King of Hollywood

Chapter 505: Chapter 226 This is Actually Not My Work

The film began with an inexplicable atmosphere right from the start, especially with the dizzying opening credits which stirred a low hum of discussion in the otherwise quiet theater. Despite everyone knowing that the Miracle Director’s style was varied, such a random and even somewhat baffling opening was a first. How did such a joyful dance even resemble a crime thriller?

The murmurs quickly dissipated, just as mentioned before, the Miracle Director’s style was varied, and if he chose to start the film this way, it was his prerogative. Soon, the movie officially began with Naomi playing Rita/Betty being coerced and then getting into a car accident. She stumbled out of the car and down a steep slope, finally collapsing in the bushes outside a house.

Naomi’s red hair with golden highlights didn’t quite suit her after it was dyed black, so Adrian had the stylist darken her hair color to a deep brown. This achieved the desired effect without diminishing her beauty. Coupled with her frustration from her divorce case and being played by Adrian, she captured the bewildered and disoriented feeling of Rita/Betty very well, making one can’t help but want to protect her. In the theater—or rather, in the back rows—a few tsk sounds emerged as soon as the female lead, with her arms hugged, collapsed on the ground.

The sound was fleeting and soft, but Naomi heard it very clearly. That was the advantage of sitting in the back row. Yet her expression did not change, her gaze remained fixed on the screen, wholeheartedly waiting for the audience’s verdict after the film. Even so, she cast a glance at Adrian sitting beside her from the corner of her eye; he was sitting upright, also intently looking at the screen.

She couldn’t help but think back to the matter from the afternoon. She had only said those words because she didn’t want to be at a disadvantage, and she regretted them as soon as they left her mouth. Given Adrian’s character, how could he not take a stance and make her play along? So would she play along or not? Unexpectedly, he just laughed it off without bringing it up again, leaving her with a sense of hitting at air.

The damn guy. Despite often cursing him internally, she always sighed afterwards. She couldn’t see through this man; whenever she thought she had anticipated his next move, he would always surprise her. For a woman like Naomi, especially after nearly a decade of an almost fruitless marriage, she hated this feeling and also sensed the danger.

“Just wait and see, no need to rush,” Naomi told herself in the end—that was all she could say—and returned her attention to the screen.