King of Hollywood

Chapter 493: Chapter 214 Dust Settles

“Thank you to the judges for giving me this award, thank you to my parents for always supporting and encouraging me, thank you to my agent, thank you to the film company…” the newly appointed Oscar-winning actress was giving an impassioned speech on stage. Despite the clichéd words, her sincerity was nevertheless audible. With her brown hair and slender eyes, she wasn’t particularly beautiful, but she had an appealing essence.

The award went to Helen Hunt, the leading actress of “As Good as It Gets,” with no miracles or low-probability occurrences having happened. Beside her, Gwyneth, though smiling and applauding, had an unmistakable look of disappointment on her face.

“Don’t forget, this is only your first nomination,” Adrian whispered in her ear, gently pinching with his thumb and forefinger at her palm.

“I know, but…” Gwyneth sighed, displaying helplessness and depression, then casting a slightly resentful glance at him.

Adrian knew what she was thinking; the situation had been too favorable this time. “Titanic” had received considerable praise both artistically and commercially, backed by a two billion dollar box office. Her father had done quite a bit of PR work for her, and The Godfather had lobbied on her behalf a few times. Although it couldn’t guarantee her the Best Actress award with 100% certainty, there was still a 60% or even 70% chance—provided Adrian was fully supportive.

“Think about Ms. Gloria, my dear. It’s really not a big deal,” Adrian continued to console her.

The implication couldn’t have been clearer—the Film Academy had apparently decided not to give the acting award to “Titanic,” and that seemed to be the popular sentiment. The applause just now had been at least twice as enthusiastic as earlier, nearly as loud as when they presented the original screenplay award. They were probably relieved: Despite all the Oscars you’ve won, the most significant ones might not be yours.

“I know, Ed, but that feeling of being dissatisfied… it hurts,” Gwyneth sighed again, looking at him with her lips slightly pouting, displaying a little woman’s demeanor.

“With me here, are you afraid there won’t be other chances?” Adrian murmured with a light laugh.