No one spoke, the four women just looked at each other. Angela hesitated, her mouth slightly open as if she didn't know what to say; Kate by the stairs was expressionless, but her right hand not only tightly grasped the handrail of the stairs but also trembled slightly; Jessica lowered her head slightly. The head, the hand covering the mouth has not been removed, the disbelief is so obvious in the eyes; as for Natalie, the lips are pursed into a thin line, not over the head and the chest is slightly ups and downs, only occasionally sweeping few eyes. The atmosphere was so solemn that even the unsuspecting maid noticed it.
At this moment, a voice temporarily saved Angela: "Angie, we have to go, otherwise we will be late."
"Um... Jack," Angela finally said, "how much time do we... have?"
"It's an hour, although the journey only takes 20 minutes, considering that you need to get rid of the reporters and preparations, I still recommend that you start now." Sparrow walked over with his briefcase, as if he did not notice this strange and dignified Ambience.
"Okay... well, then... we'll... go now, anyway... this dress is quite appropriate." Angela said incoherently, her hands constantly gesturing meaningless movements.
"Then, I'll let Buckt drive the car now." Sparrow nodded, turned and walked out.
Angela didn't look back until the other party's figure disappeared at the door, then patted herself on the head, shyly glanced at the three lovers and forced a smile: "Well...I want to go out, you can...wait for me here..."
What would happen if the three of them were left here? Angela didn't want to think about it and didn't want to think about it. She only had one thought at the moment, that is to run away, don't face these things, don't put yourself on fire.
"No, no, I should go back, there are other things to do." Kate's voice rang out, unexpectedly, her tone was so calm, as if nothing had happened, she said as she went to the door go.
"Kate... you... this... " Angela, who was shocked, subconsciously wanted to keep it, but Kate had no intention of stopping at all: "Just know you're fine, I won't disturb you."
She walked out without even turning her head, Angela wanted to reach out to grab Kate's shadow, but her arm was too heavy to lift. Then, Jessica's voice rang again: "I think... I should go too."
"Jay... Jessie? How... can't you... " Angela turned her head in surprise again.
"Me too... come to see you, since it's all right... then I'd better go home." Jessica, who walked out, kept her head slightly lowered, her tone trembling, and she avoided contact with Angela.
The articulate Angela couldn't say anything, and she could only watch Jessica leave from here in a daze. After a long while, she turned her head to Natalie stiffly again, even though she wanted to keep her calm, but the pleading in her eyes betrayed all her thoughts: "Nat..."
Natalie, who was silent, finally put her head away, her eyes were flat, as if all her thoughts were buried in it, she took a deep breath after a few seconds: "Since you are all right, then I should also go back. already."
"But... but... you just got off the plane..." Angela's face turned white inexorably.
"There are a lot of flights to New York, it just takes time." Natalie said calmly and took out the phone from her handbag, "I called the taxi company, I don't need to ask someone to take me, after all, there are so many reporters outside."
Following her, she also walked out of the door without looking back. A feeling of collapse suddenly came up. Angela shook. If she hadn't leaned on the handrail of the stairs in time, she might have collapsed to the ground. After a long while, she reluctantly propped up her body and dragged her heavy steps to the edge of the sofa and sat down softly.
Why is this always the case? Angela, who had a blank face, stared blankly ahead, and after a long time, she groaned and held her face. Damn it! Damn it! I told them I'm fine and don't come here for the time being, but why don't they listen! You idiot, why didn't you speak just now? Why not run over and pull them all back? Why not tell them the truth? ! Why not do that? ! why! Where has all your courage gone!
Angela didn't understand why she didn't have the slightest fear of death when facing the bandits, but when the three lovers appeared in front of her, she was so scared that she couldn't even utter a word.
"Angie, we are waiting for you." Sparrow appeared in front of Angela again.
The girl holding her head gave him a numb look and asked in a jerky tone, "They... have all left?"
"Yes." Sparrow replied briefly and said nothing, and after a long while, Angela stood up with a wry smile: "Let's go."
Angela was in a trance all afternoon, and sometimes it took three or four times to ask a sentence before she could respond. However, when she appeared in front of the reporters, she immediately put on a radiant smile on her face. Whether it was the press conference or the individual questions afterward, she handled it very decently and was no different from usual.
This is a kind of psychological self-protection. Besides, she is already too familiar with this kind of thing that adds a shell to herself. However, as long as she leaves the reporter's sight, she will become haunted again.
"Dear, you don't seem to be quite right?" The father, who was holding the red wine, asked calmly.
"Huh? What?" Angela raised her head blankly, and smiled after she regained her senses: "It's nothing, Dad, I'm fine, it's just... I'm too involved in thinking about some things, so I'm in a trance... Huh?"
She raised the spoon as she spoke, but only when she brought it to her mouth did she realize that she was holding a fork.
"Strange, is it possible to drink soup with a fork?" Ike, who was also drinking soup, asked strangely.
"Idiot, why can't you?" Willie said to her brother, "Isn't my sister drinking with a fork?"
"But forks aren't used for soup?" Ike retorted.
"It's really not for soup, but it's not that it can't be used for soup." Willie retorted in the same tone.
At this moment, the mother coughed softly, and the little devils who were still arguing immediately shut their mouths obediently. Angela smiled bitterly in her heart, then stood up: "Sorry, Mom and Dad, I've run out."
After seeing her figure disappear from the dining room door, his father took his eyes back, waited for Ike and Willie to finish dinner and left, and looked at his wife: "I heard Jane say that Kate, Jessie and Nat today Came to the house to find Chris at almost the same time, and left in tandem a few minutes later?"
"Yes, I think there may be something wrong with Chris's relationship." The wife said calmly, but there was nothing else in exchange for her husband's "uh" sound. Elena couldn't help frowning: "Jedie?"
"What are you trying to say, Mary?" Jared put down his knife and fork, folded his hands in front of him, and looked at his wife.
"You should understand what I'm talking about, dear, this is an opportunity." Elena said seriously.
"Chance?" Jared shrugged. "Who do you want to introduce to Chris? Mr. Gross from the Einhorns?"
"Gross is a good boy, although he is not as good as our daughter, but..." Now that the topic was clear, Elena also said what she had always wanted to say, but before she was finished, her husband raised his hand to stop: "Mary, when did you become like my father?"
"It has nothing to do with being like a father, it's just a normal reaction of a mother who cares about her daughter." Elena looked at her husband angrily.
"Normal reaction? Introducing a boyfriend to Chris without knowing her sexual orientation?" Jared spread his hands.
"Are you really going to argue with me about this, Jedi?" The wife couldn't help but folded her arms.
The husband raised his hands with a smile, and after a pause he said seriously: "I remember, I told you the reason for falling out with my father, right? Chris is indeed our most outstanding daughter, and has always been Obedient and empathetic, but in some ways she's as selfish as I was! Trying to force something to change, all you get is conflict and resentment."
After a long silence at the dining table, Elena covered her forehead and sighed softly. Jared immediately held his wife's hand: "Let her face and solve it by herself, Mary, Chris is an adult."
"Well, even if you can ignore gender, how many people have maintained a relationship with three lovers for several years like her?" The wife smiled bitterly, "I think she is more like a man thinking about problems in this regard."
"Hey, that's a bit harsh, dear." Jared rolled his eyes, then pressed his wife's hands again before she could retort: "Okay, Mary, we can't get involved in things like feelings. , everything will be handled by Chris. If she is willing to ask us for advice, we will give her advice, and it is still up to her to use it or not. If she doesn't want to do it, then we will be there to guard her silently. Well, that's what parents should do."
It's true that feelings are very personal things, and they can't be clarified by casual intervention, and even the parties themselves may not be able to figure it out, such as Angela. In short, people are different, and no one can fully understand another person. Love germinates from here, and misunderstandings also arise from this, and the knots that you tie can only be untied by yourself.
Although the matter of Miss Genius in the street and the gunfight with the gangsters has basically stopped the exaggeration and propaganda of public opinion intentionally or unintentionally, although the police have held press conferences again and again. Angela herself has admitted more than once that even if she didn't propose to shoot the gangster's foot, someone would have thought of this, so the Los Angeles police were the biggest contributors to this incident.
But in the hearts of the people, she is still a great heroine, and even people who hate her will not dare to say anything more at this time. If it wasn't for Angela's multiple identities as actor, singer, screenwriter, director, and producer at the same time, maybe a producer would have come to the door waving a check.
So when she returned to Boston, no matter how low-key she was, she was immediately recognized as soon as she entered Harvard. After that, there were "onlookers" on the three floors and three floors. In the end, Angela was able to escape with the help of the lecturers and professors. Harvard students are sometimes crazy.
These days went on for a long time, and wherever Angela went, there were many curious people who came to chat up and want to know the situation - after all, the shooting of big stars and heavily armed gangsters in the street is not unprecedented but definitely unprecedented - and even There are many people who boldly show their love, but they are all women.
In this regard, Angela was very, very depressed. She wanted to drive these people away, and they were very winking. As soon as she had the intention, she immediately got up and said goodbye politely; let these people talk, I really don't want to take those repeated and repeated things. to keep repeating. However, what made her most angry and helpless was that the professors did not let her homework be released because of this.
"If only you weren't injured at the time," Angela said to Mavis angrily.
"Because I will never let you shoot at the gangster, but instead climb on the ground yourself, is that right?" Mavis asked without looking up, "Do you think you won't be able to stand like this?" On the cusp of a storm?"
"At least not like it is now." Angela sighed and spread her hands.
"To be exact, it should be much more serious than it is now," Annie, who was packing her luggage for her, interrupted suddenly. "In that case, it's you who will be hurt. Think about what it would be like now."
"Um... Maybe I won't get hurt?" Angela thought for a long time and choked out such a sentence.
Annie turned her head and gave her a blank look, and continued to pack up the things in her hands. Mavis couldn't help chuckling, and handed the information in her hand to Angela: "I have made adjustments based on your opinions above, but there are a few points where I insist on my own opinions, although your father has sent additional bodyguards , but that doesn't mean you're safer than before."
"Yes, yes, I should hire more federal agents." Angela said while browsing, "Let's discuss it on the plane, we still have time."
"As you wish," Mavis stood up, "don't think I'll give in."
"Don't talk too much, just wait and see!" Angela waved her fist at the back of her leaving.
Annie, who had a panoramic view of everything, sighed in her heart, and put all the suitcases in the bedroom: "That's all, unless you have anything else to bring."
"Thank you, Annie," Angela smiled and hugged Annie, "I don't need to worry about that with you here."
"It's my duty." Annie hugged her back, and then remembered something: "By the way, you're going to direct a movie this summer, right? Maybe... Lily can go to work in your crew."
"Oh?" Angela raised her eyebrows.
Annie made a few gestures, and finally said the truth: "You know, when you're editing here, Lily will always go to the studio to work. So she decided to make some pocket money this summer too, I... some Don't worry, so I thought maybe you could offer her an assistant or something, after all, you admit that she does a good job as an assistant."
"I don't deny this, but..." Angela leaned in front of Annie with a half-smile expression.
Annie leaned back slightly, her eyes wandered before she looked at Angela: "But what?"
"It's nothing." Angela grimaced and looked away, "I'll give her an assistant job, but she has to agree. If she refuses, there's nothing you can do."
"When did Lily reject you?" Annie asked back, and then added, "I'll tell her."
"Then... that's it." Angela suddenly sighed and sat down slowly beside the bed. The original happiness was suddenly replaced by depression.
Annie couldn't help frowning slightly, and after thinking for a few seconds, she asked carefully, "You guys... are you still like that?"
Angela was silent for a while, then slumped to bury her head between her arms, "Yes... I think... I feel like we are strangers... We are all on campus, but I want to find her unless I stay in the dormitory. Otherwise, it would take a lot of work... and... and even if I found her, I didn't know what to say... I was distracted after a few words... She was always polite and polite... even went back to the dormitory and said 'hi' 'It's all... faint... I don't know how..."
Seeing the sad look of the girl, Annie opened her mouth but then closed it again. This kind of thing is not something she should be involved in. So she just put her hand on Angela's shoulder.
Angela took her hand and raised her head with a wry smile: "And now I'm going to see another... Refused to answer my call... Even if I talk, I won't be able to talk for a few minutes... "
Annie still didn't say anything, just put her other hand on Angela's arm and patted it lightly. After a while, she looked at the time: "It's time for you to go down, Angie."
The place to go this time is Little Tail on the east coast of the United States, Florida on the Gulf of Mexico. The crew of "The Devil" chose a picturesque town called Cannesville as the filming location, which is said to be not far from where Erin Warnos once committed the crime.
"Welcome, Miss Angela." Director Ike Cochling and Pixar's head Gail Anthony were waiting outside the set early.
"Thank you, how is the situation now? I heard that it's not bad?" Angela, who had largely disguised herself, got out of the car and shook hands with the two of them in turn.
"Yes, Miss Kate is very good. I think she has a very good understanding of Erin. I believe that with your performance, this will be an amazing movie." Director Ike touted her a little.
"Thank you, I hope I have done enough homework." Angela under the sunglasses seemed to be smiling, "By the way, is Kate in there?"
"Yes, I'll take you there." Ike made a gesture of invitation.
Turning back to say hello to Mavis and Alizee, Angela took a deep breath and followed the director to the set.