My own war game

Chapter 416 The Withering Rose

what! ! ! !

A woman at the scene called out.

Hepburn tripped from the platform and fell forward.

There is a cushion underneath, but it’s not okay to land on your head first!

It happened so suddenly that the women at the scene only had enough time to cover their eyes.

But there was one figure that was an exception. Houston only felt a flash before his eyes, and someone rushed out from beside him like a sports car.

The two figures in the air and on the ground were getting closer and closer, but Hepburn was closer to the ground.

A close call!
The man on the ground used a move similar to a goalkeeper's flying save, exerting force with his legs and swinging his entire body horizontally!

He Chi felt his fingers touching a soft body.

bump! ! !
The two figures collided, then hugged each other, rolling six or seven times on the cushion before they released the force and stopped.

The venue was completely silent, and people were stunned for a moment. They had never expected that the investor, who had always been gentle and seemed not very good at sports, could run as fast as a leopard.

It was not until a minute later that the people around him reacted and checked on Hepburn's condition.

Fortunately, there were no signs of injury and the British actress seemed to be only slightly frightened.

Snap, snap, snap, snap! ! ! !
Warm applause began to ring out in the crowd. In the eyes of the onlookers, Mr. Bond's behavior was simply too heroic, and his posture of diving to save the danger could be described as romantic.

Coupled with the ambiguous movements of two people rolling together, it is easy for people around to make up a lot of information.

A multi-millionaire super-rich man and an internationally renowned film and television star, the feeling of being together at this moment is so perfect.

Some actresses already wish they were the one falling down.

After this incident, the filming could no longer proceed that day, and throughout dinner, the entire crew was whispering about what had happened during the day. Someone even claimed to have seen Miss Audrey walking out of the investor's house before.

Some people even think about what style of rings should be used when proposing to each other.

A wonderful atmosphere began to spread throughout the entire crew, and most people were looking forward to the development of events with an optimistic attitude.

Only one person is different.

"Mr. Bond, I want to talk to you." Houston knocked on He Chi's door early in the morning.

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll come over after I change my clothes."

Without much greeting, Houston directly brought an ashtray full of cigarette butts to the table.

"Brother, although I know your line of work requires inspiration, smoking like this is not good for your health, right?" He Chi advised, looking at the contents of the ashtray.

Houston shook his head and said, "This was found in Monroe's lounge. Not only did she smoke, but she also drank a lot of whiskey before going to bed almost every time this month. Even then, she only slept for five hours."

Houston considered his words and continued, "Sir, I started working with Monroe many years ago and watched her grow from a small role with no lines to a household name. There is no doubt that her talent is incomparable."

"Although her current condition is not suitable for acting, I don't want her to sink into despair."

"The discussion about Miss Hepburn these days has put a lot of pressure on him. Almost everyone has determined that Miss Hepburn is the only one who can play the leading role. If we still follow our original plan, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it." "So, Mr. Director, what do you mean..."

Boom, boom, boom! ! ! !
A rapid knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two people.

"Mr. Houston, there was an accident on the set, please come here right away!" someone shouted hurriedly outside the door.

When the two men rushed to the set, the first thing that caught their eyes was a pool of bright red blood on the ground. Monroe had a cut on her forehead and was lying on the ground exhausted. Someone was holding a bandage to bandage her.

"What's going on?" Houston pulled a staff member over and asked in a low voice.

The staff member nearby answered truthfully, "Sir, Miss Monroe insisted on trying a dangerous set of shots on her own, and her physical condition was very poor, so she was hit on the head by a collapsed prop."

"Take Miss Monroe to treatment first, and we can discuss other things later." Houston had no choice but to give this order.

At the crew's impromptu meeting in the evening, everyone was silent.

"Everyone, due to an unfortunate accident, Ms. Monroe's physical condition is no longer suitable for the next recording, so she will leave the crew early to rest."

After hearing the director's explanation, people were not surprised. This time Monroe was not only frightened, but the scar on her head also made her no longer suitable for any form of performance.

He Chi was also feeling a little melancholy at this time. According to history, Monroe only had a few months left to live. The dream lover of half of American men was extremely miserable in the last period of her life.

She was once admired by countless people, but at the end of her life, she was only accompanied by cigarettes, alcohol and various medicines. She was plagued by insomnia, neurasthenia and depression of unknown degree. Her former lover avoided her, and she finally died miserably naked in her own apartment.

Even after his death, newspapers would sell his half-naked photos of himself when he died to make a profit.

No one saw Monroe during the day.

Until evening, a slender figure was approaching Monroe's bedroom.

"Cough!" A light cough sounded from behind, startling the girl in front.

"Mr. Bond, you scared me." Hepburn complained with some anger. After that day, her attitude towards the investor became much more intimate.

"If you want to comfort Miss Marilyn, then I advise you to go back. She will probably take it as a provocation." He Chi solemnly advised behind him.

"But this would make me feel uneasy, and I'm also afraid that Miss Monroe would hurt herself again." Hepburn said nervously.

"Do you have to go? Even if you get scolded?"

Hepburn didn't say anything, but the look on her face was extremely persistent.

Looking at the girl in front of him, He Chi somehow recalled her stubborn tomboy image at that time. Then he sighed and said, "Okay, I'll go with you, but if you are rejected, come back immediately."

Hepburn nodded vigorously, her big eyes twinkling.

The two people came to the door. Hepburn took a deep breath and knocked on the door gently with her hand.

No one answered.

He Chi seemed to sense something was wrong, and after no response for the second time, he chose to go directly to the window. Through the completely blocked curtains, he saw Monroe leaning against the head of the bed in the room, motionless, and the floor was covered with small round pills.

bump!
The door was kicked open!

(End of this chapter)