I'm so charming, there are always men who love me

Chapter 8

The Hilton Beverly Hills is a full display of sophisticated Hollywood-style chic, with an open observation deck that is a great stopping point for exploring Beverly Hills and the rest of Los Angeles.

Tony Stark has never known what it is to keep a low profile, such as today, when he chose the Hilton's famous Stardust Rooftop as the venue for this charity dinner.

Margaret had her arm around Stark and was ignoring Bruce Wayne's gaze.

Gee, he's got a real indignant look in his eyes, like she's a wicked witch.

What a shame about this handsome face.

As for Mr. Stark, who had her arm hooked around him, he was very spirited - Margo disliked him with reduced firepower.

Mr. Stark, I'm afraid, has forgotten that there is a complex called Starghermo Syndrome, and he's looking a little pre-symptomatic at the moment, or is that called jitterbugging?

In the crowd, Tony Stark opened his champagne with a bang, spraying white bubbles that looked like the start of an adventure, his big caramel colored eyes getting prettier and prettier, "Babes, party time!"

"Whoopee!"

"Bravo!"

The party was filled with big name movie stars and celebrities from all walks of life gathered around the ornate lounge, some of whom were so well-spoken that they feared they would find another place to continue the party after the dinner was over.

The movie stars at the party were clearly more impressive than the guests of honor at the show, and one by one, the extravagant gowns were a feast for the eyes.

People always like to talk a little about work at parties, and even if Tony wasn't interested, Obadiah Stang, the top executive of Stark Industries, was accustomed to acting that way.

He was standing in front of the Stark Industries exec and lowered his voice, "Tony, you need to at least explain to the military representatives arriving today what stage of progress you're at with the anti-gravity thruster missile system you're designing."

Mr. Stark was less than enthused, "I'm not in the least bit in the mood to talk about work when I've got a great beauty on my arm."

Before Obadiah Stang could speak again, Margaret had waved at Brian Lord, who wasn't far away, and then she looked over at Tony, "Excuse me, my agent is in need of me."

Before the words were out of her mouth, she had drawn her arm out and turned to leave.

She wasn't interested in holding up whatever missile system talk Tony Stark was having.

And she didn't like being looked at as a gold-digging girl, especially not by this Mr. Obadiah Stang, who didn't have a very respectful look in his eye.

And Tony Stark, who had been left where he was by Margo, inexplicably had a forlorn sense of abandonment.

He felt like the poor little man who had been left behind while Margaret was cruel and heartless and unreasonable.

Senseless? Mr. Stark was talking about himself, I'm afraid.

Margaret, of course, has no idea what the tawdry and capricious eyelash-slinger is thinking; she's following Brian Lord around and meeting some of the big names she should know as an actor.

In addition to the upper echelons of the Hollywood Big Six, independent filmmaker Miramax Studios was becoming more and more important.

Founded by brothers Bob and Harvey Weinstein and acquired by the Walt Disney Company in 1993, this studio distributes more artistic or cooler niche films.

The Weinstein brothers had a strong track record in the independent film industry, and the unprecedented success of some of their smaller productions, particularly the success of Lowlife in 1994 and The English Patient in 1996, caused the larger studios to begin to shy away from underestimating independent films.

Harvey Weinstein and Brian Lord naturally go way back, but it's slightly surprising that he seems to be interested in Margaret, or rather, that he's interested in Margaret's upcoming starring role in The Story of Adele Hugo.

A Franco-American co-production, The Story of Adele Hugo attracted a lot of attention in Hollywood, but director Truffaut refused the injection of capital from the Big Six, knowing that the movie industry is an oligopolistic market, with the Big Six holding most of the revenue and market share.

And the reason why Truffaut refused the big production companies, apparently because "The Story of Adele Hugo", is not a high-cost and high publicity and distribution costs of commercial blockbusters.

Although the concept of independent film is not popular in France, in fact, compared with the commercial blockbusters of Hollywood, most of the European films are closer to the investment and distribution methods of independent films.

Of course, another reason why Truffaut rejected the Big Six was to have control of the movie.

The big studios, in order to make a better profit, often force directors to cut the length or pace of their films for reasons such as festival appearances or box office.

The Story of Adele Hugo is very much to Harvey Weinstein's usual liking, and he's preparing to fly to France in two weeks to visit director Truffaut and pick up the film for North American distribution.

While Weinstein was having a pleasant conversation with Marguerite, on the other side of the dinner table, the two icons of the Playboy world seemed to be engaged in a new round of personal attacks.

Margaret didn't glance in the direction of the two men, she was busy developing her circle and wild men didn't interest her for the moment.

"Ajani, perhaps we are about to become co-stars." Harvey Weinstein was sporting a beard and had put on a bit of weight lately from his busy life.

"An honor." Margaret's mouth lifted into a smile that was extraordinarily charming.

As a movie newcomer, she was not attentive when facing the big-name Weinstein.

But neither did she seem arrogant because she was previously Tony Stark's date, and there was an aura that was hard to describe, unassuming but with an innate elegance that one couldn't help but pay attention to.

"Excuse me, I'm afraid I'm going to have to borrow Margaret for a moment." With a touch of a low, manly voice, Margo's waist wrapped around an arm.

The visitor had a handsome face, a perfect physique that was both sexy and elegant, and an extraordinarily charming suave demeanor in his brow.

--Bruce Wayne.

Wayne's behavior was certainly rewarded with huffing and puffing all around.

And in the distance, the Eyelash Goblins, who were once again entangled by the military bigwigs, simply wanted to blast Wayne out of the party with a long-range missile when they saw the scene.

Bruce Wayne, the insidious fool, had gone and seduced Margo because he hadn't won the argument a minute ago!

Margaret, who had been brought to the other side of the party by him, was looking at the handsome playboy, "Something wrong? I don't seem to know you well?"

"Don't know you well?" Bruce smiled falsely, "Ms. Ajani, you didn't think about the lack of familiarity when you attacked me for having fewer assets."

"I didn't say you had few assets, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, "Did you? What was that comment about it being less than a fraction of Tichara's assets?"

Margaret looked at him seriously, her tone sincere, "Compared to him, all humans in this world are poor."

Bruce Poor Man Wayne: "......"

He took a glass of champagne from the silver tray held up by the barman and inquired amiably, "Some wine? Ms. Ajani?"

Margaret looked down at the bubbling, golden-colored champagne and then back up at Bruce Wayne, "You poisoned it?"

"That's right, one drop of it will poison you."

"Tch, what a wicked man."

Bruce still held his glass for her, but Margaret didn't take it, "The legal drinking age in California is twenty-one, and I just turned nineteen last month."

Bruce: "......"

Margaret waves her hand at him and gracefully turns away.

Leaving Mr. Wayne winded.

The Hilton's lounge had always been known for its cocktails, and when Margo approached, the only other person in the lounge besides the bartender was a man standing with his back to her.

He was about six feet tall and had a slightly slimmer build, rare among the popular fit Hollywood male celebrities.

The bartender faced the classic beauty with a much more genuine smile on his face, "What would you like to drink? A Bloody Mary, or a Tequila Sunrise?"

The man who had previously turned his back on Margo was the first to speak, "Margarita."

The most famous cocktail in the world, the margarita was rich with fresh fruity flavors and the special aroma of tequila.

Margarita looked over at the sound of the voice and stared in stunned silence for a second.

It was, I'm afraid, the first time she had ever been struck by a man's beauty.

His beauty was almost devastating, with an aura somewhere between that of a teenager and a young man, and features that individually weren't exactly outstanding, but together were extraordinarily stunning.

Feminine and handsome, clear and lucid.

That aura of a beautiful young man that combines boyishness and Englishness is absolutely unrivaled.

-- Leonardo DiCaprio, star of "Titanic," due in theaters in December.

The original release date for the big ship was this month, July 2, 1997

But on that day the movie's post-production wasn't finished, and Paramount's directors nearly lost their minds.

The $150 million dollar budget was actually not enough for Cameron to splurge on, and by July 2nd he had spent $200 million and had $40 million in advertising waiting for Paramount to pay for it.

A few days ago, Paramount announced that the film had been moved from summer to Christmas, delaying its release until December 19th.

Many people in Hollywood feel that Paramount and Cameron together crazy, I'm afraid that a group of creators, even if the movie is very confident, at this time it is inevitable that the pressure is doubled.

But Leonardo DiCaprio looked very relaxed as he took the wine dish from the bartender, "Margaret, your drink."

The sea blue liquid was like the color of her eyes.

Margaret raised an eyebrow, "I'm not twenty-one yet."

Leonardo c****d his head and smiled with an extremely charming juvenile air, "But you're French."

That's right, France doesn't have a legal drinking age, and while it requires that alcohol and tobacco not be sold to minors, it's not strictly regulated.

Marguerite was looking at the beautiful boy in front of her, who was still strikingly handsome in the midst of such a star-studded party as today's, which was never short of handsome men and women.

At least she had never seen a more beautiful boy, and she didn't think she ever would.

Margo took the glass and put it to her lips for a light sip, "I actually prefer Bloody Marys."

The color was bright red like blood, extremely stimulating.

And the margarita was a little too sweet.

Leonardo raised his glass to her, "I'll remember that."

Bruce Wayne, not far away: Why did she accept someone else's drink?

Tony Stark: And where did that little white boy come from?