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Chapter 363: Chapter 364: A Prophetic Thought

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[Chapter 364: A Prophetic Thought]

"How could there be so many? I remember saying this with only five or six people around." Jennifer Connelly's expression was filled with excitement. In the past, she had to put in a lot of effort to land a lead role in a small production. Now, staying at home, numerous scripts were being delivered to her door. This treatment had the young woman feeling a bit giddy. Of course, Connelly didn't forget who had given her all of this. She leaned affectionately against Eric, saying, "I'm not too sure. It might be that some information accidentally leaked out. Since you left these past few days, someone has been bringing scripts every day. They even delivered some to Jim. Jim was completely taken aback, thinking someone had made a mistake and mixed up the scripts. He called to ask about it and found out what was going on, so all the scripts ended up here."

Eric picked up a script and flipped through it casually, recalling Connelly's agent, Jim Lister. He asked, "Did Jim give you any feedback?"

Connelly shook her head. "The people delivering scripts to him were not people Jim could offend, so they all came for you to decide."

Eric chuckled and replied, "That's fine. Based on the movies I helped you pick out before, Jim's judgment wasn't great."

"Actually, he's not that bad. It was just that we didn't have many choices back then," Connelly said weakly, defending Jim Lister, who had been managing her career for many years.

Eric didn't respond. He glanced through some information about the script deliverers and tossed the papers on the coffee table, smirking, "They sure have calculative motives. There aren't that many free lunch opportunities in this world."

These producers clearly intended for him to pick out suitable scripts that they could produce to make money off his fame, even potentially dragging him into the mix at the end.

Feeling Eric's displeasure, Connelly shrank her neck slightly, but her gaze worriedly lingered on the pile of scripts, fearing that if Eric got upset, he might throw it all out. During the days he had been gone, she had already set her sights on several scripts and even discussed them privately with Jim Lister. However, Connelly knew that although these people were ostensibly inviting her to star as the lead, they were really aiming for Eric, and she didn't have any decision-making power.

"It's too late. Let's talk about it tomorrow," Eric said as he stood up. "Sweetheart, I'm going to take a shower. Can you prepare a glass of warm milk for me?"

"Sure," Connelly nodded. She watched Eric leave the small living room, turned off the TV, tidied up a bit, and took a reluctant glance at the stack of scripts before she turned off the lights and walked through the hallway to the west side kitchen.

...

In a past life, having always aspired to be a film director, Eric had no idea how many movies he had watched or how many notes he had taken.

However, clearly, the total of all the movies he could recall paled in comparison to Hollywood's annual film output. After breakfast the next day, Eric started reviewing the stack of scripts for Connelly; he looked through a dozen or so but didn't find any familiar titles from his memory.

Of course, there were many promising scripts amongst them. Those who sent scripts, hoping to collaborate, certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to submit low-quality ones. Any script that made its way to the Liberty City Manor had clearly been through rigorous selection. Even if a project hadn't been officially started, these scripts were likely high-priority considerations.

From the genres of the scripts received, it was obvious these film companies had done their homework on Connelly's background before sending them. They knew exactly what she was capable of.

Unfortunately, among those projects, there is not a single leading actress, and over eighty percent of the characters were just eye candy, with differences only in screen time. Connelly let out a small complaint about that, while Eric could only smile it off; even he had regarded Connelly simply as a pretty face. No matter how eager the producers were, they wouldn't cast a pretty face in the role of a serious actress.

"Stop complaining. If you can do eye candy at the level of Marilyn Monroe, your status will definitely be higher than those Oscar-winning actresses," Eric remarked, stacking a pile of scripts aside and pulling out another one from the pile in front of him, looking at the perturbed Connelly.

"It's not that easy; we're talking about Marilyn Monroe," Connelly said, gently rocking in her chair across from Eric, her tone filled with longing. Because of her legendary life, Marilyn Monroe was still a hot topic, while other actresses from her time, even those who were a bit more famous, had faded into obscurity. Although many were still alive, none could be mentioned in the same breath as Monroe.

Just then, there was a series of beeping noises from the intercom nearby.

"Go see what's going on at the front gate," Eric instructed. Connelly put down the script in her hands and walked over. After saying a few words, she turned back to Eric with a hint of surprise in her voice, "The doorman said Rupert Murdoch is here?"

"What's that old fox doing here?" Eric mumbled but had no choice but to stand up and personally go to the door, letting the doorman in.

Despite his disinterest in Murdoch, Eric still went out to greet him. Connelly hesitated for a moment but didn't follow. She was aware of who Rupert Murdoch was. The aura surrounding such a media mogul intimidated her a bit.

...

As Eric stepped outside the villa, a black Rolls Royce pulled up and parked in the area in front of the villa.

The driver quickly got out and opened the back door. Murdoch emerged with a beaming smile. Just as Eric was about to step forward, the door on the other side opened, and Elisabeth popped out, nodding her chin in a sort of greeting towards him.

Eric grinned widely, though inwardly, he was cursing Murdoch. This old man must think he's got his finger on Eric's pulse. The first thing he does upon meeting Eric is bring his daughter along? Such deceitfulness! Sooner or later, he would end up getting her pregnant and then

abandoning her.

Murdoch exchanged a brief hug with Eric and then surveyed the villa beside them, saying, "Eric, I've wanted to come see this place for a long time but have just been too busy." "Yeah, we're all so busy. Let's head inside," Eric gestured for them to enter.

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