After the party ended, Duke left the banquet hall and walked towards a reception room. Sophie Marceau was still waiting there, but the distance between the two sides was not far, but he walked very slowly. He wanted to use this time to consider some issues clearly.≧

Although he only talked in the banquet hall for a few minutes, Sophie Marceau's words and small movements were vaguely provocative. If it wasn't obvious, it was enough to give people a hint. After all, this is Hollywood, and Duke knew very well what those provocative and provocative means.

This is exactly what he finds strange and wrong.

Since Sophie Marceau rejected him in the Los Angeles branch of PwC, the two have seen him several times in the past few months. Whether it is in public or private encounters, Sophie Marceau is very polite to him and obviously keeps a distance. Duke also thinks this is normal. If Martin Bob's customers get close to him, there will be problems.

Now, Sophie Marceau came to the door with his own initiative, almost spreading his legs and shouting "" Is this normal?

Although Hollywood hated each other and suddenly saw each other, it felt like they were looking for a place to mess around when they came, and there were not a shortage of male and female celebrities who continued their previous state, Duke never minded looking at this circle with the worst view, especially female celebrities in the circle.

Maybe it was Sophie Marceau who suddenly felt that he had been unable to receive a suitable drama and wanted to take the directorial route, or maybe it was because of the scattered temperament of this French woman, just wanting to pursue excitement...

This is his own territory, and he wants to see what tricks this French woman can do.

The boldness of the French woman is undoubtedly shown on Sophie Marceau. Duke just walked into the reception room and greeted her. Her dreamy smile showed enough temptation.

"I never forgot the kiss in Dublin."

She stood there pretty. Her sexy figure in a short dress was clearly black and white, and her body was filled with irresistible enthusiasm. "It has fascinated me for a long time and missed me for a long time..."

Sophie Marceau slowly closed her eyes and raised her chin gently. She knew how attractive she was now.

If it were before entering Hollywood, Duke would have walked forward and kissed the two bright red lips in pain. Now he resisted the impulse in his heart, because the cruel law of survival told him that the most beautiful ones are sometimes the most deadly ones.

"I miss you very much, Sophie." Duke stepped forward, about two feet away from Sophie Marceau. "Do you know how charming you are?"

Opening her eyes, Sophie Marceau's mouth was raised. The thoughts in her eyes flashed and there were many rumors about Duke in the circle. Many people know that this young director likes to hunt for beauty and is a famous playboy. According to her original ideas, these young men who are often driven by the impulse of the lower body have no resistance to her...

"I don't think about some things. You should know the pressure on your customers." Sophie Marceau immediately thought of the crux of the matter and said calmly, "My agent Martin Bob prohibits his actors from getting too close to you. I'm just an actress in the non-English speaking area, and there's nothing I can do, and I'm married."

With his head tilted, Duke just looked at her.

Sophie Marceau quickly said, "I'm going to fry Martin Bob and caa..."

This statement did not seem to be fake, and then she said extremely seriously. "I am free. I divorced a few months ago. I want to pursue a brand new love."

Her brown eyes were full of emotions, and Wuluo didn't seem to be acting in any way.

With his hand stretched out, Duke gently lifted her chin. He lowered his head and got closer to the two red lips. Just as he was about to kiss it, Sophie Marceau suddenly supported his hands on his chest.

"Duke!"

After looking at the reception room that was completely incompatible with the needs, Sophie Marceau wanted to do some preparations. The upper body leaned back and widened the distance from Duke, but the lower body took the initiative to touch it and gently twisted his hips, "Can we change the place?"

"Go to my bedroom?" Duke thought for a while and suggested.

The two of them were linked together, like the closest couple, left the reception room and walked up the second floor, entering Duke's bedroom.

As soon as he walked into the bedroom, Sophie Marceau said, "I want to take a shower first."

"It's better to be together." Duke pointed to the bathroom. Sophie Marceau put down his bag and came over to print a light mark on his lips. "Dear, don't be in a hurry, okay? We have a whole night."

Seeing Sophie Marceau disappear and the bathroom door slammed, Duke suddenly sighed that with the acting skills he showed tonight, even if he did not become a director in the future, he could become a successful actor. This is at least at the Nebula Award level.

He seemed impulsive...well, he admitted, too, but tried to stay rational.

Sophie Marceau did give a reasonable explanation, and in Hollywood, no matter how outrageous things happen to men and women, it is normal, but Duke always felt that something was wrong. He wanted to see what Sophie Marceau wanted to do.

In the bathroom, Sophie Marceau turned on the shower and let the sound of a whirring sound come out. Instead of standing below, he took off all his clothes, walked to the mirror of the bathroom, pulled out a thin nylon rope from the lining of the dress, and tied the rope to the wrists of both hands with a skillful technique, and tied it with a slip knot. Then the two hands that were close together broke out with force. The nylon rope was deeply trapped in the white skin.

The pain immediately came from her wrist. After a little relaxation, Sophie Marceau repeated this movement again, using force, relaxing, and then exerting force. The nylon rope left a deep mark on her white wrist.

Confirm that the marks will not disappear in the short term, Sophie Marceau's frowning gradually relaxed, rubbed his painful wrist, calmly untied the nylon rope, put it in the pool in front of him, unscrewed the faucet and soaked in the water for a while, took it out and threw it into the corner near the door of the bathroom.

This is not enough. Sophie Marceau understands this. Even though rumors of a SM game between Duke Rosenberg and Madonna Sicone have been circulating in the circle, she is not a woman like Madonna who can cause destruction. She is not sure Duke Rosenberg will do something similar.

Moreover, in all the rumors, Duke Rosenberg did not really touch Madonna...

That should be a man with a bottom line, but Sophie Marceau has already figured out a strategy and she can do some things in advance.

The eyes swept through the bottle placed on the washstand, the shampoo bottle...too thick, the facial cleanser...too thick, the shampoo...too thick, the Gillette shaver...too sharp, the toothbrush...too thin, the cologne...it seems to be almost the same.

This is a glass bottle, a man's cologne that has never been used before, Sophie Marceau held it in his hand, and the uneven glass surface was very frictional in his wet hands, and it did not slip at all. She turned the bottle over and let the bottom of the bottle face up, and her eyes fell on the round bottle as thick as a baby's arm, flashing a hint of determination.

Holding the Cologne bottle's right hand, slowly fell down, slid across the towering chest, flat belly, and slender waist, and finally stopped between the white and slender legs.

Sophie Marceau bent down, found the right place, exerted force with his right hand, and pushed the cologne upwards, one, two, three...

At the beginning, her movements were still very slow and her brows were tightly frowning. The feeling must be not very good, but then she probably adapted. Her speed was getting faster and faster and her strength continued to increase. Until she saw the beautiful face in the mirror twisted and deformed due to pain, she stopped.

Taking out the cologne bottle, Sophie Martho took it in front of him and took a look. He stood in front of the washstand straight, endured the slight tingling sensation from his lower body, put the bottle into the pool, applied shampoo to clean it, took a tissue from the side, put it on his hand, and put the cologne bottle back to its original place.

In front of the mirror, Sophie Marceau looked at his white and smooth body again, and suddenly placed his hands on his towering chest. He pinched his hands a few times in the lower part that were not easy to pay attention to. He then picked up the shampoo and walked under the shower that had been spraying water, taking a quick shower.

"Dear, have you finished washing?"

Duke's voice came from outside, and Sophie Marceau's voice was a bit sweet, "Are you anxious? It'll be fine in ten minutes!"

Sitting outside on the sofa, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Duke slowly tapped his fingers, his head, which was a little dizzy due to impulse, gradually calmed down and began to think about what was next with the worst mentality.

If Sophie Marceau really has some ulterior motives, what is her most powerful weapon now? It must be that she is beautiful and sexy, and can almost touch the appearance of all normal men...

For some reason, Duke suddenly thought of another Frenchman, Roman Polansky, just fell in front of women, and it is still hard to tell whether there are other things behind it. In the eyes of the Jewish club in Hollywood, Polansky was designed.

With his eyes falling on the cabinet between the door and the bathroom, Duke gradually made up his mind. Although it was a bit immoral to do so, if Sophie Marceau had no other purpose, he would just delete it completely afterwards. If she wanted to do something, she could record it and serve as evidence.

In this circle of fighting for fame and fortune, you must pay attention to protecting yourself at any time. Protecting yourself is far more important than damaging others.

Duke has always been an action-oriented person. He walked to a cabinet behind the bedroom door. Last time Scarlett came here to play, he took the Sony mini-dv camera upstairs and placed it here...

After turning on the power supply, choosing a good angle, debugging for a little while, and finding appropriate cover, Duke decided to learn from Teacher Chen once.
Chapter completed!