Angela returned to Boston on the second day after returning from Pixar. After all, she will take a two-month leave of absence in a few dozen days to go to Poland. At this time, she should not waste too much time on her studies. Even if you are a scumbag, you have to get enough credits for graduation. Otherwise, it would be a big joke if the famous talented lady can't graduate after three years.
As for Lindsay, Angela decided to do nothing for the time being after thinking about it for a night, because Lindsay, unlike Anne and Alizee, has a complete family. Legally speaking, even if the children's agency could intervene in the investigation and find a way to strip the Lohans of custody and put Lindsay and Ellie in foster care with another family, it would be too early to talk about the Masons in order. Besides, Dina Lohan is just more greedy for money and not a jerk like Michael Lohan, so it is necessary to use some special shady means to achieve the goal, but it is probably very inappropriate to do so as a public figure.
More importantly, no matter how jerk and unqualified Michael Lohan is, he is still Lindsay's father. Even if the little girl is very attached to Angela now, and regards her as her safe haven, she may not be able to accept Angela. Feel free to mix it up with your own family.
But not doing anything for the time being does not mean doing nothing. Angela not only told Jessica to take care of Lindsay before leaving, but also seriously told the little guy on the phone to call her if anything happened. Confess that she will always be her most loyal listener, and will give her at least one letter or a few phone calls a week like Alizee did.
On the other hand, Angela will let him find someone to investigate Michael Lohan carefully after the matter in Sparrow's hands is over.
When the time is right, she will have a good talk with this bastard. If he is willing to listen to his advice, it will be fine. If he still does his own way, he must suffer a little. Of course, the most important thing is that if he dares to tempt the little guy to try things like cocaine, even if Lindsay hates herself, Angela will not hesitate to throw this guy into prison for the first time.
"Hey, Angie, why don't you go out for a walk?" Benita, who returned to the dormitory, greeted Angela who was sitting on the sofa, "Most of the reporters outside Cambridge have left, and the weather is getting warmer now. It will rust if you are always bored in the dormitory."
"It's better to be rusty than to go out and be surrounded by some people and ask stupid questions like 'how did you meet' or 'are you really dating'." Angela pouted and continued to draw something on the drawing board.
"Speaking of which, you should have brought it on yourself." Benita burst out laughing, took off her coat and threw it aside and sat beside Angela: "Who told Gyllenhill to molest Gyllenhill? ."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm an idiot." Angela raised her head and rolled her eyes at her.
Knowing that the other party was somewhat dissatisfied, Benita stuck out her tongue and looked at the drawing board in Angela's hand to change the subject: "What are you drawing? It looks like... a movie split?"
"I'm sorry, this is a commercial secret, you can't read it." Angela immediately covered her drawing.
"So mysterious? Is it your next work?" Benita shrugged needlessly, turning her attention to the books on the coffee table: "This is... The Holocaust, The Pianist, and Anne's Diary, when did you become interested in the history of World War II? Or do you want to write a paper on that history?"
"Forget it, mainly because I'm very interested." Angela replied vaguely, just at this moment Benita's cell phone rang, and she took the opportunity to take the drawing board and books back to the bedroom.
"Angie, I went out beforehand." Benita turned off her phone and put on her jacket again.
"Be careful on the road." Angela stuck her head out, and was completely relieved until the other party disappeared at the door.
For more than half a month, her main energy has been tinkering with the script and drawing sub-shots. In order to collect materials and do them well, she has become a frequent visitor to the Harvard University library. Although Angela added some original things to the script and drew corresponding sub-shots, these are just for backup. If there are no special circumstances, she will not add it to the film production, because she always feels that she is in control Something has arrived, but it may slip away from your fingertips at any time.
Do you really want to go to Paris? Angela tapped the drawing paper with a pencil and fell into contemplation.
Benita walked quickly along the path to the agreed place, thinking about Angela who was mysterious before. To be honest, she never thought that one day she would live in the same dormitory as Miss Genius.
Benita didn't really pay attention to Angela for a long time, it should be from the release of "Titanic" at the end of 1996. Although she also knew that there was a talented lady in Hollywood before, and had heard her songs and watched her movies, but she always liked it more. In her cognition, Angela was similar to those first-line female stars-until "Titanic" number" appears.
Like many people, Benita has watched this masterpiece several times in the cinema, and also cried several times for the love of Ruth and Jack, and "My Heart Will Go On" is more than a hundred times. So when she saw that Angela won the best costume, the best song, and the best soundtrack in a record-breaking manner at the Oscars, she was really surprised, and then she was curious about the collection of Miss Genius. information, so the long list of titles stunned her again.
"I never thought that an underage girl could do this." Benita once said to Angela after Angela moved into the dormitory and the two became acquainted.
"But you didn't show too much enthusiasm when I first moved in?" Angela asked curiously, "I even have some doubts that you are the kind of person who is friendly on the surface but likes to do small things in private."
"You are too self-righteous, Miss Genius! Does everyone jump over to hug you and refuse to let go?" Although Benita mocked her a lot, she still explained: "Because when When I knew you were willing to move to a college dorm, I knew that you must be different from other kids from rich families, and you know that many rich kids choose to rent an apartment outside rather than live on campus."
"But I also rented a house outside, and it's still a villa." Angela reminded with a smile.
Benita rolled her eyes at her: "But at least you lived in the school most of the time, didn't you? From that moment I felt that we were similar in some way - I still live in In school. So I think we can communicate well, and it turns out that my judgment is correct.”
"That's it, I never thought I could give people such an impression when I live in the dormitory." Angela said solemnly.
"Smart but hard to learn - busy with her work most of the time; attractive and friendly - except for men; very disciplined - also makes very few friends. That's how you get me, of course, only part of it." Benita Shrugged, "You're like a fan when you talk too much, and you can't always guess what you're thinking."
That's right, she can't always guess what she's thinking, and Benita, who was walking on the road, continued to think, and the most incredible thing is that she seems to have a very attractive magic! Benita couldn't tell what that was, but Angela did attract herself.
"Benny, you seem to have gone overboard." A voice came into his ears at this time, and Benita hurriedly looked around, only to realize that she had passed the statue of John Harvard.
"Sorry, Hannah, I think things are overthinking." Benita hurried to the statue.
"Okay, let's talk about things first." Hannah Makepeace, the president of the sorority, clapped her hands and greeted a few girls around, "I have already decided on the planning of the weekend party, and the preparations are basically not Change."
As she spoke, she sent the printed materials in her hands to the girls: "The basic situation is all here, you can see for yourself, there are only a few small changes, Janice is in charge of the food and Colleen is going to contact the brothers. The band that will be there, and the outside parties in the East Side, will be handed over to Benita to be solely responsible."
"I'm in charge?" Benita asked in surprise.
"I don't think Benita has the ability to be in charge of the peripheral parties in the Eastern District." A girl also said with disdain.
"There is no ability without a chance, Verina." Hannah said with a smile, and then patted Benita's arm: "Let go and do it. If you need someone, just let me know."
Benita sighed and glanced at the information in her hand, then whispered in her ear, "I know what you're thinking, Hannah, I can't guarantee she'll come."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you do your best, of course, if Angela agrees, remember to notify me in advance." Hannah was still smiling, and then raised her voice: "Then that's it, I will arrange for some people to come and help yours."
After the sorority members left, Benita rolled the information into a tube and tapped it in her palm. After thinking for a few seconds, she left the statue. She did not go back to the dormitory directly, but turned around in the campus.
Speaking of which, she was also curious why Angela always declined the invitation to join the sorority, knowing that there were not many people who could make the sorority fraternity send an invitation.
"I may not be in school for a few months in the future, so in order to let them use the places for people who need more and want more, I'd better forget it." Thinking of Angela saying this to herself in private, Beni Tower couldn't help but want to shake his head.
Forget it, forget about it. Benita pinched her chin, so let's think about how to convince Angela to join the party.
"She plays the violin really well, but it's a pity that she only comes here every few days to play."
"It's just a mediocre level of performance. I heard her play several instruments at Perlman's New York recital a few years ago, and they were all very good. I don't know why she didn't go the classical path."
A couple walked past Benita, and the girl who heard what they were discussing blinked, and then she noticed the faint sound of a violin, followed her to recognize the surrounding environment and thought about it, and then quickly familiarized herself with it. run to the location.
Under the tall arbor, Angela, who was wearing a brown coat, put the violin on her shoulders. The long bow plucked back and forth on the strings and pulled Tchaikovsky's "Melody". The melodious sound of the violin attracted me. A large number of students listened around.
After the song, Angela put down the violin, smiled and bowed gracefully to the classmates around her. Warm applause suddenly sounded, and many people called for another one.
At this time, Benita squeezed into the crowd and gave Angela a look. Angela nodded knowingly and put the violin in the piano case, then shrugged to the crowd: "Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, today's performance That's it, see you next time."
He pulled up Benita to the direction of the dormitory amid the disappointing complaints of people, and stopped after a long journey.
"Didn't you draw your sub-shot in the dormitory? Why did you come out now?" Benita asked with a smile at this time.
"Some people said that staying in the room for too long will cause rust, so I came out to relax." Angela put the violin case on her back, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"
"Why did I find you when I had something to do? Couldn't I just walk by unintentionally?" Benita asked deliberately.
"In that case, you'll be booing with them in the crowd, instead of winking at me to get me out of there." Angela spread her hands with a smile.
"Okay, I'm looking for you to ask..." Benita thought about it before opening her mouth. "There's a party on the weekend, a party outside the sorority, are you interested in participating?"
"Party? Oh, God, Benny, I've told you many times..." Angela rolled her eyes just as she was about to refuse, but suddenly stopped, squinted her eyes and looked at Benita before saying again: " Come on, why did you suddenly send an invitation?"
"Because Hannah entrusted me to prepare this party in the Eastside," Benita blinked with a smile, "So, can I participate in this party in order to support me?"
After hesitating, she added: "I know what Hannah is thinking, so it doesn't matter if you refuse."
"Can you guarantee that there will be no excessively loud music throughout the party?" Angela said after holding her chin for a while.
"No problem, let's play some light rock at most, how about you?" Benita was overjoyed and agreed.
"Can you promise you won't make me come out and sing or something?"
"It can't be guaranteed, but it should be kept under control."
"Can you guarantee there are no men at the party?"
"… Angie!"
"Okay, okay, I'm just joking," Angela raised her right hand with a smile, "You know what I hate the most, so try to eliminate these factors in preparations."
"I can only say try... wait, so you've agreed?"
"Obviously, I have no other choice."
The light is slightly dim and yellowish, but the interior scenery is still clear at a glance. The house is divided into two compartments. The wide, unfurnished outside is the ballroom, and inside are decorated sofas, coffee tables, and various snacks. The big cream cake in the middle of the coffee table is quite delicate.
As for wine, which is absolutely indispensable in a college party, there is a bar in the corner with several high stools outside, and the counter at the back is full of wine bottles. I have to say that Benita is still preparing for the party. set.
Angela is sitting on the high stool at the bar now, looking bored at the young people talking in twos and threes. Although the music outside is deafening, it is not heavy metal music, and there is still a wall, so it is still within the acceptable range. .
Let's grind it to the end, Angela said in her heart. She doesn't like this kind of party, it's a little too indulgent, which is just the opposite of why she doesn't like high-end cocktail parties. Or to put it this way, because the brand of her previous life made Angela more reserved, not to mention that she is still a beautiful woman. In short, if she had to choose between hitting a wall and flirting with men unscrupulously, she would definitely choose it. hit the wall.
"Hi, Angela, it looks like you're alone." A voice came from the side.
Angela rolled her eyes in her heart after seeing the person clearly, it was actually "Gossip Boyfriend" Jack Gyllenhaal.
"Obviously I'm not a conjoined twin." The girl glanced at Gyllen Hill, who was holding a glass, and shrugged.
"No, I mean... I'm sorry... No, I mean..." Gyllenhill said a little embarrassedly, as if he didn't know what to say, and finally turned to the wine glass in his hand: "You don't drink ?"
Angela wanted to say no, but in order to get rid of him as soon as possible, she nodded: "I don't like drinking too much wine, just taste it occasionally."
In order to increase her persuasion, she also turned her head and beckoned to the woman who was in charge of handing over the wine at the bar, and without thinking about it, she called out, "Byuna, add ice to my glass of whisky."
Soon the amber liquid came into Angela's hand in a wine glass. She smiled and raised the glass to Gyllenhill. The other party had no choice but to raise the glass and take a sip. Angela simply took a gulp.
However, when the hot liquid went down her throat, she quickly coughed and seemed to choke in her throat. Gyllenhill wanted to pat her on the back, but raised her hand and put it down.
Fortunately, Angela didn't cough for a long time, and then she covered her forehead with her hand and muttered: "God, god, this feeling... this feeling... "
"Are you all right, Angela?" Gyllenhill asked cautiously next to him.
Angela let out a long sigh, and when she looked up, her face had turned into a red apple.
"I think something is going to explode." She said with a little giggle, and then drank the whisky in her hand, "Wow, it's really extraordinary!"
Gyllenhill next to him was a little unclear, but Angela didn't seem to want to stop, and asked Biyona to pour her another glass of whisky and drank it again, and then began to sigh again.
After looking at the eyes of the young people around him, Gyllenhill stepped forward and held Angela's hand, but before he could speak, his wrist hurt and his arm was twisted behind his back. He flew up into the clouds and then fell heavily on the ground, feeling dizzy for a while, as if his soul had been dropped.
Then, I heard a roar full of energy: "Look at you, there is no one who can fight!"