Hollywood (我就是好莱坞) Part I

CHAPTER 32 -WAVES

Back home, Eric's door was still besieged by a sea of reporters. He didn't go out again but decided to call his lawyers in so that they could help him look at the compensation agreement instead. Although he had seen through Columbia's trap, he didn't dare let his guard down.

Once done, Eric finally remembered the call Aniston, and dialed her number several times in a row to no avail. At this time, Annie should still be at home, so Eric started to feel concerned and was about to dial again when the phone suddenly rang.

"Williams' residence ?" Eric picked up.

"Eric, it's me." Jennifer Aniston's voice sounded on the other line.

Eric happily said: "Annie, are you okay ? I've been calling your apartment, but no one answered."

"I moved in with my dad, Eric. Don't you know ? The paparazzi have found out about our relationship and started tracking me everywhere, even pretending to be couriers and knocking on my apartment door, I was terrified." Annie's voice held a tinge of fear.

Eric concernedly asked: "Annie, are you alright ? Wait, then when I called you yesterday before taking the plane, were things also like that ?"

"I'm fine, Eric. It started this morning, I don't know how the paparazzi found out, anyway in the morning newspaper they said......." Aniston's voices felt down, Eric realized it was certainly not anything good, he could only comfort: "Okay Annie, it's good that you're alright, you should stay at your father's for some time, and don't go to the convenience store anymore."

Aniston unhappily complained: "Eric, it won't always be like this, right ? How am I supposed to live then ?"

Eric said: "Of course not, it will die down over time, right now my house is also completely surrounded. Give me your dad's address, I'll come visit you when I have some free time."

Aniston dictated while Eric noted down, then he comforted her briefly before hanging up.

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In a villa in Beverly Hills, Aniston unhappily hung up the phone. She glanced at the pile of newspapers scattered on the ground, picked up a pillow and started hammering the sofa mercilessly.

In those articles, Eric and her relationship had turned into a modern version of Prince Charming and Cinderella, emphasizing on Eric's good points while disparaging her. Almost all the newspapers were giving the couple's future a death sentence, while some even compared her to Drew, stating that she would be more suitable to be Eric's girlfriend.

Seeing this, Aniston couldn't help but become anxious as her self-esteem hit rock bottom. Compared to her outstanding boyfriend, she was just plain ordinary.

Now, he was about to become one of Hollywood's youngest millionaires, while the newspapers referred to her as the 'convenience store clerk'; the gap between them was getting larger.

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Eric didn't know anything about Annie's insecurities, the lawyer he had called for half an hour earlier had already arrived in a rush.

"Hello, Mr. Edward, thank you for coming in person." Eric said as he let the attorney in charge of the gambling agreement, Edward Lewis, and his aide, into the house.

Edward Lewis hastily shook hands with Eric, and said with a slightly respectful tone: "Eric, congratulations on Home Alone's success, this is my assistant, Carter."

The three people sat on the sofa, Eric took out the compensation agreement that Columbia had given him, and told them about everything that had transpired.