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

Chapter 18

The black sports car drove on the highway, not far from the coastal breakwater to block the raging wind and waves, the beach side of the colorful sails parked, just like a paradise for windsurfing enthusiasts.

But even with this magnificent seascape in front of him, it didn't make Stephen Strange's mood better.

Because this mouthy and venomous Hollywood actress beside him dared to taunt him about his long face!

Had he forgotten who had rescued her from a press siege ten minutes ago?

As if completely oblivious to the fact that the medical elite around her was sulking, Margaret naturally asked to borrow his cell phone, "Mr. Strange, my phone was stolen by a dwarf, can I borrow yours?"

The corners of Stephen Strange's mouth quirked up in mockery and his voice was extraordinarily cold, "I thought you didn't much like talking to men with long faces."

But at the same time, his pale and slender right hand was handing her a cell phone.

What kind of character is this? A mouth that is too big for the body?

Margaret picked it up straight away and dialed Brian Lord's number.

But things didn't go too well, and after a long busy signal there was still no answer.

Presumably Brian was either making his thousandth call to her or dealing with an endless stream of reporters.

On the highway, the black sports car driving through the night, Strange shifted his eyes to the girl beside him - the

Because it was a side face, her straight and pretty nose and delicate red lips were even more charming, and her long seaweed-like black hair was scattered in front of her body, the whole person had a kind of extremely classical and transcendent beauty.

Nineteen years old, between a woman and a young girl, a blend of the two charming, but more complex, inexplicably want to explore.

Stephen Strange suddenly remembered a couple of sentences he had seen in the Los Angeles Times this morning--

She is the Rose of France, the Marguerite Adjani of which there can be only one in a century, and all France is crazy about her.

Maybe - he should find time to read The Story of Adele Hugo?

Strange was startled by the strange thought.

What was the matter, Shakespearean drama was his interest, French dramas had always been out of his league.

Margaret was about to give up calling and compose a text message instead when Brian finally answered the phone.

"I'm sorry, this reporter, Margo and Mr. Stark haven't crossed paths too much, and the unsubstantiated whispers-"

Margaret interrupted, "It's me, Brian."

Anticipating this, Margo heard Mr. Gold Agent shout her name in exasperation.

Margaret softened her voice, "Don't worry, I wasn't with Tony Stark, and the reporters that surrounded the hospital didn't manage to get a picture of me."

Brian Lord, though teased by Hollywood as a CAA tyrant, had always claimed courtesy and even a bit of indulgence for the genius in Margo, and so regained his composure after a few seconds, and then proceeded to talk to her extremely quickly about a solution.

When the call ended, Margo gave it back to him, "Please drop me off in Beverly Hills, thanks a lot."

Since reporters were also gathering outside Margaret's apartment, Brian offered to let Margo stay at the long-vacant Beverly Hills mansion under CAA's name as a way to hide from the press.

Brian had wanted Margaret to live in that villa a few months ago, when she was already a quasi-Golden Globe movie star with a reputation so big that her previous upscale condo near Century City wasn't keeping the paparazzi away very well, and living in Beverly was a good option.

Inside the car, Strange gave her a look, "I'm not your full-time driver."

Margaret blinked, was Mr. Bad Temper still angry about the "man with the long face" comment?

She cleared her throat, her voice soft and sincere, "Of course, a gentleman with such charming eyes would be too good to be my chauffeur."

The brunette's blue eyes were gazing at him with a smile, and Strange withdrew his gaze extremely quickly.

Stephen Strange: why is she always out of line, one minute she says people have long faces, the next she says people have beautiful eyes, hmmm, what a mouth full of grease, not believable at all!

Mr. Strange puts on a foul face, but his ears are a little red.

It wasn't hot at all tonight, so why were his ears red somehow?

Probably only God and himself knew why.

When the two arrived in Beverly Hills, Brian and both members of the male modeling team were waiting outside the door.

In recent years, the paparazzi had been acting more and more without boundaries, and Brian certainly wasn't comfortable with Margaret living alone in this empty mansion with six bedrooms alone.

Brian looked a little surprised when he saw Strange traveling with Margot; the medical elite had become more and more famous in recent years, and his surgical prowess and the many ways in which he was revered in the medical community had led to his frequent appearances on the covers of high-end publications.

He is a young talent in his own right, coupled with his outstanding appearance and temperament, as a highly respected medical genius and pioneering elite in the whole of the United States, he is afraid that he is more famous than some of the second-rate stars in Hollywood, and he has an excellent reputation.

"Mr. Strange, tonight is really thanks to you." Brian politely thanked him.

Stephen Strange had always been arrogant and aloof, and certainly wouldn't change much just because there was a Hollywood big shot in front of him.

After he saw Margaret being flanked by two handsome and tall men entering the villa, he nodded his head in greeting to Brian and turned to leave.

And Margo, who had entered the villa, looked at the not-so-good looks on the faces of the male models and thought that she feared she was in for a difficult interrogation tonight.

Tony Stark was such a pest!

On a winter night in Los Angeles, a Hollywood actress is in Beverly Hills being reprimanded by her agent.

And not far away, in Century City, a man with a slightly longer face and piercingly attractive eyes is walking into a theater with a movie ticket in his hand that has "The Story of Adele Hugo" printed on it.

He's just bored and looking for something to pass the time, Stephen Strange thought.

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Early in the morning, in cozy homes found everywhere across America, the man of the house is habitually holding up a cup of coffee and unfolding the newspaper that was just delivered that morning.

"The news that Tony Stark had escaped from the terrorist organization and was safely back in Los Angeles made the headlines in all the newspapers without exception. Unfortunately, the richest man in the United States did not go to the press conference, and none of the journalists even had the chance to take a new picture of him.

As for the news that Obadiah Stang, the top executive of Stark Industries, had been quarantined and hospitalized for an infectious disease, it didn't attract much attention.

In everyone's opinion, the one who changed the face of the modern weapons industry is Tony Stark, as for Obadiah Stein, he is just a business executive with a high salary.

Turning to the movie pages, another critic's high praise for Margaret Ajani was published today.

The newcomer actress, who just had a movie released, is now a favored quasi-Golden Globe winner, and an Oscar nominee is virtually out of the question.

The man's high school children, beside him, are flipping through an entertainment newspaper.

This tabloid has always been the most entertaining, and has often published some exceptionally shocking gossip, but usually it's just a rumor with very little truth in it.

"Man, this paper says that Margaret accompanied Tony Stark to the hospital? Seriously, are they dating?"

"This reporter also said last time that Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt had a relationship over a movie."

"A month later, he said Tom Cruise was divorcing Nicole Kidman."

"He also said Oprah Winfrey was in love with Johnny Depp."

"Well, it looks like this reporter's bullshit is back."

It's still the same morning, and in the editing rooms of the major newspapers, teeth are being gnashed at the headlines that have been pulled and replaced--

Photos! All that was missing was a photo!

Obviously it's possible to break top sales this morning!

Or if Margaret Ajani hadn't turned her back on CAA, this story wouldn't have been taken down so easily.

Thinking about Brian Lord's usual strong stance, I'm afraid the CAA would have dared to take them to court in a matter of hours if the paper had dared to run this story with no evidence to back it up.

With Margaret Ajani sweeping the awards season and CAA and the Weinstein brothers dropping millions of dollars to lobby for her for the Queen's spot, anyone who messes with Margaret is simply setting fire to Brian Lord's vault.

And after learning this morning just how much trouble he's gotten himself into, the Eyelash Fairy is having a hard time sneaking into Margaret's new bedroom and taking pity on the slumbering girl.

The only reason Tony only found out at this point was because he was busy making Mark 2 last night.

With the help of Jarvis, and already being familiar with the process of making mechs, it only took him one night to create the Mark 2, which was capable of sustained high-speed flight, target scanning, equipped with a global positioning system, as well as providing data on the user's vital signs.

By the way, he even used Jarvis's free time building the mech parts to recreate a piece of fusion energy.

You see, he's a true genius.

Wearing the Mark 2, Tony Stark left the press-ridden Malibu beach house with ease.

As for Margaret's whereabouts, it wasn't that difficult for him, the spy plane had never changed missions in months, and Tony Stark called it "protection".

"Margo, would you like a cheeseburger?"

As soon as Margaret opened her eyes, she saw a large steel and silver tin can that scared her so much she almost screamed.

What was this tin can that looked like a drop-colored crayfish? A crayfish come to life?

Tony Stark spoke again, "Honey, I picked up your cell phone yesterday but forgot to give it back to you because I was weak from my injuries."

Margaret, who finally realizes the true identity of the Crawfish Spirit: lol, the little runt who's full of lies.

Margaret took the cellular phone from him and spoke in a dangerous voice, "Take that helmet off your head."

Tony Stark obediently did as she said, his large caramel colored eyes framed by long lashes blinking innocently at her, "I remembered about it first thing in the morning, so I dodged the uncountable reporters outside my door and came here to give it back to you."

He sounded natural, but how it sounded was like begging for a reward.

Margaret raised her hand in a fist and knocked it directly at the top of his head, "Have you been lying since you were born? Mr. Stark?"

Seeing her reaction, Tony, of course, knew that his self-inflicted charade was exposed and bristled, "Well, I just wanted to have a cheeseburger with you."

With that he pulled out the kraft bag he had in his hand and placed it in Margo's lap.

Margaret raised an eyebrow, "Actresses never eat, let alone cheeseburgers, Brian will kill me."

She'd recently been asked by her PR manager to only eat some sort of vegetable salad every day for her awards season gown.

Tony Stark, who has never been a big exerciser and whose favorite food is cheeseburgers, couldn't take the horrors of living on vegetable salad.

Subconsciously, he almost uttered the words - tell Margot to stop putting up with this as a Hollywood actor.

But thinking of her zeal and passion for movies, Tony found the statement very disrespectful to Margo.

So he pulled out a cheeseburger and took a bite out of it himself, "Brian Lord can be a real pain in the ass."

"You're no better, Mr. Stark." Margaret said as she looked at the large tin can that was feasting in front of her.

Margo looked over to the device that was glowing on his chest, "Is this the fusion energy that keeps bullet fragments from entering your heart?"

Tony put down his burger, "Speaking of fusion energy, I need a favor."

He pulled a fusion energy source that was glowing out of a kraft bag, "I need to put a new one on."

"You're putting this fusion energy source that's keeping you alive on a plate with a cheeseburger?" Margaret inquired incredulously.

"What does it matter, cheeseburgers and you are what kept me alive in Iraq."

"Oh, and how about I say thanks for the love?"

Tony spoke to her as he pressed the device to take off the Mark 2.

He unzipped his shirt and pointed to the fusion energy source on his chest, "There's an exposed wire underneath this device that contacted the power source causing a bit of a short, so I'll have to replace it with a more solid new energy source."

Margaret followed his instructions and removed the old fusion energy source, then tried to put in the new one.

All this time Tony Stark was still chattering, "Oh you're almost touching my heart, can you feel the butterfly wings in your fingers? She always flaps her wings endlessly when she sees you, like a madman."

Margaret ignored him, focusing all her thoughts on the fusion energy source on his chest, and when she finally managed to switch it on, a bit of cold sweat broke out on her brain.

As for Tony Stark, he was looking at Margaret, his voice disgruntled, "It's fawns and butterflies all day long, and my heart is turning to mush because of these things."