Victor felt as if he was dreaming.

In the middle of the night in Hollywood, a girl hugged herself, and she was the peerless Marilyn Monroe in the history of film, although she is now just a 14-year-old girl.

14 years old, just a flowery age!

"What are you afraid of?" Victor looked at Monroe, looking at his small and delicate face, his chest was warmer than ever before.

"Fear of thunder and lightning." Monroe looked at the heavy rain outside the window.

Victor smiled and stretched out his arms to hold Monroe in his arms: "It's okay, go to sleep, I'm by my side."

"Yeah." Monroe nodded softly from her nose, closed her eyes, held Victor's waist tightly with both hands, and soon made a uniform breathing sound.

Victor lowered his head and looked at Monroe, looking at her long eyelashes, her blonde hair, and her slightly frowning brow, and then he couldn't help but lower his head and kissed Monroe's forehead gently: "Sleep, sleep well."

...

When Victor woke up, it was already dawn and the rainstorm had stopped. The rain dripped down the branches and leaves of the trees. The birds were chirping on the branches and the sky was clear.

It's a good weather.

Victor struggled to get up, but found that his arms were completely numb.

Turning his face, his blue eyes staring at him.

It's Monroe.

"Are you awake?" Victor smiled.

"I woke up, I've woken up long ago." Monroe smiled sweetly.

That smile is like a wild lily blooming, so beautiful.

"When you wake up, get up and have a meal. Little lazy." Victor laughed and walked to the bathroom to find out. Monroe stood beside him in her pajamas, obediently squeezing toothpaste and handing the towel.

"Victor! Victor!" The door of the room was kicked open with a bang, and Leo, who was biting the bread, rushed in. When he saw this scene, he was stunned.

"Victor, you are a bitch! I thought you are a gentleman!" Leo lowered his head and said in Victor's ear.

"What's wrong with me?" Victor wondered.

Leo left Monroe: "Your fucked last night... huh? um!"

Victor suddenly realized and smiled, "You have shit in your mind! What a mess you think! Mary, change your clothes, let's go out."

"Yeah!" Monroe agreed happily and went to change her clothes.

"Last night, really didn't?" Leo didn't give up.

"Not really! Am I that kind of person?" Victor shrugged.

"I can't say it's true!" Leo gave Victor a blank look, looked at Monroe jumping out of the door, and sighed: "Damn, I should start early! You are a bitch!"

Victor was amused and crying: "Do you have anything to say when you came in just now?"

Leo slapped his head: "Look, I almost forgot the serious matter! John got all the equipment and asked you to go and see it. By the way, there is also that Jenny Grant, who is here, is outside."

"Oh!?" Victor quickly washed his face, wiped it randomly, and walked out.

In the living room, John Ford and others were having coffee with Grant.

Seeing Victor come out, Jenny Grant gave Victor a hug: "I can't tell, you are moving so fast, and you have only been preparing for filming in just a few days!"

Victor smiled bitterly: "Jenni, we are a small company and can't afford to drag it out."

"I can't say that, I still have confidence in you, especially that script." Grant said.

Victor asked Grant to sit down and said, "What does Chris Bernano mean about this script?"

Grant's face turned red slightly: "I brought the script to him. After reading it, he didn't show any special performance. He just asked me who wrote the book. I told him that it was written by you, so he nodded, put it away, and told me to wait for a while."

"Damn it, it's not obvious that he is not interested!" Leo had a bad impression of Chris Bernano and immediately started cursing.

"You can't say that," said Grant. "Chris, his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are rarely reflected in his face. Based on my understanding of him, he absolutely likes this subject and story, and if he didn't want to do it, he would have told me straight."

"Then why do you think about it?" Leo said.

"Thinking is thinking, is there still hope?" Grant said.

"Jenni, no matter what, I still want to thank you. Whether Chris invests money or not, we must arrange this movie, and we will start soon. Haha." Victor pointed outside.

Outside, Parker was counting two vehicles of equipment.

"Uncle John, you have brought these equipment so much, Fox..." Victor was worried for John Ford.

"Don't worry about it. They can't control me in this matter." John Ford smiled and then scratched his head: "There are equipment, and I can also find ordinary people in the crew, but Victor, photographers are a problem. The better photographer of 20th Century Fox is now full of work. For a movie, there is no good photographer, but it's very troublesome."

"It's a little trouble." Victor frowned.

Nicholas Sink laughed: "What's the hard way? Leave it to me."

"Leave it to you? Nicholas, you can take pictures?" Victor was startled.

Nicholas said: "You don't know my origin. Mr. Marskolov was one of the few theater tycoons in the United States. In order to make money, he not only had a large number of theaters under his jurisdiction, but also organized people to shoot movies by themselves. At that time, I was the top photographer. Later, when I went to Hollywood, I was also in charge of the photography department at MGM, but I just didn't do it myself."

Victor was still a little worried and was blocked by John Ford.

John Ford pointed at Nicholassink: "Yes, yes! Forgot this old boy. Victor, leave it to him for shooting, don't worry!"

John Ford said this, Victor no longer doubted it. What he could praise was enough to show Nicholas Sink's strength.

"When will you start shooting?" Grant smiled.

Victor calculated: "The equipment staff can be all in one week. In this week, I will go to Los Angeles to see the scenery, and basically the venue can be handled. The shooting will start next week."

Grant: "How long does it take to finish the filming?"

"At most, two months." Victor said.

"Two months... It's August now, and in two months it's October. My God, Victor, you must not do this!" Grant stood up as if he remembered something.

This action made a group of people confused.

"What's wrong?" Victor wondered.
Chapter completed!