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

Chapter 15

"Margaret Ajani is a finalist for the 55th Golden Globe Awards; can she win and become the youngest Golden Globe actress ever?" --Variety

"God's prized gift to Hollywood? Ajani sweeps the awards season." --The Hollywood Reporter

"Shocking the world of cinema with her first foray onto the screen, the nineteen-year-old French girl is a repeat performer." --Vanity Fair

"Another triumph for CAA president Brian Lord as Ajani gets the world's attention." --Chicago Sun

Overnight, news of Ajani's nomination for Best Actress at the Golden Globes swept the nation.

Since 1944, the Golden Globes, organized by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, have usually been held a few days before Oscar voting day, and this year, they will be held on January 18, 1998.

And the Oscar nominations are announced on January 14th.

It's not just in Hollywood, "The Story of Adele Hugo" gained a lot of attention after its release in France.

Director Truffaut has undoubtedly accomplished a successful comeback, and Adjani has brilliantly portrayed Adele Hugo's inner stubbornness and vulnerability, capriciousness and wanderlust, rationality and perplexity, creating such a complex and varied image.

The French critics considered her to have set a new body movement, demeanor, and tone of voice for future French actresses, and that she would become one of France's finest actors.

The words of the director of the Theatre de France, "There can only be one Adjani in a century", echoed throughout France.

The final outcome of the Golden Globes and the Oscars is unknown for the time being, but the French will undoubtedly send her the César next March.

It was the last days of 1997, and when Margot had finished the Paris premiere of The Story of Adele Hugo, she hadn't yet been able to rest for a few hours before she had to board her departure flight in the early morning.

Due to some troubles within CAA, Brian Lord did not accompany her to Paris.

The William Morris Agency has been extremely quick to poach several of CAA's best agents in the closing days of the year, and with the addition of small and large artists under these great agent names, it's made a not-so-small impact on CAA.

Of course, CAA, which is able to collect nearly half of Hollywood's performers and nearly two-thirds of its top stars, as a Hollywood legend, certainly won't be affected fundamentally by these few days of minor turmoil.

CAA, which occupies half of Hollywood and is still far ahead of William Morris and other veteran brokers, is always ready to return a big gift to the other side.

So this trip to Paris, accompanied by Margaret's staff will only be her male model group, good thing these two gentlemen work well, not because of her rising popularity, and work busy.

But Brian Lord had informed Margot a few days ago that by the time next month rolled around, she would have to add two more bodyguards to her side, and the driver couldn't be replaced by Grant Ward; CAA would be assigning her a professional chauffeur who was very good at shaking off paparazzi.

Inside Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport, the double undercover Ward male model, who had come close to loving the babysitting business, pushed his black suitcase in his left hand while holding the trio's tickets and passports in his right.

As for Logan, he was standing at Margot's side, his gaze and expression a bit unpleasant, looking like he didn't approve of what was going on.

Margo crossed over to him and pulled the ticket out of Ward's hand, then handed it to both men, "Have a nice trip."

She was indeed ready to leave Paris, but the flight she would be taking was not to Los Angeles, but rather the tense situation of Kuwait, with the X-Men, followed by a change of helicopters to Iraq.

Of course, the fatherly Professor X will be traveling with her.

The U.S. military's days-long search has been fruitless, and, unexpectedly, the X-Men have come up equally empty-handed, hearing that it's because another mutant organization opposed to humanity is standing in the way.

So Charles decides to head to the Bay Area himself and use his telepathic powers to find any sign of Tony Stark.

The X-Men were concerned about this, not just because of Margaret's request for help, but because of Stark's special status.

In addition to being the richest man in the United States, he is also an incredibly creative arms dealer, and if terrorists were to blackmail him into creating a weapon of mass destruction, it would have unforeseen consequences.

As for the reason why Charles invited Margot to accompany him, it was because the X-Men never had any contact with Stark, and if the other party didn't trust the mutant organization, then this rescue would become a bit troublesome.

Charles's Blackbird airplane was parked not far away, looking like an eagle about to spread its wings and fly in the winter morning.

The undercover agent, Grant Lord, probably guessed what she was planning to do.

His stoic, handsome face was as full of disapproval as Logan's, "It's the busy awards season, and what's more important than getting back to L.A."

What's a delicate, fragile girl doing in the tense Gulf Coast for nothing.

Logan frowned, looking extra fierce and not to be messed with, "You're acting like a bear child who doesn't know how to mess around."

The corners of Margaret's mouth curved up, looking gentle and harmless, but the words she uttered weren't-

"Sorry, guys, I'm the boss and I call the shots."

Two employees who receive monthly paychecks: "......"

Margaret turned to leave, took a few steps, remembered something and turned back, "The tickets have been upgraded, have good dreams on the plane."

MALE MODEL GROUP: She's really good at slapping and giving a candy, so this is a capricious but loving female boss?

The two undercover male model groups have mixed feelings, Ward is certainly in no position to follow her, and as for Logan, he's been asked by Prof. X to serve as Margaret's protector for a long time, and not to divulge his identity to any human unless it's necessary.

In order to prevent the person who erased Margaret's memory from reappearing, Logan hides in the shadows to better protect her.

If the X-Men's identity is revealed in advance, it is obvious that the other party may be able to prepare a countermeasure in advance.

For nearly two centuries, Wolverine Logan has been best at hiding, and at this point, he is being set up as a dark move by Charles Xavier.

With Margaret, Charles can't sort things out for the moment, but Margo's experiences across the centuries may involve some bizarre and inexplicable secrets.

As if it had something to do with religion, the undead, the deepest sinful thoughts of man's heart, or even with the devil who betrayed the gods.

Could the tall man in pitch-black robes that Margaret remembered really be that Lord of the Underworld, God's most brilliant work, the one who shines even in hell?

Even if Charles himself was a mutant beyond the realm of normal understanding, it was obviously difficult to accept such a speculation for a moment.

Hell and the Devil, it was just too much of a pipe dream.

But if the man really is Lucifer, what exactly does he want with Margaret?

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Northeast Arabian Peninsula, Republic of Iraq

The Gulf region is always in dispute, and Iraq is bearing the brunt of it, with chaotic fighting going on in a hidden cave in the western desert region.

Ear-splitting gunshots are constantly heard, and the wind is chilly in winter. Tony Stark, who has been kidnapped for nearly three months, is wearing a very rough-looking mech made of bullet-proof iron, copper, and magnesium alloys and some leather gear, and is in the middle of a firefight with a terrorist organization.

Nearly three months ago, in the chaos of the shell fragments hit by the heart of Tony, woke up to find an additional strange device in the chest, it is this instrument to maintain his life.

It turned out to be the same hostage, Dr. Insohn, who used a car electromagnet to suck the shrapnel inside his body, saving Tony's life.

The terrorists who kidnapped Tony softly and forcefully demanded that Tony Stark create an even more powerful weapon for them.

He pretends to accept, but in reality, with the help of Dr. Insom, he builds himself a piece of fusion energy to live and fusion energy-powered steel armor with strong combat capabilities in a dark underground base, using crude equipment and raw materials provided to him by the terrorists.

But just now, during a firefight with the terrorists, Dr. Insom tragically died buying him time, which clearly angered Tony.

He maneuvered the crude and bulky Mark I, and the flamethrower on his mech sprayed the terrorists.

Tony opts to use the mini-missiles against the terrorist leader, but without enough power, the rocket launcher malfunctions and Tony has to use manual fire.

Then, the jet boots equipped on the bottom of the mech, and the solid rocket fuel provide him with out enough power.

In a shock of fire, he instantly shot up into the air and disappeared into the terror base.

But the ill-fated Tony Stark, who always seemed to be handsome for no more than three seconds--

The fuel runs out, and with a scream, our genius billionaire falls straight out of the air.

The mech fell to pieces and Tony lay in the middle of a pile of broken brass, grimacing, "Not bad."

Completely out of sight in the desert, Tony Stark ran forward while looking at his tattered pants and undershirt, surprisingly able to think seriously at this time of the day -

This appearance must not let Margot see, too down a little, probably this life will not be able to bring her back to Malibu Beach to spend the night together.

He's a genius, a patriot, a philanthropist, a billionaire.

Now he looks like a middle-aged bum.

At that moment, an airplane roar suddenly came to his ears, and a solid black UH60 Blackhawk helicopter appeared in his line of sight.

Tony Stark wiggled his arms for help, grinning broadly as he fell to his knees in the desert off his feet.

In any case, he was rescued wasn't he?

By the way, he'd even worked on a big tin can, and when he got back to L.A., he'd have to figure out how to design the Mark II.

Blackhawk helicopters landed near him, but to Tony's surprise, the men were clearly not loaded American soldiers.

He couldn't have just escaped and run into another terrorist organization, could he?

It's too unlucky.

These people were wearing blue and yellow uniforms and couldn't see their faces from a distance.

When close enough to finally make out faces, Tony Stark's heart pounded as he looked at the skinny girl in the crowd.

Margaret crouched down in front of him, her black pants and white blouse elegant and stylish, the breeze blowing her long hair in what looked like an unreal dream.

Margo gazed into Tony's large caramel colored eyes framed by long lashes, "What? Mr. Stark dumb?"

Tony Stark: Don't you look at me! That deer in the headlights inside me is stomping my heart out!