Chapter 317: Small vase #

After breakfast, Eric took Janssen to outside the estate where a red and white Bell helicopter was already parked on the helipad. The pilot saw Eric and quickly jumped down from the helicopter, walking towards them. He was a tall white man, almost two meters in height, with a light stubble on his face and a sharp gaze. He had a military demeanor in his speech and actions, and Eric guessed he must be a retired soldier.

“Hello, Mr. Williams, I’m Mark Billman,” the tall man introduced himself to Eric and the lady.

“Hello, Mr. Billman,” Eric shook his hand. “I presume you already know your task?”

“Of course,” Mark Billman nodded and then turned to the lady. “Miss Janssen, please follow me.”

“Eric, I still feel…” the lady looked at the helicopter and then turned to Eric, still hesitant.

Eric embraced her and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s okay, Fami, you’ll get used to it.”

“Miss Janssen, are you worried about airsickness? Don’t worry, it’ll only take about ten minutes from here to Karabasas. It’s fast,” Mark Billman assured her.

Seeing Mark Billman speak, Famke Janssen didn’t say anything anymore, or it would embarrass Eric. Soon, the lady boarded the helicopter.

Eric stepped back and waved at the slowly rising lady, watching the helicopter gradually become a small white dot and thinking that perhaps he should hire a dedicated helicopter team. This way, he could save a lot of time between the city and the estate. Moreover, compared to private planes, helicopters were much cheaper. The price of a helicopter was only equivalent to a high-end sports car. Even if he hired a team responsible for helicopter driving and maintenance, it wouldn’t cost much in a year. Besides, this way, he could also protect himself from the paparazzi. It’s not realistic for them to chase after a helicopter.

Returning to the villa, Eric walked towards the space chair where they had entwined the night before. Seeing the scattered fragments of the gorgeous red silk around, it was obvious that it was the remains of the expensive evening gown from last night. He casually picked up the scattered fabric and stuffed it into the garbage bin. Then, Eric sat down on the space chair and looked out at the sea sponge, thinking about what had happened yesterday.

Since he had made some decisions, Eric had no intention of changing them. With his previous women, including Drew, although he would often be dominant and say things like “you’re my woman,” if they were determined to leave him, Eric had no plans to stop them. Having lived two lives, he was already very open-minded about many things, but now he had decided not to let such things happen again.

Eric was determined to gather all the women he fancied around him. This was not a delusion as he could give them everything they wanted, whether it was material things or fame and fortune. The women who could enter Hollywood didn’t they pursue name and profit?

Therefore, he would give them everything they wanted, and in return, they must give him what he wanted. This was a fair exchange. Of course, all of this was based on strength. When Eric had enough power in Hollywood, those women who took what they wanted but didn’t want to pay for it would have to think carefully about the consequences.

Famke Janssen was the first in his plan. After spending most of the day together, Eric had roughly figured out the personality of this tall lady. She was proud, independent, and had some feminist tendencies. However, at the same time, Famke Janssen also longed for the luxury and extravagance of Hollywood. This was why she did not refuse the Beverly Hills property that Eric had gifted her during breakfast.

If it were not for Eric, it might have taken the lady a long time to acquire all of these things. In her past life, Famke Janssen had always been a second-line actress in Hollywood. Although she appeared in the “X-Men” series as Jean Grey, compared to Halle Berry, who played Storm, the lady could only be considered a small vase. In Eric’s memory, the lady eventually went through a bottleneck in her Hollywood career and switched to starring in American TV dramas.

Now, although Famke Janssen had been arranged by Eric to play the leading role in “The X-Files,” this TV series would definitely have a deep impact on her acting image. However, as long as Eric was willing, it would be effortless for her to transition to the big screen, and even develop in both film and television simultaneously.

Of course, there are prerequisites to getting all of this. After thinking for a moment, Eric got up with a smile. Now, it’s time to deal with the other woman’s matter.

……

Jennifer Connelly woke up early, still feeling groggy as she looked around the bedroom, clutching her blanket. As a girl, she quickly realized that this was clearly a girl’s room, and there were no signs of violation on her body, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. There were only a few vague fragments in her mind, and she found it difficult to recall what had happened last night. She only remembered feeling a bit upset, so she drank a lot of alcohol and got very drunk. Then, there was nothing, and she woke up here.

The faint morning light gradually gave way to sunshine, and the bedroom became brighter and brighter, to the point where the curtains were unable to block it out. Just as she was feeling bewildered, the bedroom door was pushed open, and she quickly pulled the blanket around herself, looking nervously at the doorway. A girl wearing a dark blue long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans walked in, saw her wide-eyed and smiled, revealing two front teeth: “Miss Connelly, are you awake?”

Jennifer Connelly vaguely remembered this girl as being Sofia Coppola, Francis Coppola’s daughter. She had just met her at the party last night. “Hello, Miss Coppola, may I ask, where is this?”

“This is my house. You got drunk last night, and Eric let you sleep here.”

Eric, Eric Williams.

She quickly remembered the young and spirited figure she had seen from afar last night and heard Sofia Coppola’s words. For some reason, Jennifer Connelly suddenly felt a little aggrieved and tears welled up in her eyes.

“What’s wrong? Are you still feeling bad? You drank quite heavily last night. If it wasn’t for Eric, you might have…” Seeing the girl’s eyes fill with tears in an instant, Sofia Coppola asked with concern. Soon, Jennifer felt that it would be better not to mention what had happened last night.

“I’m fine,” Jennifer Connelly shook her head and hesitated before asking, “What about him?”

“Him? Oh, you mean Eric. He went back,” Sofia Coppola said.

The girl shrank in the blanket, and a feeling of disappointment surged in her heart.

After saying a few words, Sofia Coppola sat down on the small stool by the dressing table and asked somewhat gossipy, “Hey, Jenny, what’s the deal between you and Eric? He got so angry for you last night and almost fought with the person who brought you here. Everyone could see that he really likes you. But he also said he hasn’t seen you in a year?”

When Jennifer Connelly heard this, she was stunned but only shook her head and didn’t answer. She really didn’t know how to answer.

Seeing that the girl didn’t want to talk, Sofia didn’t force her and continued, “By the way, when he left last night, he found your address book and called someone named Tim Lester. He asked him to come and see him at 10 o’clock in the morning. Tim Lester is your agent, right?”

The girl was stunned again and murmured softly. At the same time, a faint hope rose in her heart. But this hope was not for her acting career, but because she heard that guy was still paying attention to her.

Sophia Coppola was chattering away when a maid knocked on the bedroom door and said, “Miss, it’s time for breakfast.”

“Oh, we’ll be right there,” the young girl replied, then turned to Jennifer Connelly and said, “Let’s get up and go to the restaurant together.”

Ten minutes later, Sophia led a freshly washed Jennifer Connelly down to the restaurant on the ground floor. Several people were already seated there, including Francis and Eleanor Coppola, Sophia’s brother Roman Coppola, and Nicolas Cage, who had not left since the previous night.

Seeing his daughter bring Jennifer Connelly into the restaurant, Francis Coppola greeted her warmly, “Good morning, Miss Connelly. Did you sleep well last night?”

“Very well, thank you for your concern, Mr. Coppola,” Connelly replied shyly, nodding to the other people in the restaurant.

Last night, Francis Coppola had looked at her with the same appraising gaze one would give a beautiful vase. But now, his tone was that of a kind elder, which made Connelly feel a little flattered and unsure of how to react. Before she knew it, Sophia had led her to the table, and the maid had expertly divided their breakfast into two portions.

“So, Sophia, are you really planning to listen to that kid and not play the role of Mary Corleone?” Francis Coppola quickly shifted the conversation to his younger daughter as soon as the two women were seated.

Upon hearing this, Connelly pricked up her ears. She sensed that Francis Coppola was referring to Eric Williams, and Sophia quickly confirmed her suspicion.

“I think Eric has a point. I have no acting experience at all, and I don’t want to ruin Dad’s hard work because of me,” Sophia said.

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