Chapter 1021 Arriving on the Set

After chatting with Donovan for a long time, Song Ya called Sloan in halfway. It was not until the old Mike came to remind him that the group left the hotel and went to the football stunner.

"Where's Donovan?"

Halle noticed that Donovan's car had left the convoy.

"He's back in Los Angeles."

"Now? Didn't he just arrive?" Harry asked again.

Song Ya, who was staring out of the car window in a daze, gave a nasal 'hmm'.

The tropical scenery in southern Florida is very beautiful. The sun passes through the palm trees and billboards swept back by the roadside at high speed. The sky is pure and immaculate blue. It should be the coastline.

Suddenly wishing to have some... More specific feelings, so he lowered the car window, and the slightly salty and humid air instantly poured into the car. He greedily took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand out of the car window , the sea breeze is really warm, and the golden sun shines on the palm, as if it can be touched.

So he started to turn his wrist and move his fingers again, silently letting go and observing the light and shadow flowing between his fingers.

"Actually, I don't recommend you to do this." Old Mike reminded.

"Sorry, Mike."

After apologizing, I pressed the button. For safety, the car glass with the dark privacy film was raised again, and the car air conditioner quickly dispersed everything outside.

"What's the matter with you? Are you still alive and kicking this morning?"

Of course Harry noticed his mood change and asked.

"nothing."

"No wonder." Harry kissed him on the cheek flatteringly, "You know? You are especially attractive when you are not talking, a quiet masculine charm."

"hey-hey……"

"Don't hey, don't grin Nger, destroy the character design."

Harley is still very good, Song Ya turned to look at her, with a beautiful slapped face born to eat on the big screen, a circle younger than most children, "Um..."

"John Carley."

Harry was about to stalk her like an octopus when her phone rang.

"Thank you, Sloan." Song Ya reached out to take the phone, "Hey, Mr. Cali, what, remember my number?"

John Carley said: "APLUS, there is something. Today your people want to drive our producers and staff from the football stunner crew out of the set on the grounds of security. Please coordinate it. This is against the rules."

"I know."

Song Ya replied while pushing the face of Harley, who was eavesdropping, away, "Actually, I ordered it. They need to pass a new security audit before they are allowed to enter the set with a certificate. It's not troublesome. It will take a day or two." .”

"You don't have the right to APLUS, the studio belongs to Columbia Pictures."

John Carley said unkindly, "The authority of the issuer's personnel must be guaranteed."

"Ha! Now I don't care about your people's authority. Do you read the news John? I was almost killed by a car. Murder! The mastermind is your colleague, Tommy Motura!"

Song Ya said loudly, "And you must know about it. You have been making excuses for not answering my calls for a long time. I am very surprised, what good will it do you if I hang up? Huh? The football stunner has no male lead,

What good does a failed Columbia Pictures project do to you? Oh, I remembered, you didn't invest much money in the project at all, and you made money. Anschutz and I are the producers. We rented your studio, so what do you say now? I have the final say there! "

"I'm not answering the phone because you're always attacking us on some... what forum! OK?"

John Carley also raised his voice, "Don't spread rumors, don't say things without evidence...Okay, okay, I understand your mood now, but let's not talk about this topic, okay? At least our people can't be bullied by your rough The bodyguards rushed out of the set on the spot, otherwise they might not be respected by the crew when they go back."

"You don't deserve respect, accomplice!"

"Isn't it okay to communicate like a normal person? God! Where did that sensible boy go? Columbia Pictures is not Sony Columbia Records. My people will not pose any threat to your safety. We can accept security clearance, privately. .”

"No problem, the premise is that you have to support me publicly, otherwise, after the Los Angeles police get sufficient evidence of Motura's involvement in the case, the price will not be the same."

"I told you not to talk about that topic!"

"no way!"

Harley smiled and listened to the man's domineering quarrel with the CEO, one of the top seven, who usually represented the most powerful person in Hollywood in his own conception, and seemed to have the upper hand. She couldn't help being proud of it. In the front seat, Ms. Sloan was looking intently at the rearview mirror, as if...

She put her head next to the man's ear again, and sure enough, she happened to meet Ms. Sloan's eyes in the mirror, and she detected the kind of emotion she had suspected for a long time in the eyes of this professional elite.

Sloan frowned slightly, but didn't dodge.

Harry smiled provocatively at her, kissed the man's cheek again in a bitch, and then kissed deeper and lower.

Old Mike drove the car into the studio, and Harley saw a lot of cars queuing up outside the parking lot. The drivers were irritably honking their horns, and some people poked their heads out and complained loudly to the bodyguards guarding the entrance. because it was blocked from entering.

"Follow me."

There was a voice from Old Mike's intercom. He slowed down the speed of the car. A tall black bodyguard trotted in front of the car, leading the team all the way into the building that was not supposed to be used for parking.

As soon as the car stopped, Sloan rolled his eyes and immediately opened the door to get out of the car.

Harry licked his lips and was about to go out to tease her, "Wait." Song Ya stopped him.

When the Mavota and the muffler of the front car came over and opened the rear door, they stood outside the door like two iron towers, "It's ok." Song Ya nodded.

Coincidentally, Harry was holding hands by him, and before his head was exposed outside the car, a group of white men also came out of the building, holding large cardboard boxes containing documents in their hands.

Harley recognized that the first one was a well-known producer of Columbia Pictures, and immediately thought of the conflict between Song Ya and John Carley on the phone before, so she dawdled for a while.

"As for it?! APLUS..."

The producer also recognized Song Ya, and shouted angrily behind the wall separated by the bodyguards.

Song Ya didn't look at them at all, and Yaoyao gave them a middle finger.

The group of people didn't make a difference, so they had to leave one by one, panting heavily.

"Hey, Mr. Yeremov."

Harry saw Yeremov who was poking his head inside, leaned his body to Song Ya's side in one step, and greeted loudly.

"Boss, Harry."

Yeremov claimed credit when he came up, "I just kicked out all the people from Columbia Pictures, and I won't be allowed to come back if I don't obediently apply for a new certificate."

"Well done." Song Ya patted him on the shoulder as a reward.

Several people walked into a small door, which turned out to be the depths of the backstage.

"The Los Angeles case, what else do I need..." Yeremov led the way.

"Well……"

Song Ya interrupted him, "I have given full authority to William Morris on that case, and they will stare there until it is settled. You don't have to intervene unless Donovan needs your help, and then don't ask too much. Just do it."

"I see. Uh..."

In front of another door, Yeremov hesitated, put his hand on the doorknob but did not pull it open, and sneaked a glance at Harry.

"What?" Harry didn't understand the meaning of his wink.

"Uh..." Song Ya scratched her head, "Harry, can you wait for me over there with Ms. Sloane?"

"Which side? Okay... okay."

Harry had to separate from him.

Song Ya and Yeremov walked in. Before the door was closed, Harley saw Xue Linfen inside. The woman in loose casual clothes had small glasses on her nose and was holding a document. She lowered her head and talked with a staff member. Confess something.

Seeing Song Ya go around behind Xue Linfen from the last gap, smiling and hugging her suddenly, Harley suddenly felt empty, and his nose felt a little sore.

"This way, Ms. Berry." Sloan reminded from the side.

"oh."

She turned in a daze, staring at Sloane's heels that were kicking behind him.

"Please come in."

Sloan opened another door, and only then did she notice the corner of the other's mouth slightly raised, "Hehe, I don't care...you can laugh if you want, Bitch." The black accent blurted out.

"Alas! I never thought that Venus is so gentle on the outside, but actually so cruel!"

It turned out that the little girl Angelina Acker was also in this room, and she was reciting lines from Shakespeare's plays aloud.

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