116: Chapter 116 I Taught Acting to a Film Queen on Set (In Every Sense)

Half of the lights in the studio went out.

The once noisy set was now so quiet that only the sizzle of current passing through high-power bulbs remained. Spielberg was a sensible man; after receiving the "script revision" instruction, he not only dragged away that terrified young heartthrob who had pissed himself but also thoughtfully cleared out all non-essential personnel.

Now, only two people remained here.

Along with shell casings all over the floor and the wreckage of a tank still emitting black smoke.

Chen Yuan casually tossed the M4A1 onto a prop crate with a dull thud. He wasn't in a hurry to leave; instead, he turned to look at Angelina, who had been standing in the shadows.

This top Hollywood sex symbol was currently leaning against a Roman column.

She looked at Chen Yuan, her gaze long stripped of its initial testing and acting. That mix of fear, adoration, and the daze of being completely conquered by male hormones made her look more moving than in any movie.

"What? Scared?"

Chen Yuan unbuttoned his cuffs as he walked toward her unhurriedly.

His voice echoed in the empty studio with a unique resonance.

Angelina shook her head, then nodded.

She took a deep breath as if making a decision and walked toward him in her high heels.

"Chen, the way you were just now..."

She reached out, her fingertips lightly touching a smudge of wet gunpowder ash on Chen Yuan's shirt, her voice as raspy as if it had been polished by sandpaper. "You were more... sexy than any leading man I've ever seen."

"Sexy?"

Chen Yuan chuckled and grabbed her wrist.

His palm was broad and powerful, with thin calluses from years of holding guns. It rubbed against Angelina's delicate skin, sending a shiver through her.

"In San Verde, that kind of sexiness usually means death."

Chen Yuan pulled her toward him with a sudden surge of strength.

Angelina gasped, her body uncontrollably crashing into that hard embrace. Before she could steady herself, Chen Yuan had gripped her waist, turning to pin her against the tracks of the abandoned tank.

Cold steel, burning body temperature.

This extreme contrast made Angelina's mind go blank instantly.

"Since you're the best actress winner, let's run a scene."

Chen Yuan propped one hand on the armor plate by her ear, completely enveloping her in his shadow. He lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, those pitch-black eyes seemingly able to see through her soul.

"Spielberg said earlier that you need to play a woman who falls in love with me amidst the flames of war."

"I think your look is wrong."

"Wrong?" Angelina panted, her hands instinctively climbing onto Chen Yuan's shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"Too fake."

Chen Yuan critiqued bluntly. "That's acted love, meant for the lens. What I want is the kind... like a drowning person grabbing the only piece of driftwood, or a believer seeing a descending deity."

"A kind of unreserved... submission from the depths of the soul."

His fingers slid down Angelina's cheek, stopping at her carotid artery, pressing lightly.

Feeling the violent pulse.

"Come, try to please me."

Chen Yuan's voice was low, like a devil's whisper. "Not with acting, but with your instinct."

Angelina trembled all over.

She looked at the man before her.

Violent, dangerous, yet lethally attractive.

She suddenly understood what Chen Yuan meant. He didn't need an actress who was just a pretty face; he needed a woman who truly belonged to him, with the "Umbrella" mark branded onto her heart and soul.

"Okay..."

Angelina closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.

She stood on her tiptoes and proactively offered her red lips.

This time, it was no longer a test, nor a performance.

She used all her strength, responding clumsily but passionately. Her fingers gripped Chen Yuan's back tightly, her nails almost sinking into his flesh through the shirt.

It was a desperation like a moth to a flame.

Chen Yuan did not refuse.

He held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

The air was thick with the mixed scent of gunpowder and perfume—an aphrodisiac belonging to the battlefield.

Who knows how much time passed.

*Rippp—*

The soft sound of fabric tearing.

The neckline of Angelina's tight leather outfit was roughly torn open.

"Chen..."

Her eyes were dazed, her whole body hanging off Chen Yuan like a boneless snake. "Right here? Victor is still outside..."

"Let him wait."

Chen Yuan's movements didn't pause for a second.

He picked Angelina up and sat her on the cold turret.

"Remember this feeling."

Chen Yuan looked at her face, flushed with desire, his tone cold and domineering. "Remember this feeling of being conquered on the ruins. When the cameras start rolling, I want you to replicate this look perfectly for the lens."

"I want every man in the world to feel it when they see you..."

"That you are mine."

This was a special "lesson."

No cameras recorded it, yet it was more brilliant than any movie.

Chen Yuan was like a patient sculptor, using the most primitive method to polish this piece of art about to be shown to the world.

He wanted to shatter the hypocritical shell Hollywood had given her and carve his name into her soul.

Twenty minutes later.

Chen Yuan adjusted his shirt and picked up his suit jacket from the floor, casually draping it over his shoulder.

Angelina slumped next to the tank, draped in Chen Yuan's jacket, which still held his body heat. Her makeup was a bit smudged and her hair was messy, but her eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

It was the light of being completely conquered.

"Not a bad performance."

Chen Yuan glanced down at her and casually pulled a small bottle from his pocket, tossing it into her lap.

It was a sample of youth no. 1.

"This is your payment."

"Don't embarrass me at tomorrow's press conference."

Angelina held the bottle like a precious treasure, watching Chen Yuan's departing back with eyes full of obsession.

"Yes, Boss."

She murmured softly, her voice carrying a morbid satisfaction.

Chen Yuan pushed open the studio doors.

The sunlight outside was still blinding.

Victor was standing at the door, constantly checking his watch, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Seeing Chen Yuan emerge, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over.

"Boss, you're finally out!"

Victor lowered his voice and pointed toward the building's entrance. "That Special Envoy from back home has already lost his temper; he almost smashed the front desk's computer just now. He said if you didn't show up, it would be... a slight against the Chen family."

"A slight?"

Chen Yuan sneered, taking out his sunglasses and putting them on.

"He thinks too highly of himself."

"I've never slighted them."

He strode toward the elevator, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

"I ignore them."

...

Meanwhile.

In the bushes outside the Century Pictures building.

A paparazzi, wrapped up tightly, was lying on the ground holding a telephoto lens that had cost him half a year's savings.

He had been staked out here for five whole hours.

Just when he thought he'd come up empty again and was ready to pack up and go home for instant noodles.

*Click!*

His finger instinctively pressed the shutter.

In the lens.

The Eastern billionaire who had recently caused a sensation across America was walking out of the studio's side door.

His clothes were a bit disheveled, two buttons at his collar were undone, and his face wore a look of laziness and satisfaction as if he had just finished venting.

And in the shadows behind him.

A woman's figure could be faintly seen.

Though it was only a blurry silhouette, those iconic wavy long hair and that black leather jacket known to many fans...

"My God!"

The paparazzi looked at the playback on his camera screen, so excited he almost shouted.

"Is that Angelina?!"

"Heavens! A man and a woman alone! A closed studio! Disheveled clothes!"

This was absolutely explosive news!

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He already had the headlines ready!

"I'm rich! I'm really rich this time!"

With trembling hands, the paparazzi quickly pulled out the memory card and tucked it into a hidden pocket in his underwear like a family heirloom.

Crouching low, he retreated silently from the bushes.

But what he didn't know was.

The moment he pressed the shutter.

On the top floor of the building hundreds of meters away, the Red Queen's monitoring system had already locked onto him.

"Boss, a rat took some photos."

Earphones transmitted Alice's voice.

Sitting in the car, Chen Yuan watched the receding streetscape outside the window, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Let him publish them."

"Some scenes aren't enough when played only in the studio."

"It's only interesting if the whole world sees it."

Chen Yuan closed his eyes, his fingers lightly tapping his knee.

"Scandals can sometimes be a weapon."

"It's perfect for adding a bit of atmosphere to the 'meeting gift' for that 'Special Envoy' from afar."