System in Hollywood

"I'm going for a walk. You guys carry on," Wayne said, getting up and heading out.

"Do you need me to go with you?" Hannah instinctively blurted out, but the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it, wishing she could slap herself.

Why go with him? To watch Wayne flirt with a new woman?

However, realizing that there wasn't much point in staying there once Wayne left, she decided to follow him out of the audition room. After saying a quick goodbye to Wayne, she got in her car and left on her own.

Of course, she wasn't planning on ending this job or her relationship with Wayne.

Quite the opposite. She was actually heading to the shooting club to resign, and while she was at it, she would pick up Wayne's newly obtained gun permit.

Though a bit annoyed by Wayne's flirtatious behavior, she still hadn't managed to escape his charm over the past few days and had completely fallen for him.

Whether for her physical needs or emotional needs, Wayne was still her best option.

"Whatever, that guy's stamina is so insane that I can't handle him alone anyway. He can find as many as he wants, as long as I'm satisfied!" Hannah muttered to herself.

With that thought, her mood improved considerably.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Wayne approached Anne Hathaway, who had intentionally lingered around after her audition, thinking about how to create a beautiful encounter to get closer to her.

"Hello, Annie, can I call you that?" 

The sudden voice startled Anne, who was lost in thought. When she saw that it was Wayne approaching her, a glimmer of excitement shone in her eyes.

"Of course, Mr. Anderson!"

"Just call me Wayne," he said with a princely, graceful smile, which instantly made Anne feel a bit dizzy.

He's just too handsome! Anne couldn't help but scream internally, and her original plan became even firmer.

"Director James Wan thinks there were some issues with your performance in the audition just now," Wayne continued.

Still immersed in her own world, fantasizing about snagging Wayne and becoming a superstar with his help, Annie quickly snapped back to reality. Her face changed slightly, and she hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Wayne, I was too nervous just now."

"I could tell," Wayne replied with a smile. "But I can also see that you have a lot of potential as an actress, which is why I convinced the director to give you another chance."

"Oh, really?" Annie sighed with relief and then asked, "Should I go in now?"

"No need," Wayne explained with a smile. "I believe these two roles are well within your capability, and you can decide which one you'd like to play."

Annie was taken aback. Since when could a small-time actress with no achievements or fame like her choose which role to play?

But being clever, she quickly understood Wayne's intentions, flashed a shy smile, and said softly, "Well, Wayne, could I invite you to dinner and maybe you could tell me more about these two roles and their requirements?"

"Of course!"

Wayne was pleased with how smoothly things were progressing. He maintained his elegant smile, though inside, he was already feeling a surge of excitement.

After all, this was Anne Hathaway. Even without the rose-colored glasses of a previous life, her looks and charisma alone were enough to excite him, weren't they?

Half an hour later, Wayne drove his Ferrari F360, taking Anne to a high-end restaurant he had visited a few times before.

Since it was already one in the afternoon, the restaurant wasn't very crowded. Plus, neither of them was very famous yet, so they didn't have to worry about being recognized.

"Annie, you're from New York, right? I've never been to New York."

The two chatted like friends, and with mutual interest in mind, they quickly became familiar with each other.

As Wayne anticipated, clever Annie didn't bring up any questions about the roles during the meal, as if she wasn't concerned about them at all.

It wasn't until after dinner, when Wayne drove her to her hotel, that she invited him up for a cup of coffee and to discuss the roles.

That certainly sounded more professional, didn't it? 

But regardless of the pretense, the process and the outcome were the same.

In the small hotel room, Wayne only needed to take a tiny step forward, and Annie, blushing, fell into his arms.

This time, her blushing wasn't fake; it was her first time, so she was understandably a bit nervous.

But that didn't affect her determination.

After all, this was Hollywood. From the moment she decided to step into this world, she was prepared for this.

As for choosing a role, that decision had already been made during dinner.

"One of these roles is, and the other one is..." Wayne didn't exaggerate or boast; he honestly described the characters' screen time and importance.

Upon learning that both roles were just ordinary supporting parts, it would be a lie to say Annie wasn't disappointed.

However, looking at Wayne's handsome profile, she quickly adjusted her mindset.

After all, making a movie is no joke. As the owner of the production company, Wayne has to be responsible for the entire company. It's impossible for him to give a no-name like her a lead role in a film with millions of dollars invested.

Besides, Wayne already has a girlfriend, so the lead role wouldn't be hers, at least for now.

"So, Wayne, which one do you think I should choose? I'll follow your advice."

Wayne carefully admired her beautiful face, a perfect blend of allure and purity, and said with a smile, "Sweetheart, do you know what your greatest advantage and potential are? It's your princess-like, beautiful face. So, if you want to leave a lasting impression on the audience and boost your fame quickly, you should showcase that advantage as much as possible."

He was referring to the role that didn't have many lines but had several close-up shots.

It was somewhat similar to the role played by Huang Shengyi in "Kung Fu Hustle," just with less screen time.

Annie had no complaints after hearing this.

Over the past year, she had hardly landed any jobs, which had made her lose confidence in her acting skills.

Even in her looks, she wouldn't have been so confident if she hadn't just gotten Wayne's validation, with him approaching her first.

"Okay, darling, I'll take your advice!"

The two lovers found themselves entwined in each other's embrace, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing like serpents in a deadly embrace. Wayne, his hands trembling with both fear and desire, reached up to caress Annie's soft, supple breasts, her nipples hardening beneath his touch.

"Oh, Wayne, you have such a skilled touch." Annie moaned, her voice like the sweetest of siren songs.

Wayne, emboldened by her praise, slid his hand down her body, his fingers tracing the outline of her soaking wet pussy, the scent of her arousal like the sweetest of nectars.

"I want to taste you, Wayne." Annie purred, her voice like the darkest of temptations.

Wayne, his heart pounding like the drums of damnation, eagerly obliged, his lips finding their way to the treasure trove between her thighs. He eagerly lapped at her succulent pussy, his tongue flicking against her hard, throbbing clit.

"Oh, Wayne, your skill is unmatched!" Annie cried out, her voice like the sweetest of siren songs.

Wayne, his cock throbbing with a desire that threatened to consume him whole, could wait no longer. He positioned himself above Annie, his eyes locked with hers as he slowly, inch by inch, slid his hard, veiny cock into her tight, velvety pussy.

"Oh, Wayne, you feel so good inside of me!" Annie moaned, her voice like the sweetest of siren songs.

Wayne, his heart pounding like the drums of damnation, began to thrust into her with a wild, untamed fervor, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time itself.

"Yes, Wayne, fuck me harder!" Annie cried out, her voice like the sweetest of siren songs.

Wayne, his heart pounding like the drums of damnation, eagerly complied, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust.

"Oh, Wayne, I'm close!" Annie moaned, her voice like the sweetest of siren songs.

Wayne, his heart pounding like the drums of damnation, could feel the familiar tingle building up within him, the pressure within his balls threatening to explode like a supernova.

"Oh, Annie, I'm going to cum inside of you!" Wayne declared, his voice like the sweetest of siren songs.

"Yes, Wayne, fill me up with your sweet, sticky seed!" Annie cried out, her voice like the sweetest of siren songs.

With a final, powerful thrust, Wayne erupted like a volcano, his hot, creamy cum filling up Annie's pussy, the sensation like nothing he had ever experienced before.

"Oh, Wayne, that was incredible!" Annie declared, her voice like the sweetest of siren songs.

Wayne, his heart pounding like the drums of damnation, could only nod in agreement, his body spent and his mind still reeling from the sheer intensity of the experience.

After dinner, Wayne didn't stay with the already exhausted Annie, who was too tired for any more fun. He drove off to another date.

What could he do? Before meeting Annie, he had already made plans with Charlize Theron.

As a B-list actress, Charlize had chosen a high-end bar near Century City, a place frequented by many Hollywood stars, directors, and producers.

It's also one of the favorite bars for women with some fame who aren't quite big stars yet but hope to network and take the next step.

Most importantly, you almost never have to worry about paparazzi sneaking in here. You can play as much as you like.

After all, to run such a high-end bar here, the owner must have a solid background.

"Hey, Anderson, over here!"

As soon as he parked the car and got out, Wayne spotted Charlize Theron, already waiting for him at the entrance.

With her long blonde hair, a tight black bodycon dress, her 177 cm tall, slender frame, alluring curves, and eight-centimeter high heels, she stood out even among the bustling crowd at the entrance.

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