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"CUT. Do it again."

Edward was not satisfied at all, but he didn't call NG, just because he promised Josie to let her perform first.

Josie stopped, stood in the original position and brewed for about 2 minutes, indicating that she could continue to shoot.

"Mrs. Lowe, I just wanted to comfort her at first. I can't imagine that Mr. Lowe can be so hard-hearted, because his wife is so beautiful...and some things are beyond control...Please forgive me, Father."

"CUT. Come again."

"Mrs Lowe, she's a lonely woman, and I thought I was just soothing her soul - until she asked me if I could kiss her. I was terrified, but... I didn't say no, and I couldn't say no. Excuse me I, Father."

"CUT. Nice tears."

"Mrs. Lowe, she is very sexy, her tits..."

"CUT. Well, I admit that this line really doesn't suit you, we should use a more elegant way."

There are more than a dozen shots of this playful shot.

In the end, Edward, who was in charge of the camera himself, no longer commented on Josie's performance. It was not until a beam of sunset fell from the window lattice of the confession room on the tear in Josie's right eye that he mercifully called for a timeout.

The aura-filled director frowned in thought, resting his chin on his left hand, as if he was still dissatisfied with the shot.

Josie couldn't help but ask, "Am I acting badly?"

"No, it's the opposite." Edward waved at her, telling her to come over and watch the video replayed on the monitor, "At the beginning, I wondered if you could control yourself to shed only one tear every time... But now, I think we've captured a fantastic picture."

He couldn't help laughing as he spoke, and shrugged innocently under Josie's dissatisfied stare, but he couldn't help feeling a little regretful in his heart.

It's a pity because the shot just now was so beautiful that it didn't fit the style of this movie at all.

It is conceivable that when a young priest meets such a beautiful little maid, why would he even glance at another woman?

Well, so he decided to keep it for himself.

Not even a DVD release.

Josie couldn't read minds, and couldn't see Edward's decision from his increasingly unsearchable expression, so she just silently watched the samples by his side.

Moving her lips, she still said tactfully, "Ed, you may be more suitable for making dramas."

"I've discovered this." Edward admitted that the joke he thought didn't have the effect he originally wanted. "After I actually directed the tube, I realized why there is only one Woody Allen in this world."

"This is just your debut novel," Josie said again.

"Yes." Edward bent his lips, and his eyes fell on Josie's sincere and beautiful face, "So don't worry. I won't be hit because I didn't get an A+ in the exam."

It's just paying tuition, everyone has a first time.

The most important point is that Edward believes that his work is generally stable and qualified as an entertainment film, but there are not enough surprises, and there are still many deficiencies in details.

But just like what Josie said, a debut novel of this level can already be achieved.

Up to five years.

Edward was thinking in his mind that if he had accumulated a certain amount of experience in the early stage and then adapted a profound and serious literary work, if he succeeded, he would almost be able to cross the line smoothly.

Then wait another five years. It is estimated that his career as an actor will fall into the final bottleneck. At that time, he can switch careers and retreat behind the scenes to do something more meaningful.

In fact, in Edward's view, it is an inevitable trend to act well and direct, because truly ambitious creators will never stop exploring and breaking through, and will always maintain strong curiosity and vitality.

Doesn't Josie think so too?

After a while, Edward arranged for the crew to clean up the scene, looked at the time on the watch, and said to Josie who was about to leave, "Shall we have a meal together?"

Josie blinked and looked at Edward: "Have you decided on a location?"

"No." Edward acted like a sudden idea, "but I guess there won't be any restaurant in Manhattan that refuses 'Josie Horton', so how about letting me get the honor."

This is true.

But no restaurant would refuse "Edward Norton". After all, with his current popularity, he can already sit in the restaurant's reserved seat.

Josie was amused by Edward's humorous tone, so she didn't refuse his proposal.

The place for dinner is not a street restaurant, but a high-end restaurant with good privacy. It serves improved Cantonese cuisine, and the taste can only be said to be useless.

Afterwards, Edward personally drove Josie back to Park Avenue.

——He selectively ignored the fact that Josie brought her own driver and bodyguard. Fortunately, she didn't insist on reminding him so perplexingly.

Traffic in Manhattan is always terrible, especially during rush hour.

No one is in a hurry at all, just chatting in the car, and these two people will be very good chat partners as long as they want to.

"I'm very happy today." Edward turned his head and smiled faintly at Josie who was in the co-pilot seat. "To be honest, I didn't expect you to agree, nor did I expect you to come."

Josie turned to look at Edward, "It seems to be the same thing."

Edward shook his head and replied, "No, it's not."

It took Josie two seconds to figure out what Edward meant. He probably thought that she would be perfunctory like she did with other people. It was one thing to meet her face to face, but another to turn her head away.

"Don't worry, if I don't like it, I will let you know." She said.

"I hope I won't have this opportunity." Edward said again, "If I succeed in directing, can you give me a friendly price and let me ask you to be my heroine?"

Josie smiled and said, "Let's wait until you succeed, Director Norton."

"Okay." Edward didn't care, "Since you call it that, do you want me to call you 'Oscar Winner. Best Actress. Hollywood Superstar. Horton'?"

"..." Josie was speechless, so she could only laugh and scold: "Shut up, you! You're crazy—won't you be embarrassed when you say such a long list of titles?"

Edward laughed, triumphantly.

As long as he is not embarrassed himself, it is naturally other people who are embarrassed, isn't it?

After laughing, he called Josie again.

"What?" Josie raised her eyebrows at him angrily.

Edward couldn't help laughing, coughed to cover it up, and then asked, "Seriously, if I give up the award season plan, will it make you feel unhappy or make it difficult for you to do it?"

"It's too late for you to say this now." Josie just wanted to roll her eyes, but in fact she did.

After all, she should have been sprayed by Arnon Milkan, and she should have been sprayed behind her back long ago—so it makes sense for him to say this now?

It is estimated that Arnold Milkan would not easily consider cooperating with him unless it is very profitable.

Edward only said: "You know, it is impossible for Oscar to nominate me consecutively."

This is true.

Academy judges are always more demanding on popular male actors. The average age of their awards is a little older than that of actresses. However, the Oscar bonus for male actors is very limited, and many box office stars don’t really care about whether they can win awards. .

"If they don't give it and you don't do it, it's two different things." Josie didn't want to continue this topic, "That's the end of the conversation, I should go."

The car parked under the tree-lined road, and the moonlight had already climbed up the treetops.

Josie didn't ask Edward if she wanted to go upstairs for a cup of coffee, and Edward didn't want to unbuckle Josie's seat belt, but just got out of the car and opened the door for her.

Then say goodbye to her: "Goodbye, have a nice evening."

"Goodbye——" Josie got out of the car, but paused on the steps at the bottom of the building, and said back, "Happy birthday to you too, Ed."

After the words fell, the expression on Edward's face didn't seem to change, and the smile still lingered in his blue eyes, leaving a little smile line at the corners of his eyes.

He didn't speak any more, just leaned against the car and waved to Josie, watching Josie enter the luxurious apartment building.

so good.

Such a beautiful day.

When she returned to the mansion on the top floor, Josie asked someone on the phone to pick out a perfect gift and flowers to send to Edward's apartment, and ordered an oversized cake and flowers to go to the backstage of Josh Jones who was on tour lounge.

——It was only in the car that she realized that today was the other party's birthday, and it was also Josh's.

In the future, the assistant will still be asked to remind her of each friend's birthday in advance according to the form.

The separate entrance elevator arrived, and the Horton House was brightly lit at this time.

Mr. Frank Horton, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was having a party at home, and when he saw Josie came back, he just nodded rather coldly. It was obvious that he was very busy tonight.

Recently, it was the critical moment for Frank to counterattack the opposition headed by Bronson. He did not allow the sky capital he created to fall into the hands of those idiots, so he recruited some foreign aid.

Among them is Aix, who Josie is working with.

Ax didn't take the initiative to talk to Josie at first, he was also in the center of the crowd.

The hedge funder of fame, wearing a navy-blue couture suit with the top two buttons unbuttoned in Dandyist pomp, simply raised his glass to her from afar, smiling slightly.

Frank's lawyer friend John Triest came behind Josie at some point and said, "Good evening, Josie."

"Hello, Uncle John." Josie turned to look at him and asked directly, "Do I need to avoid it?"

She had just come over from the set, and she was still wearing some smudged photogenic makeup on her face, and she was wearing very simple everyday clothes, which obviously didn't fit in with the party in front of her.

John Triest smiled and replied: "If you have time, you can chat with everyone. You know, many people in Manhattan are very curious about you."

Josie immediately understood what the lawyer meant. It seemed that Frank had really worked hard recently, otherwise she wouldn't have come out to help.

Upstairs, her room at home has been maintained regularly, and it still looks like a long time ago.

Josie's heart moved slightly.

I took the time to take a battle shower, and when I went out to the cloakroom, I saw a lot of new seasons that hadn't even been removed from the labels. The number was not very large, but there were special personnel to manage each season.

Josie put on a well-tailored white jumpsuit, and when she returned to the hall downstairs, she had already regained her stardom.

Ax came over and said, "I thought you didn't like this kind of occasion. By the way, this suit suits you very well tonight."

Most young girls attending this kind of business party usually choose a more secure little dress, but Josie doesn't follow the rules and chooses a pair of trousers that are easy to walk in.

But who would pick her fault?

Because she is Josie Horton, one of the most valuable Hollywood stars today, the owner of the Unicorn Company, and then the heiress of the Horton family.

Even if Frank Horton was in a slump, the connections and resources represented by the name Josie Horton were enough for her to gain a firm foothold in the top social circle.

"Thank you. So what's going on with Vivendi?" Josie got down to business as soon as she opened her mouth, which inevitably made the self-proclaimed popular diamond bachelor habitually feel frustrated.

But Ax is also a work-first person.

"Your information is correct. It took Don a lot of effort to find out that someone has already selected the CEO's New York palace on Park Avenue." Aix smiled slightly, looking even more personable, but he didn't say anything. The sentence was not a sarcasm, "Messer took a fancy to the penthouse on Park Avenue, which has a 360-degree view and overlooks the whole city. Of course, the value is also amazing, $700 million."