Chapter 96: The Clingy Woman and the Clingy Cat

[Chapter 96: The Clingy Woman and the Clingy Cat]

Vernon paused, hiding his intense inner thoughts, and took a sip of coffee from the side.

I knew signing such promising actors wouldn't be easy.

Alicia was a troublemaker, now wandering pitifully around Corleone Studios every day. And now here came another one?

Vernon, of course, knew that Rachel had been officially dating Charlie before.

This actress had her own resources, and after starring in Fifty Shades of Gray, her fame was quite good. She was a minor star without major prominence.

Signing her would be very beneficial for him.

But Corleone Studios?

She wasn't trying to cause trouble for Charlie, was she?

Rachel noticed Vernon's hesitation and said proactively, "Don't worry about Charlie. He won't mind these things!"

Vernon was silent for a moment. "Miss Weisz, you could take the initiative to discuss cooperation with him."

"I want to join the project through a formal audition process, to appear before him!" Rachel acted like a woman determined to prove herself in front of her ex-boyfriend, "Besides, I heard Corleone Studios has several hot projects right now."

Vernon nodded slightly.

His two clients, Halle Berry and Alicia, both had close cooperation with Corleone Studios.

These days, he had also heard through various channels that Corleone Studios had further improved its distribution channels and had secured all North American theaters.

Also, the project Wrong Turn had advertiser collaborations.

Thinking of this, Vernon admired from the bottom of his heart.

The Godfather was only 19, had filmed one movie, so where did he get these connections? The new project was still in planning, yet already had ads from Vancouver burger joints and Maple Leaf soda.

"Can you provide me with such job opportunities?" Rachel asked actively.

Vernon came back to his senses.

Knowing the Godfather's character, he probably wouldn't mind cooperating with his ex.

Well, Alicia and Halle Berry were already signed; one more wouldn't matter.

Moreover, Rachel Weisz's career prospects looked far better than his other clients.

"Of course, Miss Weisz, we can sign the contract today. As I understand, Corleone Studios has about three or four projects in preparation. The best and most suitable one for you is The Stockbroker, but that's very challenging. Also, Will Smith is the male lead.

The others..."

Good Will Hunting had already secured its actors, director, and crew. Lawrence Bender led the team, already busy choosing locations, negotiating advertisers, presales, and next year's Oscar campaign.

All of these worked through Miramax.

Lord of the Rings hadn't leaked any news outside.

Rachel was fully aware of these details, knowing many Corleone Studios staff, so it was easy for her to gather info.

She had her eye on Saw early on.

First, she had heard a bit about the Horror Theme Park plan, being present on that day.

And according to entertainment newspapers these past few days, Corleone Studios was starting early promotional groundwork.

Rachel was optimistic about this project; moreover, she wanted to be close to Charlie...

"I want you to help me get a role in the Saw project."

Vernon frowned and hesitated, "As I know, this movie's main cast includes three men and three women, with two couples. The female lead role... has long been given to Halle Berry by Charlie.

In fact, thriller horror movies mainly sell on gore."

That Black Pearl, that shameless bitch?

Rachel's anger surged inside.

Back then, she had seen their scandal in reports. That despicable bastard had said they were breaking up early when she called to question him.

No, it wasn't others' fault.

A bastard was a bastard.

Rachel took a deep breath and tried to keep smiling. "What about the other roles?"

Vernon thought a moment and said, "Alright, if you insist, I will recommend you. I will try to get the script. They haven't finalized it yet and are still revising.

Charlie just returned this afternoon. I heard from Patrick Whitesell that he will personally join the project. But before that, many business activities remain."

"No worries, I'm not in a rush!" Rachel said. "So, let's finalize the agent contract today. I want the commission to be around 7%."

...

Charlie had no idea what Rachel was doing.

He had spent a day at his grandfather Quinto Corleone's farm in Texas, had a family dinner with the old man and his wife, and leisurely walked and chatted around the farm.

He learned that the old man had privately contacted some friends for help because of the Black Panther matter.

Although not much help came, Charlie felt the grandmother's love for her grandson in a short time.

In summary, things were easy going, and Charlie felt the warmth of home.

...

When leaving, the old man didn't give anything except a cat and a man!

The cat was a British Shorthair blue, and the man was in his forties named Lamont Vincent.

On the blossoming streets of West Hollywood, a black Mercedes W140 drove smoothly.

In the back seat, Charlie, wearing a black suit, looked sharp and slick, used his index finger to play with a small gray creature about the size of a palm.

The little thing was lively, hopping on four short legs and trying hard to grab Charlie's finger with its small paws.

Charlie smiled, occasionally stopping to let it cling, then pressing it onto his lap firmly.

After a while, he looked a bit troubled.

Could this little guy know he was the Godfather and just appeared to dress up the image?

But usually, cats were proud and cold; this little thing was clingy after feeding it twice.

Though gray, it was called a British Shorthair Blue.

It looked goofy and didn't fit the Godfather aura at all.

Charlie thought nonsense but kept playing with it happily, clearly captivated by the little kitten.

Gert, organizing documents in the front seat, sneaked glances now and then with a strange expression.

Seems he was surprised to see his boss's "girlish heart" side.

...

"Boss, we've arrived!" Suddenly, the car slowed down, and the driver, Lamont Vincent, turned his head to say.

"Uncle Lamont, I've told you many times. You grew up playing with my father. Just call me Charlie." Charlie opened the door, lifted the struggling kitten waving its paws vigorously, and said helplessly.

Lamont Vincent, whose face was ordinary but sturdy, smiled simply without reply.

Charlie shook his head slightly.

Oh well, Uncle Lamont just returned not long ago. Maybe he didn't have a good impression of him when he followed secretly to protect him during that time.

After spending more time, he would surely know Charlie was a kind person!

"Bang!"

Closing the door, Charlie placed the kitten on his shoulder and approached the driver's side, lowering his head and saying, "Uncle Lamont, there are several business deals to discuss at the hotel today. Don't wait at the door. Contact that real estate agent and talk about the Santa Monica villa. From now on, you'll handle all the family matters."

'It seems Uncle Quinto's grandson is doing big business. He asked me to contact someone to buy a villa worth millions. Better not to waste extra money.'

Seeing Uncle Lamont hesitate, Charlie smiled, "Don't worry, Uncle Lamont. You don't have to talk much with them. Just look at a few houses, then tell me the prices and layouts later."

"Okay!" Uncle Lamont stopped hesitating.

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