Director Portfield's excitement was not conveyed to the hip-hop teenager opposite, and her eyes fell on the plate in front of the director, which contained a freshly baked steak with a few knife marks on the edges, indicating that the owner had not had time to feast.

The hippie boy stretched out his hand directly, and directed the dinner plate in front of him, and his voice was cold and more like a boy: "That, can I eat it?"

Portfield's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to push the plate forward, and his tone was amiable: "Of course!"

The boy glanced at him, and after confirming that he was not joking, he reached out like lightning, grabbed the steak in his hand, grabbed the steak tightly with both hands, opened his mouth, and ate it in a big gulp, swallowing it directly without even chewing, and while eating, he looked at the director opposite vigilantly.

The smile on Portfield's face grew thicker, and the appreciation in his eyes grew.

As soon as Mia put down her hand, she saw this scene that shocked her - God, what did she see! She has carefully selected the little Arabian princesses who have been carefully crafted! Unexpectedly, he looked like a homeless child who had been hungry for an unknown number of days, holding a piece of steak and eating it!

She took a few quick steps and quickly walked to the director's desk, trying to squeeze a smile out of her face, "Mr. Potter, I'm sorry—"

Before the words fell, the big director turned his head and glared at her dissatisfied, Mia was immediately frightened and silent, and the next second, Portfield turned his head and continued to look at the hippie boy nibbling on steak with great interest.

Mia's mind was full of confusion, her eyes swept between Lania and the big director, she really didn't understand, such an embarrassed appearance, Portfield actually watched it as if she was enjoying a Broadway musical!

Seeing that the steak in the hippie boy's hand was about to be finished, he even asked with interest: "Is it enough?" And here's—"

As he spoke, he knocked on the plate of his friend next to him unceremoniously.

The hippie boy stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, looked at the steak greedily, but resolutely refused in his mouth: "No, sir, my father taught me that there is no free lunch in the world!"

Before the words fell, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly took out the mobile phone that was still vibrating from his pants pocket, looked at the message on the phone, her face sank, raised her head and threw a sentence at the director: "Sorry sir, I left beforehand!"

With that, she hurriedly turned around and quickly left Old Hans's steakhouse.

Porterfield's eyes lit up, and he looked at his old friend excitedly: "The clip of Polya's appearance, how perfect her performance is, no, no, she is Polya, she is the real handmaid!" Oh my God, I've finally found my muse! ”

Although she didn't know what was going on, Mia instantly understood the result - Lania I was worthy of the king of luck, successfully won the director of Portfield, and was about to become the heroine of the popular American drama "The Handmaid War"!

She put down her heart in anger, not forgetting to maintain a proper reserve, and took the initiative to reach out and introduce herself to Portfield: "Hello, Mr. Potter, I'm Lania, the agent of the girl who ate the steak just now—"

Her voice stopped abruptly because she realized that the director's attention was not on her, who looked at the door, looked confused, and muttered, "Why hasn't she come back yet?"

Mia: "......"

At this moment, the heroine who was remembered by the great director was standing on the side of the street with a violent face, and her outstretched right hand never fell, but she could only watch one car after another whizzing by.

She scolded viciously, decisively tore off the tattoo sticker on her arm, grabbed the hole in the jeans, and tore it hard, the torn jeans turned into ultra-short hot pants in a blink of an eye, revealing two slender ****, and finally, she took off the leather jacket on her body and tied it around her waist.

So, this time, she just cocked her right leg slightly, and an off-road vehicle stopped in front of her with an emergency brake.

The girl directly opened the door of the co-pilot, sat on it, and commanded domineeringly: "Dodge Film Academy, quickly!"

The young man sitting in the passenger seat glanced at her innocent face, whistled briefly, and shrugged his shoulders: "HI, GIRL, YOUR TONE IS NOT VERY GOOD, BUT, FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR APPEARANCE...... Hell, what are you doing!"

The young man hurriedly adjusted the steering wheel, and Lania withdrew her long legs on the accelerator and coldly threw a sentence: "Less nonsense, drive quickly!"

Feeling the girl around him, after the young man muttered, he drove the car honestly, occasionally glanced at the beauty around him from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but slander in his heart, for this face, brother endured!

Lania's heart was not as cold as her face showed, if there was a volcano in her heart, the hot magma was already surging in the cracks of the earth, and it would erupt completely at any moment.

She pursed her thin lips, but she was shitting over and over again in her heart, and after driving for ten minutes in the off-road vehicle, she took out her mobile phone again, and glanced at the latest news on the mobile phone screen that the circle of friends swiped out not long ago-

Walking Grace (Roy): I've finally found my muse! The next Oscar for Best Short Film is coming out!! PS: From the winner of the next Academy Award for Best Director.

She read the message over and over again, and the word muse pierced her eyes from opening them.

She blinked vigorously, suppressed the tears that had come to her heart, and could not cry, since she had fled her country, betrayed her parents, and fled from the fate of marrying a seventy-year-old Arab prince and becoming his fourth wife, she swore that nothing in this world could make her shed another tear!

Even after becoming an actress, she was attacked and intimidated by her compatriots every day, and she never shed a single tear.

But now, her mood is like a child abandoned by her parents, standing alone and helpless on the street, and her mood is gloomy and she just wants to drown the whole city with tears.

Roy, she looked ahead, as if the man was sitting right in front of her, silently questioning - isn't she qualified to be his muse today?

Just now, she successfully pleased the great director Portfield, and from the performance of the other party, she has no doubt that as long as she wants, the heroine of this year's most watched hit American drama "The Handmaid War" must be her.

Isn't that enough to say something about her strength?!

She wanted to see who it was, what kind of girl it was, and what kind of girl would be called a muse by that man!