King of Hollywood-Chapter 568 - 289 MV

Ivanka opened her mouth to speak, but the sound of a door opening suddenly rang out, followed by the laughter and chatter of a man and woman, and the tension in the two people inside the closet instantly heightened. They recognized the voices—it was Trump and his new girlfriend!

"It’s my dad!" Ivanka whispered in Adrian’s ear, her face turning pale, while Adrian knitted his brows. Although he wasn’t worried about Trump’s reaction, being caught like this was not good.

Clack, the lights outside switched on, the laughter grew louder, and Ivanka in his arms became even more tense.

Fortunately, the closet wasn’t far away, and after a few dozen steps, Adrian finally reached it, gently opened the door, and after both he and Ivanka had hidden inside, he gently closed it. Since it was a guest room, there were no clothes hanging in the closet, but the space was relatively small, so even after relaxing a bit, the two were still very close together.

"My dear, did you hear something?" Melania Klauss’s voice grew nearer from the outside, followed by a click as light filtered through the crack in the door.

"No, what is it?" Trump’s voice also started to grow louder.

"I thought I heard something," Melania said, though there was a clear tone of uncertainty in her voice.

"That’s just your imagination, dear. Look, there’s nobody here. It’s not like someone is hiding in the closet, right?" Trump teased, but Ivanka’s face grew even paler in Adrian’s arms.

Adrian gently patted the girl’s body, signaling her not to be nervous, but Ivanka shook her head and silently mouthed a word, "coat." In the light that shone through the crack, her eyes clearly showed her anxiety. It took several attempts before Adrian deciphered what she was trying to say.

Trump would likely recognize the coat left in the corner when they had come in, but what then? Apart from whether or not Trump could actually spot his daughter’s coat in such a situation, even if he did recognize it, it wouldn’t occur to him that Ivanka was hiding in the closet, entangled in an unseemly manner with a man. So Adrian continued to reassure her with pats, indicating she need not worry.

As expected, the sound of the light being switched off soon followed, and the closet once again plunged into darkness, but Trump and Melania’s voices still occasionally reached their ears, first talking about the party, then shifting to Ivanka.

"Sometimes I really feel that I’m not a good father," Trump sighed, "Too strict when she was little, not even giving a penny more in allowance, and now, my care for her is not enough. Despite how independent Innie seems, many times she still seeks my approval. She’s still a child at heart."

"No, no, dear, she’s not a child anymore. She has her own ideas, and she loves you very much. Like you said before, she postponed college for a while due to her modeling work, planning to enroll next year, but to everyone’s surprise, this year she’s already secretly passed the SAT," Melania said softly, "and lately, she’s gotten along much better with me..."

There was no denying this woman knew how to talk, and she knew how to touch someone’s heart. It was no wonder that Trump was enamored with her; even if Ivanka had some conflict with her, most of the time, he sided with her.

Sure enough, Trump soon interrupted her, "Don’t think I can’t see, dear, although Innie has indeed changed in this respect, more of it is the result of your yielding."

A silent huff came from Ivanka nestled in Adrian’s arms, her face a complex mix of emotions.

"Your father still loves you," Adrian whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her.

The ticklish sensation made the girl shrink her neck, her body starting to go limp, her thoughts becoming blurry, and then, an odd rustling noise, accompanied by their father’s speech, filtered in from the outside.

"Wait... just wait, Melania, there are many other guests to attend to..." Trump said haltingly.

"I know, a little delay won’t make them resentful," Melania giggled, "If you didn’t want to, why did you come with me?"

"Yes, baby, I surely do want to, but... oh..." Trump was cut off mid-sentence by a sharp intake of breath and the wet sounds of kissing began to fill the room.

Ivanka was initially puzzled, but after a few seconds, the reality dawned on her; even in the darkness, her blushing face was evident. The young woman’s body trembled slightly.

Damn it, what should I do? Ivanka thought, trying to block out the noises outside, but as she lifted her head, her mouth was suddenly covered. Unlike the initial light touch, Adrian pried open her lips directly.

Additionally, his hands began exploring once more.

"Mmph!" The girl uttered a noise from her throat, angry and trying to push away the man taking advantage of her, but fearing to draw attention from outside. Her struggles seemed more like an invitation, and the undergarments that had been pushed aside were quickly and decisively removed; Adrian entered the already moist place smoothly.

Bastard! I’ll kill you! Ivanka screamed inwardly, but the predicament left her powerless, only able to clamp her legs tightly around Adrian’s waist, sinking down and then starting to sway as if trying to sever what had entered. But Adrian didn’t give her the chance, and even in such circumstances, a few moments were enough to elicit a heated response from her. It was timely that her mouth was silenced.

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"Maybe you could stay hidden for another hour, I’ve already had seven or eight guys come up and hit on me, and I plan to go on a date with the tenth one," Charlize stopped midway and frowned at Adrian.

"Don’t worry, I checked, there’s no mark, just a bit of redness," Adrian said with a smile, touching his cheek.

Still frowning, Charlize looked at him for a while longer before relaxing: "What did you do that was so over the line this time? Never mind, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. But I must remind you, that girl is different from us."

"I did something good, it’s just that she doesn’t see it that way," Adrian shrugged.

It was, of course, a good thing that he had sacrificed himself to prevent a father from leaving an irreversibly terrible impression in his daughter’s heart, but whether the daughter appreciated it was another matter entirely. The enjoyment he got from the situation was outright ignored. Still, Ivanka really had a temper, having actually slapped him after returning to the bedroom—it was Adrian’s first slap from a woman since being reborn.

Yet, seeing her resentful expression after the slap, her eyes full of helpless defiance amid her anger, Adrian didn’t take it to heart. She looked so cute, like a trembling lamb in the jaws of a wolf. Some things had exceeded expectations, but overall, everything was still under control. Ivanka was indeed different from Charlize and Gwyneth, but if she was a woman, there would be commonalities.

"Alright, let’s head back," Adrian said as he bent his arm, Charlize huffing and slipping her hand through it.

The concern in her eyes just now, and the displeasure that flickered when she saw the mark, didn’t escape Adrian’s notice. Having such a woman as his secretary was indeed a fortunate thing, right?

"Tonight, I’m sleeping in a different bedroom. Don’t touch me, and don’t even think about sneaking in at midnight or in the morning."

...Well, she had quite a personality too.

The matters in New York were almost settled, and, as usual, after visiting his uncle’s house, Adrian immediately returned to Los Angeles. Natalie still had only spoken to him on the phone.

"No worries, I understand, the AP exams are much more difficult than the SAT and ACT. I wish you the best of luck in getting good scores and striving to earn a National Scholar Award," Adrian said to Natalie on the phone.

The AP exams were different from the SAT and ACT. The scope of the SAT and ACT was confined to the high school curriculum, while the AP represented advanced placement college courses in the United States. Even perfect scores on the SAT or ACT wouldn’t count for much; they only played a minor part in American college admissions reviews. But a good score on the AP exams, such as participating in 8 subjects with an average score above 4, would ensure admission to any university; moreover, the College Board in the United States would also give various awards like the Scholar Award, Distinguished Scholar Award, and National Scholar Award based on subject participation and scores, all significant honors.

Having seen Natalie’s grades, Adrian realized the National Scholar Award might be tough—after all, her main focus wasn’t there—but the Distinguished Scholar Award was still a good possibility.

Even though "The Phantom Menace" had raised her already decent fame by several notches, with countless Star Wars fans now venerating Queen Amidala, and she already had an early-year Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actress, and last year’s "Simple Method for Hydrogen Production via Enzymatic Hydrolysis of Sucrose" was published successfully—her SAT or ACT scores were sufficient for Harvard—but...

Even though Adrian understood Natalie’s actions, he still felt a bit displeased deep down, and that sense of discomfort kept growing. However, since things had already come to this, and he had decided to talk to her once she went to Harvard, there was no need to fuss over it, so he went straight back to Los Angeles after the call.

The affairs in Los Angeles were not as urgent—except for visiting the women, mainly the two pregnant ones. As time went on, their stomachs grew bigger, and getting around became increasingly inconvenient. Adrian had spent most of the recent months outside, so he certainly needed to be extra comforting. Besides, if he didn’t seize the opportunity for a threesome with the pregnant Monica and Sophie now, he might not get such a chance later.

Besides that, he needed to spend time with his daughter, visit various filming locations to monitor the situation, but the most important task was shooting the music video for "Far Away From Home."

"Is that so? Let me confirm one more time, is that really the case?" Adrian asked loudly in the middle of the film set.

"Yes, that’s how it is. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll just do it again," the director John Langco replied somewhat helplessly, and laughter immediately ensued all around.

"Please forgive me, John, this is my first time appearing in a music video, and as the main role, there’s bound to be some discomfort," Adrian shrugged.

"You were also a main role in ’Forrest Gump,’" Sarah said with feigned dissatisfaction, standing in front of him. Her golden brown hair was pinned up, and her white tank top and jeans gave her a lively look.

"Just a few lines," Adrian sighed, "but here, even though I don’t have to show my whole face on screen, I have to kiss you."

"So you mean you don’t like kissing me in the MV?" Sarah teased with a playful expression. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Of course not, but..." Adrian scratched his head, and then Britney’s voice chipped in, "How about I take your place?"

She hopped over to them, dressed simply and looking both pure and adorable, her smile absolutely charming.

"Stop joking around, you’re not the lead." Adrian immediately reached out to grab her head.

"My hair just got done!" Britney screeched as she dodged to the side, attracting the sideways glances of many, but their attention didn’t linger too long. Such incidents had occurred often over the past few days, and everyone, whether or not they were in the know, had grown accustomed to it. As a Playboy, it was entirely normal to be popular with the ladies.

"We can start now," Langco called out at that moment.

Following his direction, everyone quickly took their places, and as the music for "far away from home" started, the scene began to roll. The shot was simple: Sarah and Adrian kissing, and then Britney, singing, turned her head to reveal a sorrowful yet comforting smile.

Logically, it should have been easy to capture, but in reality, it took nearly twenty takes to get it right, and the majority of the problems were on Adrian’s part, mostly because the kisses lacked investment.

"It’s different from acting in movies or playing a cameo role, so it’s definitely uncomfortable," Adrian defended himself. As for why this wasn’t an issue yesterday, it was because the shots filmed then didn’t require much emotional involvement.

However, Sarah had a different take on it.

"You’ve gotten addicted to kissing me in front of all these people!" she said in a low voice after filming had finished, her tone chiding but with a delighted look in her eyes.

"Snap out of it, Sarah, you’re about to drown in a river of love," Britney couldn’t help but tease her.

Having worked together on the MV and with Adrian facilitating things, plus Britney knowing Sarah’s past stories, and Sarah being rather fond of Britney, the two girls got along quite well.

"Alright, ladies, keep your private conversations for later," Adrian would occasionally remind them. After all, the set was a public place, and if a bold reporter were to slip in, that would be an unwelcome nuisance. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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