On July 25, at a hotel near Federation Plaza in Manhattan, an FBI officer pushed open a guest room door and motioned inside, "Mrs. Jovovich, miss, please come in." ”

A stool was placed on one side of the door, and an officer in a New York police uniform sat upright.

"You can find this officer for daily trivial matters, and if you remember something, we will be next door." The F.B.I. official pointed to the seated officer, "There is a phone in the room that allows you to make outside calls if you are allowed to do so, but all calls will be recorded." ”

"I can't go out?" Mira looked inside twice and was satisfied.

"No, you can't." The F.B.I. officer bluntly said, "You can't step out of this room until your witness status is valid." ”

"How long will it take?" Mrs. Jovovich asked.

"It won't be long if it goes well." The FBI officer replied.

"Don't have a specific time? This is not the case with the agreement we reached in France. Mrs. Jovovich looked at the lawyer behind her.

"Bear with me for now." The lawyer pointed to Mira's agent, "We'll keep an eye on it." ”

"Honey." Mrs. Jovovich nervously put her arms around her lover, who was her daughter's agent, "We have nothing left." ”

"It's already like this, can we still pick and choose? Bear with me. The agent comforted her.

Mira rolled her eyes, took off her hat and sunglasses, and walked into the neat little suite.

"Persuade her more, those things." The agent whispered to her back.

"I will." Mrs. Jovovich nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Then you can rest first." The agent helped her carry her luggage in.

After settling down a little, Mrs. Jovovich sent her lover to the door, immediately covered her face, closed the door and began to sob.

Mira didn't come to comfort her, she opened the trolley case and took the clothes of the two into the closet of the guest room.

Mrs. Jovovich wiped away her tears and went to help, and the mother and daughter silently sorted out their clothes, "I'm hungry." Mira said suddenly.

"Uh......" Mrs. Jovovich picked up the only phone in the room and dialed the main desk, but the voice of the FBI officer just now came from the other end of the receiver, "What's the matter?" He asked.

"We want to eat something."

"Remember what I just said? Doorway. The FBI officer hung up the phone.

Mrs. Jovovich pushed the door open and repeated to the officers guarding outside.

The other party expressionlessly handed three takeaway leaflets to her, a pizza shop, a coffee shop, and a Chinese restaurant.

"Is that all? I remember the hotel restaurant right upstairs. ”

The other party did not react, and had an expression of love and not eating.

"Well, then we're going to have two servings of fried noodles and two lattes." No way, she ordered Chinese food and coffee.

The officer pressed the intercom, "Send two ladies a double chow mein and a latte." ”

"Let's deal with it first."

Mrs. Jovovich closed the door, and Mila was already lying on the bed in the bedroom, silently flipping through the books she had brought, "You are stronger than I thought Mila is." ”

Mira didn't speak.

She had no choice but to close the bedroom door and turn on the TV, which was playing the late night show of David Letterman.

"APLUS, THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOU'VE COME TO MY SHOW, REMEMBER? In 91, you were still very young at that time. David Letterman asked Songya, who was clasped with Mariah Carey.

"Yes, but we went the wrong way when we came, I thought you were ......" Song Ya smiled and pointed in other directions, and the audience who knew the stalk immediately laughed.

David Lightman has just made the jump from NBC to CBS, and the show's style and popularity have largely remained unchanged.

"Hopefully they've kept my studio." David Lightman lowered his head and smiled for a while, then caught the meme, "When did you and Kelly become good friends, Kelly is a few years older than you, isn't it?" ”

"Well, actually, we debuted in the same year." Song Ya replied.

"Really?" Mariah Kelly asked.

"Yes, 90 years." Song Ya looked at her, "Do you remember?" Home of the Detroit Pistons, when you were in charge of singing 'Beautiful America.' ”

"I remember." As DIVA, this kind of show is a small scene, and Mariah Carey is really good at acting.

"Wait, wait." David Lightman counted on his fingers, "You were only sixteen years old at the time, right?" ”

The audience erupted.

"Didn't you know what you just asked? That's what we could have known at that time. Song Ya said: "After I listened to that song, I went backstage to find her." ”

"So you took the initiative?"

"No, I was conquered by her singing, you know, a simple songwriter is attracted by the talent of a singer."

The three of them chatted like old friends, without too many spoof jokes, and the atmosphere was very warm.

"Mariah Carey, did you also conquer him then?" David Lightman shifted the target of the question.

"No, he was very rude at the time, and he smirked at me when he walked in, like this." Mariah Carey exaggerated her smile at the time.

The audience was amused by DIVA's rare ugly face again.

"And when did you become friends?" David Letterman asked.

Song Ya made a reminiscing expression, "Then I went to Sony's Colombia headquarters to record a song, and one of the producers of her Emotions album lent me her recording studio for three days, but I was so involved that I slept in her recording studio until the fourth day, and then, she showed up. ”

"I was angry." Mariah Carey answered, "A stinking boy slept on the couch in my studio, snoring. ”

"Is there one?"

"Yes."

"I don't remember."

"You should remember, you can hear it through the door."

The two looked at each other, their eyes gradually turned from questioning to affection, and the audience coaxed again.

"So you guys finished Empire State Of Mind together?" As the interview continues, David Lightman cleverly shifts the conversation to music and then begins to help promote Mariah Carey's new album.

Mrs. Jovovich was fascinated until the end of the show, at the request of David Letterman, Song Ya picked up Princess Mariah Carey and ended the show to the cheers and applause of the audience.

She sighed slightly, and when she looked back, she saw Mira leaning against the bedroom door, also in front of the TV.

"You're going to give him a call." She said to her daughter.

"Why!? I'm not ashamed enough of you're hurting me! Mira let out her trademark scream and smashed the book to the ground.

"That's your bastard father's fault!"

Mrs. Jovovich also raised her voice, "We have to settle down in New York, and the lawyer told me that some of your personal belongings, such as those expensive gifts he gave you, are important to us now." ”

"I don't fight." Mira slammed the bedroom door shut.

"Stop being willful, Mira." Mrs. Jovovich hurriedly pushed open the door and followed up, and persuaded Mira, who was lying on the bed with her head covered by a quilt: "It will not cause him any trouble, just let him provide testimony and relevant evidence to prove that those gifts were given to you by him and are your personal property." ”

"I've made so much money and now I'm living off a gift from my ex-boyfriend?" Mira shouted under the covers, "No, I don't, it's a shame." ”

"Now there is no shame in the question of whether there is any shame or not."

Mrs. Jovovich said, "It's okay if you don't call, then Mark Horton ......."

"I'm not going to beg that old man."

"He's not yet forty, and he likes you, I can see it." Mrs. Jovovich said.

"He's a married man!" Mira shouted as she poked out of the covers.

"He's willing to help you finish the remaining album with SBK, and we have to give SBK an album before your artist contract expires next year! Otherwise we can't afford to pay the penalty! ”

"I can take whatever I want to deal with SBK's contract."

"The liquidated damages matter is settled, so what about our lives after that?"

Mrs. Jovovich relented, "You just hang Mark Horton, get his lyrics and music first, his creative ability is not as good as APLUS, but after all, he can make records that sell money." He likes you very much, didn't he give us those songs in France? Didn't you say you liked those songs a lot? It's long overdue for you to learn the tricks of women, those men are ......"

"Oh! Oh, my God! ”

Mira covered the quilt again, "What kind of parents did I spread!" ”