American Gossip King

Chapter 323 I Can't Be Distracted

At dusk, Ian returned to his hotel room.

Monica Bellucci and Sophie Marceau were both there.

Sophie Marceau wore a pink top, exuding elegance. The stunning beauty of the French Rose has not faded with age; on the contrary, it has become even more captivating.

Ian Carl was somewhat disappointed.

She wasn't lying naked in bed waiting for me?

Okay, but don't let your desires run wild; you still need to consider feelings.

Sure enough, Sophie Marceau's eyes lit up with joy when she saw him: "Our legend is finally back!"

Her English was good, and her eyes sparkled with the unique charm of a devoted fan.

Sure enough, it was the reputation that ultimately attracted her.

Ian smiled and said, "Great French Rose, you have always been my dream girl."

He didn't say I grew up watching your movies, which was a bit insulting.

He took off his coat as he spoke.

Monica Bellucci gently approached and said, "Let me do it; your arm isn't very convenient yet."

She took off Ian's coat, and Sophie Marceau stepped forward.

Then she wrapped her arms around Ian's neck and gave him a long, passionate kiss.

Ian was momentarily stunned by their enthusiasm.

But the next moment he embraced Sophie Marceau with one arm and tasted her sweet, tender, soft and delicate flavor.

After a long while, the two parted ways.

Sophie Marceau naturally pulled him into the house.

She pressed Ian down onto the sofa, sitting casually on his lap: "All these years, all I've heard are stories about you, rumors about you. You know what? I've read every single one of the reports. My God, Ian Carl, I admire you so much! You're a real man! I once called you, and your secretary answered!"

She openly displayed her infatuation with Ian, and Ian finally understood why Sophie Marceau accepted Monica's invitation so readily.

These are his own brainless fans or even sasaeng fans!

Isn't this something that can be done with just a phone call?

He wrapped one arm around Sophie Marceau's soft waist: "My secretary didn't tell me this; she failed in her duty."

Sophie Marceau gently kissed Ian's cheek: "Don't blame her, I didn't tell her my name. I was conflicted, you know? I wanted to control myself, but I didn't know if you liked me. Luckily, Monica called me. I was so happy to hear that."

Ian nodded slightly.

He stroked Sophie Marceau's beautiful face and smiled, "I can see that. It is my honor to have the beautiful Sophie Marceau so captivated."

"It's our pleasure," Monica said, leaning closer and considerately putting her arm around Ian's neck. "Do you need me to go out?"

Ian replied, "That depends on Sophie's wishes."

Sophie Marceau cupped Ian's face in her hands and smiled, "I'll listen to you. I know your limit isn't just two hours and twelve minutes, but is your current physical condition suitable?"

Ian laughed: "It doesn't matter."

"Let's talk about something first, there's no rush," Monica said, pouring a glass of wine and handing it to Ian. "How about we talk about something else first?"

As she spoke, she naturally removed her clothes, revealing her beautiful figure.

Uh……

If you're going to chat like this, it'll really test your willpower.

Sophie Marceau sensed his changes and became increasingly excited.

She held Ian in her arms and gave him another long kiss.

It felt like she was enjoying me?

It's okay, I don't care about that.

The only problem is that Ian originally intended to only try it out, but with Sophie Marceau being so proactive, it's likely that his short-term contract will be upgraded to a long-term one.

Ugh!

I can never bring myself to be ruthless; I'm just too much of a saint!

………………

The next morning.

He was freed from the embrace of the two beauties.

Ian glanced out the window, picked up the phone, and said, "Edith, notify Brideson and Ilzer that there are two reporters in the building across the street, they're ABCs. Smash their cameras, don't hold back!"

Then he sat down to the side, wrapped himself in his bathrobe, and began to read the newspaper.

Sunlight streamed in, and the sheer curtains shone on him.

Sophie Marceau opened her eyes, her arms outstretched, and lifted the covers.

She got out of bed, poured herself a glass of mineral water, and then looked at Ian with admiration in her eyes.

The black-haired beauty was elegant, and every move she made exuded charm.

Ian looked up at her.

The sexy beauty is completely naked, naturally displaying her beautiful figure.

So he beckoned: "Come here, sit on my lap, baby. I only have one hand, so it's not very good for me to hold the newspaper."

Sophie Marceau then walked over with a smile.

She gently sat in Ian's lap and took the newspaper from him.

Ian then gently smelled the roses, his gaze lingering on the newspaper, while his good right hand lightly rubbed and picked at them.

The latest novel is first published here!

Sophie Marceau squinted and let out a satisfied groan: "Are you sure you can stand watching like this?"

"Don't underestimate my expertise. I can even walk into you and read the newspaper, and I can recite all the contents and the hidden information behind them."

Sophie Marceau chuckled, "Alright then, tell me what hidden information is in this report?"

Ian's hand moved downwards in a restless motion.

Sophie closed her eyes and let out a soft moan.

Ian said softly, "Although the draft EU constitution has been passed, it will not help the EU to integrate further. The EU summit at the end of the year is destined to fail to pass the constitution-making process. This is my little prediction."

Sophie opened her eyes in surprise and looked at Ian: "Are you sure?"

"Of course. The United States and Britain will not allow such a thing to happen," Ian smiled.

Sophie muttered, "Damn Americans... well, not you, Ian Carr. You're always so charming and adorable!"

She turned her head and gave Ian a long, sweet kiss.

Then she turned and leaned against Ian again: "Continue."

Ian chuckled, "Cole's stock price will temporarily rise after they launch a new product, but it won't be long before they suffer a market crash. You can short them."

"Why?" Sophie moved slightly, her cute, perky buttocks lifting up a little.

Ian understood what she meant.

He smiled and kissed Sophie's soft earlobe: "Because I know their products have major flaws, I will expose them and make a little money, not much, just ten or twenty million."

Sophie let out an "Ah".

She leaned back against Ian, accidentally pressing on his wound. Ian held back his groan so as not to disturb the beautiful atmosphere.

Sophie groaned, "You're so bad, Ian Carl, but I love it."

"Which part is bad?" Ian asked with a smile, reaching out to pinch Sophie's cheek.

He put his finger in Sophie's mouth.

Sophie looked at him with seductive eyes, gently nibbled on Ian's fingers, and softly said, "Every part of you is bad."

Ian sniffed the strands of hair, savoring the sweet scent.

At that moment, he felt a pang of regret.

Perhaps I shouldn't have injured my arm for the sake of the news.

No, no, that's too decadent a thought.

I may have beautiful women, but I will never let them supersede my reporting.

So he lifted Sophie's chin: "There's something I have to admit I was wrong."

"What?" Sophie blinked her beautiful eyes at Ian.

Ian said softly, "It's impossible for me to keep up with the news while having you. You're so captivating, I can't be distracted."

As he spoke, he grabbed the newspaper, tossed it aside, and whispered, "I'm going to eat you first!"

Sophie laughed happily, her expression as shy as a young girl's.

(End of this chapter)