[Chapter 210: I'm a Genius]
Anne Hathaway looked especially gorgeous today. She wore a flowing aqua blue gown, her delicate long hair elegantly pinned up, and carried a slightly arrogant expression. Her manager and assistant walked alongside her.
At that moment, she crossed her arms and proudly stared at Ian. Her gorgeous figure gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. Ian smiled and said, "You came out from Building 2 over there, paused at the entrance for about a minute, then saw Britney and me. Originally, you were going to get into your car and leave, but you thought for about ten seconds and decided to follow me... because you wanted to see when I would notice you."
Anne Hathaway was stunned and stared at him.
After a while, she exclaimed, "Fuck! Ian Carr, you saw me without even turning your head? And then pretended not to notice me?"
Ian shrugged helplessly, "I wasn't sure if you wanted to say hi."
That explanation made sense. Both Ian and Anne Hathaway couldn't show their private friendships openly in public.
Anne Hathaway rolled her eyes helplessly, then walked over to Ian's side.
At that moment, her eyes met Britney's.
The exchange of gazes between these two American superstars conveyed a mixture of pride and rivalry.
Initially, Anne and Ian only shared an occasional friendly connection. But seeing Britney cling so closely to Ian stirred an inexplicable jealousy in her heart.
She smiled, "Looks like you guys are doing well? When did this start?"
Britney held her head high proudly, "During the World Cup."
Anne smiled slightly, "Then I was earlier."
Britney pinched Ian hard.
Ian was speechless. 'I didn't think she could also get jealous.'
Lena: ???
Britney then said, "But at least I'm the one by his side now."
Anne laughed, "I haven't gone anywhere either."
She took a few steps back, not giving Britney a chance to respond.
Waving lightly, she said, "Have fun, keep in touch, Ian Carr. I'll miss you."
She blew Ian a kiss and walked away gracefully.
...
Britney looked at Ian, who was already smiling and supporting her as they continued their walk.
As they strolled, Britney sighed, "I don't understand."
"What?" Ian asked.
Britney said, "I don't understand myself. Justin and I broke up mainly because he was always flirting around, but you do the same and I'm not mad."
She looked at Ian curiously. 'Is it because I don't love him enough? But I truly enjoy being with him.'
Ian Carr was mysterious and powerful, always bringing unprecedented excitement... A man who could give you live-breaking news anytime, closing major deals effortlessly -- truly irresistible!
Ian chuckled, "Because I never lied to you, baby Britney. A person's default expectations matter. Men who want to sleep with you have to offer loyalty and feelings as stakes, promising all sorts of things. But I'm different. I have enough charm; I don't have to stake my loyalty or empty promises just to sleep with you. I never made that promise from the start. No expectations, so no disappointments."
Britney looked at Ian in disbelief, "Fuck, Ian, you're so blunt."
"Truth can be hard to accept, but a great man is one who can make a woman willingly accept that frustration!"
'Are you saying I endure frustrations for you because you're great?'
That kinda makes sense?
Successful manipulation!
Then Britney slapped her forehead, "Oh, you forgot about the news."
"What?" Ian was surprised.
"That dog! That's good news, isn't it? I know you won't let it go."
Britney blinked her beautiful eyes at him.
Ian smiled, "I haven't forgotten. There are people filming. Don't worry, baby."
Ian was now always followed by reporters and cameramen. When they saw something fitting, they sent cameras in, naturally documenting everything.
His status had risen, and Ian was less and less interested in hiding -- "I'm just that awesome, that powerful. My people see how great their boss is and act generously; they worship and stick closely."
Besides, those capable of doing this were absolute wild cards; apart from money, they cared about nothing else -- the boss having special powers? That's a good thing, I backed the right guy!
When things settled down, Ian would review the information and decide what could be leaked and what shouldn't.
The female lead in that scandal wasn't famous and was over forty, so not very appealing visually, but the storyline was explosive and could become a hot topic.
If only it were someone like Julia Roberts -- that would be awesome!
Hearing this, Britney was surprised, "They've started filming already?"
"Of course."
"Can I see it?"
"Don't rush, baby. Once it's processed, my people will send it to me."
Britney hugged Ian tightly, "I want to watch that video with you!"
Ian was stunned, "What are you thinking, baby Britney?"
Britney's eyes sparkled with excitement, "Imagining you as that dog!"
Ian: "..."
Britney dragged Ian and ran outside, "Let's go, Ian, I can't take it anymore. Let's go home right now!"
My news work isn't finished yet...
Ian sighed deeply, deciding to call it a day.
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"Ah!!!"
In the master bedroom of the Godwin Manor, Britney was unleashing her passion almost hysterically.
The daylight glow still lingered, casting light on her beautiful body, shimmering with sweat.
On the opposite computer screen was the intense scene from earlier that afternoon.
Britney giggled watching the adult video.
She embraced Ian, her slender arms stretched, her supple fair skin blending with Ian's well-built frame, feeling the charm radiating from him.
She called out loud, "I remember you said you wanted to buy RCA?"
"Yes!" Ian said, breathing heavily.
Britney's legs wrapped around Ian, "Three hundred million, and you can get it."
"A bit expensive," Ian wrinkled his nose.
"It's already very cheap," Britney squinted her eyes, "Be my boss, so I can be with you every day. I want everyone to see it's you protecting me..."
Britney murmured softly.
The scandal at the Korean bar had been overshadowed by the World Cup controversy, but it still had potential for follow-up digging.
Britney hoped to leverage this to return to her peak!
Ian breathed in Britney's sweet scent and muttered, "It's depreciating, baby. Help me negotiate down to two hundred fifty million, then I'll give you some good songs."
"You? Good songs?" Britney laughed.
She believed in Ian's talent, but not to at that level.
"Yes," Ian was certain.
Though he couldn't sing or compose, humming was no problem.
He could hum a few hit songs, provide the core inspiration, and the professionals like Britney could then put them together.
"What songs?" Britney asked.
Ian thought for a moment and hummed Toxic.
That was Britney's own song, but it wouldn't release until the end of 2003.
The key was since it was Britney's own, her acceptance would be much higher, since it matched her style.
Then he'd give her some other songs; her acceptance would rise and she'd put real effort into them -- good songs required care.
Otherwise, why do some songs fail until covered by others and become hits?
Sure enough, Britney watched Ian humming softly with wide eyes.
This beautiful melody was made by Ian?
She shouted, "Oh, fuck, Ian, you're a genius!"
"I'm working on it," Ian chuckled.
"Give me another one," Britney held Ian tightly.
Ian thought and hummed Rolling In The Deep.
Adele's famous song.
'Sorry, Miss Adele, you're not my type, so I won't follow your future.'
As for Taylor Swift... let's give her a break.
Or use her own songs to tempt her? Born in '89, she's only thirteen now. Wait until she's an adult.
Helping you compose, and you come into my arms, isn't that natural?
Others who needed waiting included Jennifer Lawrence, born '90, now twelve;
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, supermodel and actress, born '87 in the UK, now fifteen;
Emma Watson, '90, twelve, though later supporting LGBT, but I don't care;
Emilia Clarke, '86, fifteen, Daenerys was still beautiful when not smiling, and interesting when she did. Life needs fun.
Ana de Armas, '88, fourteen, her look in Blade Runner 2049 was stunning, the style suited her.
Gal Gadot, '85, seventeen, hadn't entered beauty contests or military training yet, teaching how to kill Palestinians.
Amber Heard, '86, sixteen, beautiful even when upset. For the sake of friends, Depp, I won't let her harm you.
Talulah Riley, '85, seventeen, her best look was in Westworld; better to see Ian's own fire than Elon Musk's rockets.
Eva Green, '80, twenty-two, French dark beauty.
She could be scheduled, though still in France.
Angelina Jolie, '75, twenty-six, recently divorced Billy Bob Thornton and adopted a son, a bit mature but still impressive, sadly no chance to meet...
Ian was busy planning the schedule while Britney shouted excitedly, "Ian! You're amazing! I swear I've really fallen for you!"
"Can you accept love from multiple women?" Ian asked softly.
Britney bit her teeth and looked at him.
After a while, she said, "Give me three more good songs and I'll consider it."
Ian smiled lowly and snuggled her, "It's a deal, baby. Remember, don't sing them before I buy RCA. I'm counting on you to help sell RCA at a good price."
Britney was a little disappointed, "You're not planning to hold it long?"
Ian shook his head softly.
RCA had little potential; it was like a beauty blooming in a flash. That was enough.
He gently said, "The only thing I need to hold long-term is you."
Hearing this rare tender talk, Britney smiled happily.
Five-year engagement!
She was intoxicated by Ian's gentleness and murmured, "Ian Carr, you've got me. I can't imagine how I'd live without you..."
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