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The sky was slightly pale, and a meeting room of Warner Bros. was brightly lit. After learning of the fire at the Warner Studios, many Warner executives, including Jeff Robinov, rushed over to join forces with Duke and other production crews. The management personnel sat at the conference table together and listened to the preliminary investigation results of the fire scene.

The preliminary investigation produced by the fire department was not complicated, and there was no technical terminology to go around. The film studio is poorly managed, and the fire sprinkler and alarm system in the warehouse are almost all decorations, and the management has an inescapable responsibility.

"The initial estimate of the damage was around $800,000. Fortunately, the film of "Into the Deadly Island" was not damaged."

Hearing the words of Warner executives, Duke took a sip of strong coffee. In some respects, he was indeed lucky enough to avoid a possible fatal blow because of Sofia's relationship.

"Are you sure this is just an ordinary fire?" Jeff Robinov asked suddenly.

No one spoke. Although everything looked like an ordinary fire, in the fiercely competitive Hollywood, no one could guarantee that it was just a simple fire.

"First, call the police;..."

Here Jeff Robinov has the highest position, and the project he was directly responsible for suffered the loss, "Second, I have sent someone to the printing factory to watch the film, and the film will be developed a few more copies, and one of them will be sent to the bank The safe; third, temporarily claiming that this is just an ordinary fire; fourth, using reports of possible fires to remind the public of "Into the Deadly Island", we must turn disadvantages into advantages..."

No one who can sit on the executive position of a large company is an idiot. Jeff Robinov's first consideration is not the truth of the fire, but how to make the most of the fire.

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

"Can……"

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

"We are lucky." Rowan seemed to be a little emotional.

"Compared to the losses caused by the fire." Duke forced a smile, "Our luck is indeed very good."

"Be careful, Duke." He reminded, "It is recommended that you do not speak to the media for a promotional event not prepared by Warner, because someone is following us."

He also said, "Behind every studio fire in Hollywood, there are always some shady things that are hidden. These things have no evidence and do not need evidence."

When he walked into the parking lot with Sofia, Duke was still thinking about what Charles Rowan said. The other party had worked hard in Hollywood for more than 20 years and was used to the dark side of this circle. As he said, some people who looked like Accidents without problems do not actually require evidence.

It is enough to see who is the biggest beneficiary of the fire, even if there is no evidence that it is man-made.

Evidence, does that matter?If it is really man-made, since he dared to do something at Warner Studios, he would definitely not leave too many valuable clues, even if he caught some possible arsonists, so what, the security of this country is so poor, there are homeless people and unemployed workers everywhere For the banknotes sent by strangers, some of them dared to kill people, let alone a fire.

Even if all of this is established, the ones who finally bear the responsibility are just some small fish and shrimps who don't even know the inside story.

This is a country that belongs to business, this is a country that belongs to wealth, this is a city of sin, money can cover up 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 walking in and out of the set before you could speak, and you've seen and heard more than I have. "

"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, which burned many props and parts including R2D2. The film, the real situation of the fire has not been found out yet.”

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

"I'm a person who is easily influenced by the outside world, so I don't have any good advice..." She shook Duke's hand vigorously, "You can learn from Uncle Lucas, who had Fox's support at the time, Choose to forget about it for a while and move forward until you are at the top of the game, and you now have Warner's support."

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

"I'm not stubborn at all."

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

"Go back to North Hollywood, or go to the hotel."

Sophia started the car and drove slowly to the exit of the parking lot. After thinking about it, Duke said, "Let's go to the hotel."

"Worried about your golden cat?" Sophia turned the steering wheel and joked.

"If Nami hadn't stopped me, maybe I would have done something stupid." Duke joked to himself, "Well... a stupid thing that could turn me into a Darth Vader."

"Dark Samurai?"

"Nothing." Duke shook his head.

Even now, he's not sure if he would have rushed into the fire to salvage film that wasn't even there.

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

"So, you decided to use feelings to compensate?" Sophia's monotonous nasal voice was full of sarcasm, "Chasing her to be your girlfriend?"

"Honey, I'm not that stupid."

The car stopped in front of a hotel. Duke took out the room card from his pocket and unfastened his seat belt. "Human affection is human affection, and emotion is emotion. I can tell the difference very clearly."

Sophia shrugged.

"Also, Sophia."

As soon as he got out of the car, Duke turned back, "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. Sophia had no choice but to start the car and leave temporarily. After parking in the open space next to her, she found out the phone number and dialed the number.

Opening the door of the hotel suite, Duke walked in, looked at the black-gray shirt in front of the full-length mirror, took it off and threw it on the hanger, and entered the living room of the luxury suite with his muscular upper body naked.

The living room was extremely quiet, except for the slight sound of him walking on the thick carpet, there was only the long and soothing sound of breathing from the sofa. Naomi Watts was wearing a blanket like a Persian cat, lying Fell asleep on the couch.

But this Persian cat seems to have just come out of the chimney. The golden curly hair is scattered on the forehead. The scorched ends of the hair are very obvious. The face covered with black and gray has not been washed, and the tip of the nose can be seen Stains under the lips, exposed on the shoulders outside the blanket, and dirty dress suspenders.

"You slept soundly."

Coming to the sofa, Duke picked up Naomi and walked into the bathroom.

In her sleep, Naomi felt that her whole body was surrounded by a warm feeling, as if she had returned to the scene of the fire. She kicked off her high heels, stepped on the rough road, and rushed to the tall figure regardless of the pain on her feet. side, and then the two moved away from the fire.

Even now, she doesn't know how to have the courage to face the flames. After the initial calmness, she is also afraid in her heart. What if the flames destroy her long hair and her appearance?That is the basis of an actress' survival.

But she only had one thought at the time, she couldn't watch that saboteur act stupidly...

Slowly opening her eyes, Naomi found herself lying in a warm bathtub, rubbing the foam from the shampoo with her two big hands, and scrubbing her body strangely. Naughty flick on the top.

Turning her body around, Naomi embraced the strong body squeezed next to her, unconsciously put her head on his chest, and gently rubbed the strong muscles with her delicate face. It felt really good.

"you're awake?"

Seeing those sleepy blue-green eyes, Duke stopped what he was doing, and said something very inappropriate, "You wash it yourself, I'm going to rest."

Naomi didn't speak, she held Duke's arm with one hand, and got under the foam with the other hand. After a few gropings, she found the correct position. Duke suddenly opened his eyes, and his breathing gradually became rapid. Naomi made too many movements, turning over and pressing her down, the bathtub and the floating foam shook at the same time.

When Naomi was carried into the bedroom by Duke, she seemed so lazy that she couldn't even open her eyes. She lay down for a long time before she took the towel that Duke sent and wrapped her wet blond hair.

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

Although he didn't rest all night, Duke didn't feel sleepy, lying beside Naomi, his dark eyes rolled back and forth, and he didn't speak slowly until the blonde girl's soliloquy came to an end.

"Nami..." he turned his head and asked, "did you learn to sing in drama school?"

"I have learned it, how do you play it?" Naomi also turned her head and looked at Duke, "But that was a long time ago, and I never thought that I could develop in music, it was just a basic course .”

"It's nothing..." Duke gently pinched her nose, "If you have time, I suggest you practice your voice again, maybe it will come in handy in the future."

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

At noon, a fashion store delivered clothes. After checking out, Duke, as usual, waved goodbye to Naomi Watts and walked in different directions.

The fire brought some negative effects, but Duke temporarily suppressed his desire to explore, and after a few days of rest, he devoted himself to post-production.