Hollywood Hunter

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Woke up in a strange big bed, the sky was bright.

Listening quietly to the rustling of clothes next to her, Linda Carter still couldn't help but wonder how it all happened.

Perhaps, a certain little man is too attractive, young, handsome, rich, and has no shortcomings. Maybe it's vanity, well, he took him by his side after the party last night, and the envious gazes of many women younger and more beautiful than her were a feeling she hadn't enjoyed for a long time. Perhaps, since he sat down opposite him, he has been seducing himself.

Yes.

Hitchcock's The Shining!

Heh, how could such a little man who can be called a movie genius make such a low-level mistake, he probably just wanted to relax himself: Look, Simon Westeros can make mistakes too, no big deal.

Recalling the details of last night, I originally approached the conversation with a little caution and even awe, but after his little mistake, he was no longer so restrained.

anyway.

Anyway, she was playing with fire.

She should have slept at least until two o'clock in the morning last night. She was tossed a lot, but it was indeed the most satisfying experience she had experienced over the years.

Although, my heart feels empty.

Well, not right.

Silently raised his hand and groped to his chest... Not empty in his heart, yes, really empty.

I gave birth to my son last year, and the little guy in the family is less than one and a half years old. In order to maintain her figure, she basically never fed the child herself, but unexpectedly, she was cheap for a certain guy.

"woke up?"

A voice suddenly came from the ear, and Linda Carter, who was still lingering in her mind from last night, looked at the little man buttoning his shirt beside the bed with a blushing face, replied with a sound, and pretended to be calm: "Good morning. ."

"Morning," Simon smiled and fastened the last button, "Sleep a little longer, and I'll let someone prepare breakfast for you. In addition, the driver will be waiting outside in the morning and can take you away at any time."

Linda Carter noticed a men's watch on the bedside table, stretched out a white arm, and took a look.

It was not yet half past six.

Remembering what Simon had just said, she realized something and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, a work thing."

What kind of work can she have at six o'clock in the morning, feeling that he was trying to escape, she couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

"Well, not too hungry."

Linda Carter was stunned for a moment, and her face turned even redder when she thought of something.

You bastard, of course you're not hungry.

Simon noticed the woman's reaction and realized that his answer was somewhat ambiguous, which made him a little embarrassed. He actually made an appointment for Amy's working breakfast at seven o'clock, and the subconscious answer just now was that he didn't want to explain too much.

When the clothes were finished, and the woman huddled under the sheets was still holding her watch, Simon gestured.

The woman noticed that Simon stretched out his hand towards herself, and shrank subconsciously, understood, and handed over the watch embarrassedly.

Simon casually put on his watch, looked at the woman on the big bed, hesitated, took out his wallet, opened the checkbook to fill in for a moment, and tore a check down.

Linda Carter had turned her head slightly to avoid Simon's gaze, but noticed the man's movements out of the corner of her eyes, turned her head around, and quickly widened her eyes slightly, her tone was a bit more angry: "What are you doing? "

Simon's hand holding the check paused and said softly, "No other meaning, you can just buy whatever you like."

Linda Carter glared at Simon, stopped talking, and simply turned around.

Simon looked at the woman's figure and said softly, "I'm sorry, Linda, next time I come to Los Angeles, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Bastard, you can get out."

Simon softly said sorry again, after thinking about it, he put the check lightly on the bedside table and turned to leave the bedroom.

The door squeaked softly.

After about ten minutes, the sound of the car engine was faintly heard.

The bastard should have left.

Still a little angry.

So he scolded a few more words in a low voice, got tired, couldn't help but fight with his eyelids, and continued to sleep.

I was so tired last night.

When I woke up again, the light coming in through the gaps in the curtains was already very bright. He pulled the sheet and wrapped his body and got out of bed, walked to the window and opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows leading to the terrace. The bright and unpleasant sunlight suddenly filled the whole bedroom. This villa has an excellent view. Standing on the inside of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the downtown Los Angeles at the foot of the mountain and the blue Santa Monica Bay under the sun.

I am very greedy for this kind of beauty, but I know that these cannot belong to me after all.

Thinking of what the little bastard did a few hours ago, I became angry again. Although not as rich as him, her husband is also a well-known financial lawyer with an annual income of millions of dollars. With the popularity brought by "Wonder Woman" back then, she herself has been able to get good money through TV and movie commercials and other endorsements all these years. income.

In short, she is not short of money.

Originally, this was a somewhat exciting but not too bad experience, but he wanted to give her money like he would send that kind of woman.

asshole!

After repeating the sentence again, she was not in the mood to look at the scenery again, she turned and walked to the bathroom.

Just take a shower and wear

Good clothes, picked up his handbag and was about to leave, but noticed that the check that should have been signed by him was on the bedside table. Because it is placed with its back to the cover, the numbers on the front cannot be seen.

I hesitated.

The heart said that there will never be another time anyway, just see how much that bastard signed.

Just look.

So picked it up.

Then.

One, two, three, four, five, six... yes, six zeros before the decimal point.

This is.

1,000,000? !

Suddenly a little stunned.

"Wonder Woman" is already ten years ago. In these years, the largest check she received was only $500,000, which was a three-year endorsement contract for a bedding company. For a TV movie that I recently came to audition for, if I can sign it, the salary will only be about $50,000. Participating in these film and television series is mainly to increase her exposure, so that she can continue to receive relatively lucrative advertising endorsements and ensure that she squeezes into the high-income class in the United States.

However, the sum of all endorsements and the like adds up to an average of only a few hundred thousand dollars a year.

As for his husband's money, the two were financially independent and signed a prenuptial agreement at the beginning. Although he is responsible for the family expenses, even if divorced, she may not get a one-time alimony of more than one million dollars.

Continue to stand for a while.

Thinking about her reaction in the morning, she thought that even if he was generous, at most he would have only signed a check for $100,000. 100,000 dollars, compared to her own persistence, she still doesn't like it.

It seemed that he was being rudely let him roll over.

Now.

Suddenly I couldn't help thinking that he must have deliberately tortured himself on purpose.

It sure is!

Hateful little man.

Scum!

jerk!

douchebag!

You are so generous, why don't you sign $10 million and see if I will take it!

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