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The sky was slightly white, a conference room in Warner Bros. was brightly lit, and when it was learned of the fire at Warner Studios, many Warner executives, including Jeff Robinoff, rushed over to sit at the conference table with Duke, the management of the crew, and listened to the preliminary investigation of the fire.

The fire was caused by the long-term overload of the dehumidifiers in the warehouse, the short circuit of the aging wiring that ignited a set, and the mismanagement of Warner Studios, the fire sprinkler and alarm system in the warehouse were almost all decorations, and the management was responsible for the unshirkable responsibility.

"The initial estimate is that the damage is about $800,000, but fortunately the film of "Death Island" was not damaged."

Hearing Warner's words, Duke took a sip of espresso, and in some ways, his luck was indeed good enough, because Sophia's relationship avoided a potentially fatal blow.

"Are you sure it's just a normal fire?" Jeff Robinoff asked suddenly.

No one spoke, and although every qiē looked like an ordinary fire, in the highly competitive Hollywood, no one dared to guarantee that it was just a simple fire.

"First, alarm handling; ……”

Here Jeff Robinov has the highest position, and it is the project for which he is directly responsible that suffers, "Second, I have sent someone to the printing factory to keep an eye on the film, and the film will be printed in several more copies, one of which will be sent to the bank safe; Third, for the time being, it is claimed that it is just an ordinary fire; Fourth, we should use reports of possible fires to remind the public of "Brave Island", and we need to turn disadvantages into advantages......"

None of the people who can sit in the executive position of a large company are stupid, and Jeff Robinoff's first consideration is not the reality of the fire, but how to make the most of it.

"I asked to keep a copy of the film myself." Duke then said.

"Can ......"

It wasn't until the sun rose that everyone walked out of the conference room that Charles Rowan walked beside Duke and gently patted his soot-stained shoulder.

"We're lucky." Rowan seemed to be a little emotional.

"Compared to the damage caused by fire." Duke barely managed to pull out a smile, "Our luck is indeed good. ”

"Be careful, Duke." He reminded, "Don't open your mouth to the media for the propaganda campaign prepared by Afforda, someone is eyeing us." ”

He added, "Behind every fire on the set in Hollywood, there are always some shady things that have no evidence and no need for evidence." ”

When he walked into the parking lot with Sophia, Duke was still thinking about Charles Rowan's words, who had worked hard in Hollywood for more than 20 years and was used to seeing the dark side of this circle, as he said, some accidents that seemed to be okay did not need evidence.

As long as it is clear who is the biggest beneficiary of the fire, it is sufficient, even if there is no evidence that it is man-made.

Evidence, does that matter? If it is really artificial, since it dares to do it in Warner Studios, it will definitely not leave too many valuable clues, even if the possible arsonist is caught, the country is so poor, the country is full of homeless people and unemployed workers, for strangers to send money, some of them even dare to kill, let alone a fire.

Even if this qiē is established, the last person who bears the responsibility is just some small fish and shrimp who don't even know the inside story.

It's a country of commerce, it's a country of wealth, it's a sin city, and money can hide too many things.

"What do you think, Sophia?"

At Sophia's insistence, Duke got into her BMW, sat in the passenger seat, and asked, "You started coming in and out of the set before you could speak, and you've seen and heard more than I did." ”

"Remember what happened in '79?"

Seeing Duke's slightly puzzled expression, Sophia reminded, "In 1979, on the set of "Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back", Uncle Lucas's project also had a fire, burning many props and part of the film including R2D2, and the true situation of the fire has not been clarified until now. ”

"I remember." Duke nodded, "I was in boarding school at the time, and I heard my mom mention it later. ”

"I'm a person who is easily influenced by the outside world, so I don't have a good Jianyì......" she shook Duke's hand hard, "You can learn from Uncle Lucas, who had the support of Fox at the time, and chose to forget about this qiē for a while and go all out until you stand at the top of this circle, and you now have the support of Warners." ”

Finally, she laughed, "Duke, you are confident, resolute, and stubborn, and in my opinion, no one can defeat you except yourself. ”

"I'm not stubborn at all."

In the rearview mirror, Duke took a photo, and he could still see a lot of traces of soot on his body.

"Back to North Hollywood, or to the hotel."

Sophia started the car and slowly drove to the exit of the parking lot, Duke thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the hotel." ”

"Don't worry about your golden cat?" Sophia tipped the steering wheel.

"If Nami hadn't stopped me, maybe I would have done something stupid." Duke teased himself, "Hmm...... A stupid thing that could turn me into a Black Knight. ”

"Black Knight?"

"Nothing." Duke shook his head.

Even now, he is not sure if he would have rushed into the fire to salvage the film that was not there at all.

"I owe her a favor." Duke said again.

"So, you decided to compensate with affection?" Sophia's monotonous nasal voice was full of mockery, "Chase her for your girlfriend?" ”

"Honey, I'm not that stupid yet."

The car stopped in front of a hotel, Duke took out the key card from his pocket and unbuckled his seat belt, "A favor is a favor, a relationship is a feeling, and I can tell the difference very clearly." ”

Sophia shrugged.

"And, Sophia."

As soon as he got out of the car, Duke turned back and said, "Call me to order a set of men's and women's clothes and send them directly to the hotel." ”

"Hey, Duke!" Sophia shouted dissatisfiedly, "I'm your film affairs assistant, not your life assistant!" ”

Unfortunately, the tall figure walked directly into the glass turnstile of the hotel, and Sophia had to start the car and leave temporarily, and after parking in the open space next to her, she found her mobile phone and dialed the number.

Opening the door of the hotel suite, Duke walked in, looked at the shirt that had turned black and gray in front of the dressing mirror, took it off and threw it on the hanger, and entered the living room of the luxury suite with a bare upper body.

The living room was eerily quiet, except for the faint sound of him walking on the thick carpet, except for the long, soothing breathing from the side of the sofa, on which Naomi Watts fell asleep on the blanket like a Persian cat.

But the Persian cat seemed to have just come out of the chimney, and its golden curls fell scattered in front of its forehead, among which the ends of the burnt hair were unusually obvious, and the face stained with black ash was not washed, and the stains under the tips of the nose and lips could be faintly seen, and the shoulders exposed outside the blanket were still hanging from the dirty dress suspenders.

"You slept so soundly."

Arriving at the couch, Duke picked up Naomi and walked into the bathroom.

In her sleep, Naomi felt a warm sensation all over her body, as if she was back at the scene of the fire, she kicked off her high heels, stepped on the rough road, ignored the pain in her feet, rushed to the tall figure, and the two of them walked away from the fire.

Even now, she didn't know how she could have the courage to face the flames, and after getting through the initial composure, she was also afraid in her heart, what if the flames ruined her long hair and her appearance? That's the foundation of an actress's survival.

But she only had one thought at the time, she couldn't look at the saboteur stupid......

Slowly opening her eyes, Naomi found herself lying in the warm bathtub, her two big hands rubbing the foam brought by the shampoo, scrubbing her body rustily, and occasionally playing mischievously on the top when the big hands passed over her breasts, which were not plump.

Flipping her body, Naomi hugged the strong body squeezed next to her, unconsciously put her head to his chest, and gently rubbed the strong muscles above with her delicate face, which felt really good.

"Are you awake?"

Seeing the blue-green eyes with a hazy sleepiness, Duke stopped what he was doing and said something very unpleasant, "Wash yourself, I'm going to rest." ”

Naomi didn't speak, one hand grabbed Duke's arm, the other hand got under the foam, after a few fumbles, found the right position, Duke suddenly opened his eyes, his breathing gradually became short, and without waiting for Naomi to make too many movements, he rolled over and pressed her down, and the bathtub and the floating foam shook at the same time.

When Naomi was carried into the bedroom by Duke, she couldn't even open her eyes, and she lay down for a long time before she took the towel from Duke and wrapped her wet blonde hair.

"I'm going to get my hair done again." There was regret in her tone.

Despite the night's rest, Duke didn't feel sleepy, lying beside Naomi, his dark eyes rolling back and forth, until the blonde's self-talk was over, and he slowly spoke.

"Nami ......," he asked, turning his head, "did you learn to sing when you were in drama school?" ”

"I've learned, how do you pull it?" Naomi also turned her head and looked at Duke, "But that was a long time ago, and I didn't think about developing in music, it was just a basic course. ”

"It's nothing...... Duke pinched her nose slightly, "If you have time, you can practice your voice again, maybe it will come in handy later." ”

Naomi Watts looked at Duke seriously for a moment, seemed to understand something, and nodded slowly.

At noon, a fashion store delivered clothes, and Duke checked out and, as usual, waved goodbye to Naomi Watts, each going in a different direction.

The fire had some negative effects, but Duke put down his desire to explore for a while, and after a few days of rest, he threw himself into the post-production project.