Reborn to Dominate Hollywood

"You know what, everything is going to be okay, Ian," Eloise said with a smile. Ian just nodded in response.

"I have to go now, but I know that a director like you is precious to the industry. Don't be discouraged by what they say," Eloise whispered.

With that, she got up and left the office without looking back.

Ian, on the other hand, is thinking about too many things. He was so desperate to prove how wrong William was, to prove his innocence to everyone. He wants to achieve his goals in this industry.

But before that, he needs to take this crisis one step at a time.

"Uh, bad news," Mason said as he walked in.

"Have you tried?" Ian asked, wondering how it went.

"Yes, but the manager was also paid. Like, we don't give strangers records about that or something," Mason walked around, sitting in his chair.

Ian looked at him for a moment and replied, "Are you sure he's getting paid?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure. I don't know what to do anymore because if we can't prove that we're not racist, you're definitely going to jail," Mason said, while scrolling through his phone.

"Pay him more," Ian said.

"Huh?"

"Pay him more than they pay, uncle. I'm sure at first he'll refuse, but at some point he'll break down. Until then, keep at it," Ian said, looking him straight in the eye.

"I know how things work, Ian. You don't have to say it," Mason said, shaking his head. They are all feeling stressed and looking for a way out. "I think I have an idea," Mason said after a moment's thought.

"What's the idea?" Ian asked, listening carefully to Mason's words.

"Let's try to get into the chat show. You know, it's very famous now. They usually invite almost anyone involved in the current Hollywood topic. Do you remember the invitations we received from many channels last week? Mason asked with a frown, and Ian nodded in response.

"Let's see if they invited us as well, I saw them talk about La La Land. And also...... Wait a minute," Mason put away his phone and turned on his laptop.

He looked at the person who invited Ian to the talk show, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Just like I thought." As I thought, it's going to be easy, Ian. We look for national television or something, just to spread it out for ourselves, and say that you shouldn't be blamed for what happened that day, right? With this talk show, when you say it yourself, they'll know," Mason said. "Actually, they also pay attention to the hot gossip in the industry, which is a win-win. If...... It's easier if we have monitoring records. Mason said, and immediately began typing emails to the talk show.

"Well, you're right. We will clarify this through the lens. Try to pay that person, and if that doesn't work, I have something else to do. I don't really want to use it, but right now I don't have a choice," Ian said, looking at the wall.

"I'll go home right now and keep me updated," he said and walked away.

When he got home, he saw Valerine still wiping the stairs. She was dressed in a maid's outfit and was as tired as ever.

Noticing Ian's presence, she greeted him with a smile.

"I thought you wouldn't be back so soon, sir." She said and quickly started cleaning.

"yes, I have to come. You deserve a week off, Valerine. How long has it been since your last vacation? Ian asked with a smile. It's true.

In fact, in all his days, Valerine never missed preparing a meal for Ian. From his clothes to the huge mansion, she has been trying to keep everything clean. After Ian stopped working there, the library was always messy, and the next day, no matter how messy his mind was, as soon as he arrived at the library, Ian felt calm. In fact, that's what she did.

"That's... You're so thoughtful, sir. Next week I'll be off, and next week could be a good week to spend with my family. She laughed, and even the thought gave her a smile.

"Uh... By the way, sir... I've seen the news that a lot of people accuse you of racism. This can't be true, right? She asked.

"Everybody will soon know," Ian said, and walked away to find what he was looking for.

Looking at Ian's back in the distance, Valerin silently prayed that everything would be okay soon.

This gave her a brief idea of how difficult it is in Hollywood.

After going to his room, Ian is looking for his old phone. In fact, the owner of the predecessor changed his phone from time to time. As a result, Ian had to turn the entire room upside down. The search began in a corner of his bedroom and ended in the closet.

Opening the last drawer of the dresser, he saw two mobile phones, which were just left there coldly. He picked up two phones and tried to open them to see if it was possible to find what he was looking for.

The phone in the right hand turns on instantly, displaying:

3% battery. The phone will turn off after 30 seconds.

Seeing this, he stood up and ran to find a charger that might fit the interface. Because his current phone is from the same company as the one he has in his hand, Ian is happy to know that his charger can be plugged into the phone interface.

Keeping the phone on, he began to check the phone's information to see how old it was and if it helped his situation. It's perfect, he thought. The next thing Ian does is scroll down the contact list to find the person he's looking for.

Mrs. Boye.

That's right. Ian felt a smile creep up his lips. He immediately tried to dial the number. It rang once. Twice. Three times. The line becomes blank. However, Ian tried again. After four attempts, someone else's voice seemed to come from the other end.

"Hello?" It's a woman.

Given the high probability that she would change her number, Ian wanted to be sure it was her.

However, he didn't even know what her name was.

"Hello, who is it?" She asked again.

"Mrs. Boy? Ian asked.

"Huh? Who are you? I'm not a lady anymore, it's Diane Dela. Is it from Jasmine College? She hurriedly asked.

"I'm Ian. Ian Renner, remember me? Ian asked with a smile, she apparently didn't see it.

“WHO？ I- I don't remember anyone with that name,

I'm going to-" "I'm going to prove your ex-husband wrong. I'm going to prove my innocence. Ian quickly interrupted her, knowing that she would hang up and that if he said the wrong word, the opportunity could be ruined.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Sir, I still have a lot to do. Can you have fun without deliberately typing another wrong number? She asked, sounding angry for some reason.

"A million, Diane Dela. I'm giving you that much, just to prove that I didn't hit your ex-boyfriend for a reason that sounds ridiculous to me,"

Ian suddenly stopped talking when she heard Ian's words.

There was silence on the phone, and no one was communicating.

"Is this a prank?" Diane Della asked in a hesitant voice.

"I don't and won't have the time or strength to joke with my reputation, unlike your ex-husband. In fact, you can look up how much money I made from my previous films, and you'll know that I have that much money. I just want proof," Ian muttered to himself. The more he remembered that he was proving his innocence, the more annoyed he became. But he struggled to keep himself calm so as not to mess things up.

"Give me five minutes, Ian," she said, and Ian heard a slight thump that he thought she had dropped somewhere, and walked away.

Ian sighed inwardly and rolled his eyes.

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"Guess who's coming!" A guy who is more popular than a talk show! Director, screenwriter, and now... The only topic in the city, the people of the hour... Ian Renner, everyone! Presenter Merlin Steve said that people in the audience did not applaud enthusiastically.

Ian showed himself on a chat show that replied to Mason on the same day that he asked if they could approve their request. Now in New York, Ian is sitting in front of a group of people who look both amused and confused. A black woman walked out as soon as she knew who the guests of the show were, and the atmosphere was so tense.

"Thank you so much for having me here today, Steve," Ian said, smiling at the camera.