if it were someone like Julia Roberts!

Britney, hearing this, asked in surprise, "It's already being filmed?"

"certainly."

"May I take a look?"

"Don't worry, honey, my people will send it to me once it's all sorted out."

Britney hugged Ian tightly: "I want to watch that video and do it with you!"

Ian was stunned: "What are you thinking, Britney, baby!"

Britney's eyes gleamed with excitement: "I thought of you as a dog!"

Ian: "..."

Britney grabbed Ian and started running outside: "Quick, Ian, I can't take it anymore, we have to go home right now!"

I haven't finished my news report yet...

Ian sighed heavily. "That's enough for today."

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"ah!!!"

In the master bedroom of Godwin Estate, Britney unleashed her passion in a near-hysterical frenzy.

The last rays of sunlight still lingered, falling upon her beautiful body, reflecting glimmers of light against her sweat.

On the computer screen opposite was a heavy scene that had taken place that afternoon.

Britney watched porn while giggling.

She held Ian close, her jade-like arms outstretched, her ample, fair skin blending with Ian's athletic physique, feeling the allure emanating from him.

She shouted, "I remember you said you wanted to buy an RCA?"

"Yes!" Ian said, panting.

Britney's legs were wrapped around Ian's: "Three hundred million, and you can have it."

"It's a bit expensive," Ian said, nudging Britney.

"It's already a bargain," Britney said, squinting. "Be my boss, then I can be with you every day, and our music video can be released. I want everyone to see that you protected me..."

The latest novel is first published here!

Britney murmured softly.

The South Korean bar scandal was overshadowed by the World Cup scandal, but it still holds the potential for further investigation.

Britney is eager to use this opportunity to return to her peak!

Ian, inhaling Britney's sweet scent, murmured, "It's depreciating, baby. Help me negotiate $2.5 million, and then I'll get you some good songs."

"You? A good song?" Britney laughed.

She believes in Ian's talent, but it's not time to go that far yet.

"Yes," Ian said with certainty.

Although he can't sing or compose, he can still hum a few words.

Just pick a few popular songs and hum them; that'll give you the core inspiration. Britney Spears and her team can handle the rest with their expertise.

"What song?" Britney asked.

Ian thought for a moment and hummed a song called Toxic.

This is Britney's own song, but it won't be released until the end of 03.

The key point is that since it's Britney's own song, it will be much more acceptable to her because that's her style.

If you give her some other songs later, she will be more receptive and will work on them seriously—good songs also require effort; without attention, there will be no dedication.

Otherwise, why do some songs not become popular, but others' covers become popular?

Sure enough, Britney's eyes widened as she listened to Ian's soft humming.

Did Ian compose this beautiful melody?

She exclaimed, "Oh, Fuck, Ian, you're a genius!"

"I'm doing it," Ian chuckled.

"Give me one more song." Britney clung tightly to Ian.

Ian thought about it and hummed Rolling In The Deep again.

Adele's famous song.

I'm sorry, Miss Adele, you're not my type, so I can't keep an eye on your future.

As for Taylor Swift... well, let's spare her life.

Or perhaps I could lure her with her own songs? She was born in 89, so she's only 13 now. Let's wait until she's an adult.

I compose music for you, so isn't it only natural that you should come into my arms?

Jennifer Lawrence, born in 1990, is also among those who need to wait;

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, supermodel, actress in Transformers 3, wife of Jason Statham, born in 87, is British and currently 15 years old;

Emma Watson, born in 90, is 12 years old. Although she later supported LGBT, I don't care about that.

Emilia Clarke, born in 86, is now 15 years old. The Mother of Dragons is still very beautiful when she doesn't smile, but she is interesting when she smiles. Life needs fun.

Ana de Armas, born in 88, was 14 years old when she looked stunning in Blade Runner 2049. The traditional Chinese cheongsam suited her perfectly.

Gal Gadot, born in 85, was 17 years old. She hadn't yet participated in beauty pageants, much less joined the army as a combat instructor, teaching others how to slaughter Palestinians.

Amber Heard, born in 86, is 16 years old. She's beautiful even when she's not pooping. For our sake, Depp, I won't let her ruin your life.

Talulah Riley, born in 85, is 17 years old. Her most stunning look is as a host in Westworld. Rather than showing her Musk's big rocket, you should see Ian's own.

Eva Green, born in 80, is a 22-year-old Frenchwoman with a dark and mysterious beauty.

It's already on the agenda, but unfortunately she's still in France.

Angelina Jolie, born in 75, was 26 years old at the time. She had just divorced Billy Bob Thornton and had adopted a son. She was a bit familiar, but still quite attractive. It's a pity I never had the chance to meet her...

While Ian was still figuring out his schedule, Britney was already excitedly shouting, "Ian! You're amazing! I swear I'm really in love with you!"

"Can you accept love from multiple people?" Ian asked softly.

Britney gritted her teeth as she looked at him.

After a while, she said, "Sing three more good songs, and I might consider it."

Ian chuckled softly and snuggled closer. "It's a deal, baby. Remember, don't sing them before I buy RCA. I'm counting on you to get a good price for RCA."

Britney sounded somewhat disappointed: "You really don't plan to hold onto it long-term?"

Ian shook his head slightly.

RCA has little potential; it's like a beautiful woman—a fleeting moment of brilliance is enough.

He said gently, "The only thing I need to hold onto for the long term is you."

Hearing these rare and touching words of love, Britney smiled happily.

She is to be granted the title of Imperial Concubine, for a period of five years!

Lost in Ian's tenderness, she murmured, "Ian Carl, you've ruined me. I can't imagine how I can live without you..."

(End of this chapter)