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

Chapter 37

It was Christmas Eve when Margaret left Paris and returned to Los Angeles.

She's not a boss who squeezes her staff, and as soon as her private jet arrives at LAX, her male modeling crew get their Christmas vacation.

In Los Angeles during the Christmas season, Christmas trees are erected on streets of all sizes long before the holiday arrives.

Mistletoe and beautiful Christmas lights hang from the front doors of not only every store, but also neighborhood streets and houses.

As Margaret drove into Beverly Hills alone in her bulletproof nanny car, she saw the Beverly Christmas Lights display on the side of the road, playing live Christmas music for everyone who visited.

Everywhere was full of Christmas cheer, and down the street, two toddlers pulled Christmas canons that looked like candy canes, and the little explosions as the canes snapped off made a warm and cheerful sound.

The scent of mince pies seems to spread throughout the city, sweet and cozy.

When Margot entered her Beverly Hills home, she found it freshly restored and beautifully decorated for Christmas.

Obviously, it was the work of her golden agent.

The restored villa has changed from the American style to old-school French luxury.

Inside, it seems to be able to experience the traditional French aristocratic living culture, from the chandelier curtains to bone china tea sets, each of which is classical and luxurious to the extreme.

Margot raised an eyebrow - Brian was really thoughtful.

I had to admit, for an old fart from sixteenth-century France, she did have a classical sensibility.

But the villa is a bit too big, which makes her feel even more small and alone.

It was a good thing Margaret had always been good at enjoying solitude.

But it's not as if she's had nothing to do for the past two days; The Pianist at Sea, directed by Giuseppe Tornatore, has been released in Italy in late October.

And tomorrow, Christmas Day, is the U.S. release date.

This excellent literary movie has a three-hour public runtime in Italy.

Overseas screenings have reportedly been cut 22 minutes by Tornadore, but Fine Line, the film's overseas distributor, is still forcefully insisting that the movie should be cut a little more dramatically.

The company even threatened Tornadore, despite the Berne Convention's stipulation that "the final cut of a movie belongs to the director," by saying, "If you don't cut it down, you won't release the movie."

The European film festivals also demanded that Tornadore cut at least forty minutes from his film before it could be screened.

All sides argued, but the end was not good, director Tornadore insisted on his own views, determined not to cut the scene, for which he was afraid that he would miss this Berlin Film Festival.

The studio had hoped to enter "The Pianist at Sea" into the Cannes Film Festival next May.

The president of the festival, Gil Jacobs, has taken a keen interest in the film, and with Cannes being a virtually monolithic festival, "The Pianist at Sea" certainly has a good chance of winning awards.

However, due to a dispute between Fine Line and Tornadore, Fine Line has recently informed Cannes Film Festival President Gil Jacob that Tornadore is afraid that he will not be able to prepare a final version of the film for screening.

As it stands, the crew is afraid that they will miss out on an invitation to Cannes as a result.

And tomorrow, only five theaters in the U.S. will be showing The Pianist at Sea at the same time.

It's clearly out of character, not to mention Giuseppe Tornatore's influence in the world of literary cinema, and even with the gimmick of Margaret Adjani's first acting role, the overseas distribution shouldn't have been so pathetic.

In this battle between the overseas distributor and the director, it's clear that it's a lose-lose -

The Pianist at Sea is only expected to win awards in its native Italy, and it's feared that it will only recoup a third of the $20 million it cost to make.

But no matter what, "The Pianist at Sea" is an excellent European literary film, and even if it goes quiet for a while, the movie will not disappear into the history of international cinema without a name.

But Marguerite was a little disheartened--

This is the first movie she's been involved in, is she going to meet her Waterloo because of an unrelated feud?

Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous, but before the European Film Festival send-off dates began, perhaps she should have traveled to Italy herself to meet with Tornatore and try to convince him to put his battle of wills with the distribution company on hold and allow The Pianist at Sea to receive the acclaim it deserved.

Or maybe she could bring in director Truffaut as a lobbyist; after all, Tornatore had always held the film's predecessor in high esteem.

Just as Margot ended her call with Director Truffaut, a large golden-red tin can flew in through the window in an instant and landed with a thud on the sofa beside her.

Marguerite: Is this little lobster spirit a superhero or a burglar? Addicted to trespassing?

Tony Stark looks at her with a smug look on his face, "Are you surprised to see me?"

Then he held out his palm at her, "Where's that Christmas present you got me? Get it out, I'm begrudgingly willing to take it in person, and God, I hate taking things from people."

Margaret looked calm, "A gift? I was actually about to call the police on you."

The Eyelash Fairy glared at her sadly, "You heartless woman!"

Margo didn't bother with this Mr. Dramatist and was about to leave the sitting room when the doorbell suddenly rang in her ears.

When she opened the door, she looked at the big-breasted sweetheart and the innocent-eyed doll face outside, and then thought of the drama queen dwarf lying dead on the couch, and suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted.

--- Her newly renovated place wouldn't be torn down today, would it?

Iron Man, Captain America, the Winter Soldier, these guys are destructive to the point of terror.

Big-breasted sweetheart Steven Rogers had genuine, innocent eyes, "Merry Christmas, Margo, maybe Bucky and I can spend Christmas Eve with you?"

Before Margo could answer, Bucky, who had an innocent look on his face that you wanted to forgive no matter what he did, shoved the beautifully wrapped gift box right into her arms, "Do you like chocolate candies?"

Margaret blinked, her voice soft with laughter, "That plum in return?"

Over the past few months, Bucky had gradually regained his former appearance of a handsome, sweet-talking, great young man, but was inexplicably a little shy at the moment, "Do you like it?"

His beautiful innocent blue eyes were gazing at her, and I'm afraid no one could bear to refute it.

But before Margaret could answer, a cold, disgruntled voice suddenly came from behind her, "Stay away from her, murderer, who knows if you'll suddenly be brainwashed and controlled by Hydra again and proceed to crush Margo's neck."

Rationally, months passed, Tony gradually accepted that Bucky Barnes was brainwashed and controlled by Hydra before he killed the Starks without any personal awareness.

But emotionally, it was clear that it wasn't that easy to come to an understanding.

Even if he knew that the former World War II hero in front of him was at the mercy of a tragic destiny and therefore bore a blood debt.

"I'm sorry, Stark," Bucky's voice was sincere and serious, "even if I was brainwashed and controlled at the time, I can't use that as an excuse to wash away the mistakes I once made."

Tony still looked bad, but didn't continue his vitriol.

Steven tries to ease the tension, "The one who started it all was apparently Hydra, and Bucky will be joining the Avengers to rejoin the Justice Squad."

Tony rolled his eyes, "None of my business."

Margaret raised an eyebrow - it seemed that the ever capricious eyelash-spirit was quite sensible and objective when it came down to it.

The fact that he hadn't attacked the instant he saw Bucky Barnes had been beyond Margot's expectations.

Inside the sitting room, the four of them looked at each other in disbelief and Margaret was the first to speak, "So you three, you've come to spend Christmas Eve with me?"

Tony Stark clasped his arms, looking a little arrogant, "I've spent Christmas Eve alone for almost twenty years, are you trying to throw me out?"

The big-breasted sweetheart even thoughtfully bought a roasted turkey, "I've been missing Bucky for more than half a century, and there's no more family I can find."

Margaret raised an eyebrow, "So today is a pity party for four orphans?"

In a way, she truth

It was at this moment that the doorbell rang again.

Margot: It's not like another orphan is going to pop up, is it?

--Looking out the door at Grant Ward and Stephen Strange, she falls silent.

Mr. Margaret's nanny assistant, before joining HYDRA, was an orphan, and the adoptive father, John Garrett, had died a few months ago.

As for the nationally renowned medical elite, Mr. Steven Strange, his sister and parents passed away years ago due to illness and accident respectively.

Re-entering the sitting room, Margo looked at the table full of gifts and said honestly, "I'm sorry I didn't have a gift for you guys ahead of time."

Several of the gentlemen looked at her disgruntled - the woman was so heartless, after all the time they'd spent trying to pick out gifts.

Margaux's eyes, one by one, swept over the blushing gentlemen, "You seem to be the uninvited daredevils."

Orphan Men Five: "......"

-Can she speak human or not?

Margo took a careless sip of her black tea, "Anyway, we're already sitting here, so of course I can't kick a few more of you out again, in that case, why don't we ask a few of you gentlemen to go into the kitchen and prepare Christmas Eve dinner."

The Orphan Men Five were a bit confused, "What about you?"

Margaret raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I'll be monitoring a few of you remotely, if dinner doesn't taste good you will most likely be swept off your feet."

Mr. Five: "......"

The dark-haired, blue-eyed classical beauty smiled a charming, delicate smile and her soft, melodious voice rang out, "Merry Christmas, gentlemen."

FIVE GENTLEMEN: She's a real looker, so of course she's to be forgiven.