Reborn to Dominate Hollywood

"Ladies, how was it tonight?" the two ladies smiled at each other, and Ian asked.

"It's stressful. "

Amazing. The

answer was diametrically opposite, but on a strange level, Ian was able to understand.

"Alexandra, I'm not a person who goes around in circles. But what if I could get the details of your agent?" Ian asked, her eyes visibly lit up. She waited for him to continue what he had to say. "I want you to be the protagonist of my next film. "

You.... What?" Alexandra immediately asked rhetorically, her facial features exclaiming.

Considering that they didn't help her situation much, she was reluctant to meet some of the directors she met during the meeting.

A wrong movie could take her down a career path, and it won't do her any good.

But the person in front of me... She knew exactly who he was.

Scarlett, on the other hand, covers her mouth with her hands because it's so surprising – and most importantly, it's so exciting.

One thing that both actors and actresses know is how a film with Ian Renner will lead you to the top of the industry in one way or another.

This is mainly because she has proven it many times, but Alexandra knows this could be a great opportunity for her.

-

Ian saw the woman in front of him, with the same facial features, figure, and smile as Alyssa on Earth, and it was no joke, he must have sensed something that he couldn't fully understand.

In the world before Ian, Alexandra Anna D'Addario was an American actress.

She made her breakthrough as Annabeth Chase in the Percy Jackson film series.

She then went on to become one of the most influential actresses Hollywood has ever seen.

Ian had previously liked the way the actress worked hard in the fierce competition of Hollywood.

Since she has a rather messy and messy history, Ian is sure that an actress like Alexandra has a lot to help her take her to the next level in her career.

Speaking of this life, he doesn't know the woman in front of him at all, just a B-level actress.

But at the same time, it also reminded him of the script he had been working on, which could open up an opportunity for the young friend to socialize with Ian, which could also be a major breakthrough for her career.

"Don't act too surprised. To be honest, I haven't seen a single movie you've acted in, but with what I know about Scarlett, I can say that you're very talented.

"How does that make sense, Ian?" asked Scarlett immediately, which made all three of them laugh.

"Well, that's it," Ian said, walking over to the bar and ordering a drink.

To his right, sat Scarlett, and next to Scarlett sat Alessandro Daddario.

"It's late, and it's cold," Scarlett said, shivering as she ran her hand over her cold elbow.

"Oh shit, yes. I wish I was a man so I could give you my blazer," Alexandra said jokingly, as it was getting later and they were both feeling a little cold.

"Well, I don't want you to be a man, you know. Otherwise, how could you be so sexy as you are now," Scarlett said, and Alexandra blushed terribly under her gaze.

Ian raised his eyebrows and looked at Scarlett, who winked at Ian.

"It's a little too much, ladies. I guess I might as well go to the bar for a quick spin," he said, walking away from them, unable to hide the urge to take them both on the spot.

"He's kind of cute, not kidding," Alexandra whispered to Scarlett as soon as she left the house.

Scarlett raised an eyebrow and nodded, "Everything about him is lovely. She replied.

"What—y'all y—" Alyssa's mouth changed to an "O".

"I thought the whole world knew about it now, like, just you don't know it yet," said the other lady as she drained her entire glass of wine that had been so busy with her life. "I don't think... He'll refuse, you know. You can as long as you want," she said, blinking again — again.

Scarlett's eyes looked very sultry.

Maybe it's the alcohol in their system, but the night is unexpectedly lascivious and pleasant.

-

Ian puts his hands on Scarlett's back and she slowly responds to his attention to her, moving his hands up and down his body very gently.

The two shared a very passionate kiss, with Scarlett's mouth pressed against his lips.

"Well, that's promising," Scarlett gasped as she fell to her knees.

"That's true," Ian commented. "Let's enjoy the moment. An

hour later, the door opened, and the beautiful actress Alexandra appeared, dressed in a beautiful, form-fitting white dress.

Ian beckons Alexandra over, and she decides to kiss him frantically.

The night spent in the hotel room was outrageously amazing, but there was so much more to come after the movie premiere hours ago, and now Ian may not care.

However, reality is about to slap him in the face, harsher and rougher than Scarlett or Alexandra.

After a great night with the two people he's always dreamed of, waking up at 7 a.m. with someone's phone vibrating is something Ian didn't expect.

"Hmm—" he groaned at the contact, the sudden change in position that made him feel the bed sinking.

The severe headache made him cower in place, unable to open his eyes. But considering the bed jolting from left to right, he let it go.

"I'm sure there's still someone waiting for you. Alexandra's voice rang out, and Ian almost jumped out of bed.

"Oh my God. I think it will take more time to fully wake up, and even my headache seems to forget that the hangover is still there," Ian said, sitting down, his back pressed against the headboard.

Scarlett slept next to him, her eyes closed, but Alexandra was fully awake as she got the news from the security guard downstairs.

"Hmm... What the fuck are we going to do," Scarlett's eyes opened slightly, but squinted again to adjust to the light.

She muttered to herself in a hoarse voice, and Ian couldn't help but grin, it was so cute.

"Man, I can totally see the two of you together," Alexandra said with a laugh.

"Hmm-" "

Why? have you all even seen the tension between you?!" Alexandra gasped in horror as Scarlett bluntly refused.

"I had to build my career before we could do anything. No kidding, I'm scared of the media. I've got enough rumors about each co-star... And Ian," Scarlett rolled over to her side of the bed—across from Ian, picking up her phone from the floor.

"Too bad, I wonder how you remember where the phone is. And also...... Ian, how are we going to get out of the way without being discovered by the paparazzi?" asked Alexandra, leaning against the window.

"I'll figure it out.

Ian said as he stretched out on the bed, knowing that he was the only one who had to do something now.

-

Soon, there is a knock on the door, and at Ian's request, a driver with bodyguards is sent to take Alexandra and Scarlett to get off where they want to go.

The paparazzi were not waiting for the two ladies, but for the man.

They didn't know that the two ladies had spent the night with Ian, so it was easier for Ian to get the girls home safely.

"I guess it's time for me to go," Ian thought as he opened the door and walked to the elevator.

As soon as I walked to the elevator, I received a call from Mason.

- Ian?

"Uncle, I'm going down"

- yes, I know. I must warn you that there will be at least a word from a lot of journalists waiting for you. It is estimated to be around twenty. Watch out.

"Yes, I will. Thank you. The

call ended, and Ian walked over with his head down.

-

"Ian Renner, how's the late party, what are you doing until morning?" "That's

Ian Renner!Please, can we say a word?How do people enjoy Home Alone 2?Have you read the critics' comments?"Ian Renner

!Are you looking forward to the awards for the latest movie that was released yesterday!?

"Can we talk to you...??

"" It looks like someone had a hard night. Who did you have last night

?Can we know the name?"We need to know what your plans are next

?!"Ian!Did you meet with Lillian after the case was over?Or is that it??

The question continued to echo through the halls, and the bodyguards provided the necessary security as Ian made his way through the crowd.

The problem is directed at him, and there are even microphones against him when he just wants to get in the car through the microphone.

As soon as he landed on the ground under the sky and dealt with the paparazzi inside, one of the bodyguards spoke in a deep voice.

"Sir. Lana, that's our van, let's drive alone later, shall we?" he asked, his words quick though he was in a hurry, but Ian was able to figure out what he was talking about.

"No, it's fine.

As he spoke, he smiled smugly and turned to walk towards the Pagani, which he had just finished, and attracted a lot of attention as soon as he got out of the car.

Buckling himself into the seat, he quickly set the car on fire, and with a roar, the engine started.

Reversing quickly, he drove the car onto the main road and began to accelerate.

Another call came, and it was Murphy. He replied right away.

"I'm outside. "

- Sir, I heard that the bodyguards are not with you. Mr. Stricker asks to be careful, as the paparazzi may even be following you everywhere -

Ian's gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, immediately understanding what Murphy was saying.

"That's fucking right. I'll be in a couple of studios. Ian hung up and checked the three vans behind him again.

"You brought it on yourself," he muttered as he sped through the carriage, trying to avoid any mishaps from left to right, but his lips curled up to say how he felt.

Crossing the wide roads of the city of Los Angeles, Ian weaves his way through traffic, trying to get rid of the annoying paparazzi who seem to be desperate to chase him.

Although Ian had to admit that the thrill of chasing behind the wheel of his Pagani gave him this almost indescribable feeling.

All the power was at his feet, beckoning him to wield, whispering to him almost like a seductive mistress. It sent chills down his spine.

Ever since he participated in that street race, it has become an almost addictive thing for him.

The cars, the roaring engines, and the adrenaline rush that comes with each burst of acceleration are like drugs to his system.

However, he kept an eye on his speed on the road, and he was not in the mood to be chased by the police or fined.

Ian's various twists and turns in the heavy traffic, as well as his near-misses, were enough to confuse his stalkers and give him enough time to leave and head to the headquarters of Studio Reina.

But, in the end, it was in vain.

Even here, there is a large group of TV cars, news reporters, etc., waiting for his arrival.

Luckily, the security guards cordoned them off and they didn't scatter on the roads and streets.

Ian, after spotting the entrance to the building's garage, drives in while the camera flashes around him, trying to take more pictures.

Luckily, this time Ian was able to avoid hearing about any of their terrible questions.

In less than a minute, he parked his car and headed to his office. On the way, he meets Mason, as well as his other friends, including Railine, Niko, and his assistant Murphy, who are waiting for him with sympathetic expressions.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. The security guards couldn't get them to leave and we had called the LAPD but they said there was nothing they could do in the situation.

Mason greeted Ian and said, "Here, Leylin had to honk her horn a few times and wait 15 minutes for them to clear the garage entrance, and that's because the building security told them to do that." Ian

could see the signs of stress on Raelin's face, and his frustration with the paparazzi doubled.

"I'm sorry this happened, Raireen. They came for me and I don't really know what to do to get them to leave. Heck, they were waiting outside the hotel for the evening of yesterday's premiere. Ian apologized.

Lei Lin smiled: "Don't worry, it's not your fault.

Ian nodded, then turned to Murphy and said, "I'll give you my key to Pagani, and you and a couple of security kids send a couple of bait trucks out of this building." Make sure you leave first and then take it to my mansion. Tell the others to drive a few of the other cars in the parking lot and drive them around town. Come back as soon as you're no longer being watched. Leaving my Pagani at home, I was in the office and needed to finish the script for the next movie. With that

, Ian walked into his office and went on to write the script for his next movie.

"Spring Is Not a Reading Day" is one of the movies from Ian's past life.

It's a sweet, heartwarming comedy about a teenager who skips school to help his best friend earn his self-esteem.

The therapies he had in mind included a day trip to Chicago, and after our visits to the Sears Building, the School of Art, the Board of Trade, the Dearborn Street Parade, landmarks, the Gold Coast lunch, we had to admit that the city and state film offices had done their job: if "Spring Is Not a Reading Day" failed on all other levels, at least it could serve as a travelogue.

However, it works on at least a couple of other levels. The main protagonist of the film, Ferris, is a bright high school student from the North Shore who pretends to be sick in order to spend the day in town with his girlfriend Sloan and best friend Cameron.

At first, he seemed to be thinking only about skipping school – especially after he persuaded Cameron to borrow a restored red Ferrari from his father, who loved the car more than Cameron himself.

The main body of the film is a light-hearted loop that includes a German-American-Japanese parade, in which Ferris jumps on a float, grabs a microphone, and starts singing "Twist and Shout" while the marching band supports him. The teenagers pretended to walk into a fancy restaurant for lunch, spent some time staring blankly at the art academy's masterpiece, and headed to Wrigley Field, where they were late and had to sit in a box seat far behind the left corner of the field.

There was a great, dazzling moment when the teenagers came to the top of the Sears Building, leaned forward, their foreheads against the glass, looked directly at the miniature cars and little dots of life below, and started talking about their lives. This introduces, cleverly conceals the theme of the film, which is that Ferris wants to help Cameron gain self-esteem in front of his father's materialism.

In fact, Ferris is a bit of a preacher. "Life goes by so fast," he said, "and if you don't stop and look around, you might miss it." He was sensitive to the hurt in his friend's heart as Cameron explained how his father cherished and restored the red Ferrari and gave it a place of honor in his life – one that Cameron could not accept.

Ian thinks it would be a good film to divert attention from scandals and courtroom drama.

He had just put the finishing touches on the script and thought of the various actors he needed to cast for the film.

His mind immediately remembered the casting agency last night, and he called Uncle Mason to his office over the intercom.

In less than a minute, the man answered his call and sat comfortably in the chair across from him

, "So, tell me, is this the script for your next project?" asked Mason after glancing at the documents that had just been printed and neatly laid out on the table.

Ian nodded and said, "Yes, another romantic comedy." Very lighthearted and funny tone, unlike in "Marriage Story", by the way, how about the final number.

Mason thought for a moment and replied: "Well, as you might expect, the box office results were not very good

- " "It wasn't intentional

" "" - well. In addition to that, it received an online vent about the scandal from your detractors, but now that it's closed, the response has been fantastic. Rumor has it that the Academy is considering awarding it an award. I don't know what to achieve.

Ian nodded, absorbing that little bit of information, and said, "Well, it shouldn't just be for the box office to look good, and the budget is small. No more than ten million dollars, that's too far-fetched. What I want to know is, have you ever received a call for an actor contract from any such company. I really didn't want to spend too much time on the cast selection for this film. Well, in addition to the heroine, I have another name, Alexandra Daddario. Please contact her agent, I want her to star in this film.

Mason nodded, as he remembered several emails his secretary had received from the staffing agency that morning. When he got up to leave, he said, "I'll look into it, and I'll proofread the script too." "

Thank you, uncle," Ian said, as he prepared to leave the house. "Is Murphy back?"

"I believe he should be outside," Mason replied.

Murphy sat at his desk outside Ian's office with a look of frustration on his face that could be seen by almost all the other employees present.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked the man.

"They haven't left yet. They were back within an hour of our return. Their numbers have just increased. After we called the police again, they did leave for a while, but they came back.

Ian sighed and looked out the blinds to see a large number of film crews and TV cars parked in the public parking lot outside the office.

"This is out of hand," Ian commented.

"Their interest in you will eventually fade. Mason commented, glancing out the window as well.

Ian rubbed his forehead helplessly and said, "I think, let's calm down, I'm going on vacation." In any case, now is the time. "